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At
first
,
his
boat
turned
round
and
round
,
and
he
was
driven
back
to
the
place
of
his
starting
,
whereupon
he
shortened
sail
,
by
removing
one
of
the
sleeves
,
and
was
forthwith
carried
backward
by
a
contrary
breeze
,
to
his
no
small
peril
.
He
now
let
go
the
sail
,
with
the
result
that
he
was
drifted
toward
the
far
shore
,
where
are
black
shadows
he
knew
not
the
dangers
of
,
but
suspected
them
,
and
so
once
more
hoisted
his
night-gown
and
went
roomer
of
the
shadows
until
he
caught
a
favouring
wind
,
which
bore
him
westward
,
but
at
so
great
a
speed
that
he
was
like
to
be
broke
against
the
bridge
.
Which
,
having
avoided
,
he
passed
under
the
bridge
and
came
,
to
his
great
rejoicing
,
within
full
sight
of
the
delectable
Gardens
.
But
having
tried
to
cast
anchor
,
which
was
a
stone
at
the
end
of
a
piece
of
the
kite-string
,
he
found
no
bottom
,
and
was
fain
to
hold
off
,
seeking
for
moorage
,
and
,
feeling
his
way
,
he
buffeted
against
a
sunken
reef
that
cast
him
overboard
by
the
greatness
of
the
shock
,
and
he
was
near
to
being
drowned
,
but
clambered
back
into
the
vessel
.
There
now
arose
a
mighty
storm
,
accompanied
by
roaring
of
waters
,
such
as
he
had
never
heard
the
like
,
and
he
was
tossed
this
way
and
that
,
and
his
hands
so
numbed
with
the
cold
that
he
could
not
close
them
.
Having
escaped
the
danger
of
which
,
he
was
mercifully
carried
into
a
small
bay
,
where
his
boat
rode
at
peace
.
Nevertheless
,
he
was
not
yet
in
safety
;
for
,
on
pretending
to
disembark
,
he
found
a
multitude
of
small
people
drawn
up
on
the
shore
to
contest
his
landing
,
and
shouting
shrilly
to
him
to
be
off
,
for
it
was
long
past
Lock-out
Time
.
This
,
with
much
brandishing
of
their
holly-leaves
,
and
also
a
company
of
them
carried
an
arrow
which
some
boy
had
left
in
the
Gardens
,
and
this
they
were
prepared
to
use
as
a
battering-ram
.
Then
Peter
,
who
knew
them
for
the
fairies
,
called
out
that
he
was
not
an
ordinary
human
and
had
no
desire
to
do
them
displeasure
,
but
to
be
their
friend
;
nevertheless
,
having
found
a
jolly
harbour
,
he
was
in
no
temper
to
draw
off
therefrom
,
and
he
warned
them
if
they
sought
to
mischief
him
to
stand
to
their
harms
.
So
saying
,
he
boldly
leapt
ashore
,
and
they
gathered
around
him
with
intent
to
slay
him
,
but
there
then
arose
a
great
cry
among
the
women
,
and
it
was
because
they
had
now
observed
that
his
sail
was
a
baby
's
night-gown
.
Whereupon
,
they
straightway
loved
him
,
and
grieved
that
their
laps
were
too
small
,
the
which
I
can
not
explain
,
except
by
saying
that
such
is
the
way
of
women
.
The
men-fairies
now
sheathed
their
weapons
on
observing
the
behaviour
of
their
women
,
on
whose
intelligence
they
set
great
store
,
and
they
led
him
civilly
to
their
queen
,
who
conferred
upon
him
the
courtesy
of
the
Gardens
after
Lock-out
Time
,
and
henceforth
Peter
could
go
whither
he
chose
,
and
the
fairies
had
orders
to
put
him
in
comfort
.
Such
was
his
first
voyage
to
the
Gardens
,
and
you
may
gather
from
the
antiquity
of
the
language
that
it
took
place
a
long
time
ago
.
But
Peter
never
grows
any
older
,
and
if
we
could
be
watching
for
him
under
the
bridge
to-night
(
but
,
of
course
,
we
ca
n't
)
,
I
daresay
we
should
see
him
hoisting
his
night-gown
and
sailing
or
paddling
toward
us
in
the
Thrush
's
Nest
.
When
he
sails
,
he
sits
down
,
but
he
stands
up
to
paddle
.
I
shall
tell
you
presently
how
he
got
his
paddle
.
Long
before
the
time
for
the
opening
of
the
gates
comes
he
steals
back
to
the
island
,
for
people
must
not
see
him
(
he
is
not
so
human
as
all
that
)
,
but
this
gives
him
hours
for
play
,
and
he
plays
exactly
as
real
children
play
.
At
least
he
thinks
so
,
and
it
is
one
of
the
pathetic
things
about
him
that
he
often
plays
quite
wrongly
.
You
see
,
he
had
no
one
to
tell
him
how
children
really
play
,
for
the
fairies
were
all
more
or
less
in
hiding
until
dusk
,
and
so
know
nothing
,
and
though
the
birds
pretended
that
they
could
tell
him
a
great
deal
,
when
the
time
for
telling
came
,
it
was
wonderful
how
little
they
really
knew
.
They
told
him
the
truth
about
hide-and-seek
,
and
he
often
plays
it
by
himself
,
but
even
the
ducks
on
the
Round
Pond
could
not
explain
to
him
what
it
is
that
makes
the
pond
so
fascinating
to
boys
.
Every
night
the
ducks
have
forgotten
all
the
events
of
the
day
,
except
the
number
of
pieces
of
cake
thrown
to
them
.
They
are
gloomy
creatures
,
and
say
that
cake
is
not
what
it
was
in
their
young
days
.
So
Peter
had
to
find
out
many
things
for
himself
.
He
often
played
ships
at
the
Round
Pond
,
but
his
ship
was
only
a
hoop
which
he
had
found
on
the
grass
.
Of
course
,
he
had
never
seen
a
hoop
,
and
he
wondered
what
you
play
at
with
them
,
and
decided
that
you
play
at
pretending
they
are
boats
.
This
hoop
always
sank
at
once
,
but
he
waded
in
for
it
,
and
sometimes
he
dragged
it
gleefully
round
the
rim
of
the
pond
,
and
he
was
quite
proud
to
think
that
he
had
discovered
what
boys
do
with
hoops
.
