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Too
late
,
someone
thought
of
racing
ahead
and
shutting
the
five
-
barred
gate
;
but
in
another
moment
the
van
was
through
it
and
rapidly
disappearing
down
the
road
.
Boxer
was
never
seen
again
.
Three
days
later
it
was
announced
that
he
had
died
in
the
hospital
at
Willingdon
,
in
spite
of
receiving
every
attention
a
horse
could
have
.
Squealer
came
to
announce
the
news
to
the
others
.
He
had
,
he
said
,
been
present
during
Boxer
’
s
last
hours
.
"
It
was
the
most
affecting
sight
I
have
ever
seen
!
"
said
Squealer
,
lifting
his
trotter
and
wiping
away
a
tear
.
"
I
was
at
his
bedside
at
the
very
last
.
And
at
the
end
,
almost
too
weak
to
speak
,
he
whispered
in
my
ear
that
his
sole
sorrow
was
to
have
passed
on
before
the
windmill
was
finished
.
‘
Forward
,
comrades
!
’
he
whispered
.
‘
Forward
in
the
name
of
the
Rebellion
.
Long
live
Animal
Farm
!
Long
live
Comrade
Napoleon
!
Napoleon
is
always
right
.
’
Those
were
his
very
last
words
,
comrades
.
"
Here
Squealer
’
s
demeanour
suddenly
changed
.
He
fell
silent
for
a
moment
,
and
his
little
eyes
darted
suspicious
glances
from
side
to
side
before
he
proceeded
.
It
had
come
to
his
knowledge
,
he
said
,
that
a
foolish
and
wicked
rumour
had
been
circulated
at
the
time
of
Boxer
’
s
removal
.
Some
of
the
animals
had
noticed
that
the
van
which
took
Boxer
away
was
marked
"
Horse
Slaughterer
,
"
and
had
actually
jumped
to
the
conclusion
that
Boxer
was
being
sent
to
the
knacker
’
s
.
It
was
almost
unbelievable
,
said
Squealer
,
that
any
animal
could
be
so
stupid
.
Surely
,
he
cried
indignantly
,
whisking
his
tail
and
skipping
from
side
to
side
,
surely
they
knew
their
beloved
Leader
,
Comrade
Napoleon
,
better
than
that
?
But
the
explanation
was
really
very
simple
.
The
van
had
previously
been
the
property
of
the
knacker
,
and
had
been
bought
by
the
veterinary
surgeon
,
who
had
not
yet
painted
the
old
name
out
.
That
was
how
the
mistake
had
arisen
.
The
animals
were
enormously
relieved
to
hear
this
.
And
when
Squealer
went
on
to
give
further
graphic
details
of
Boxer
’
s
death
-
bed
,
the
admirable
care
he
had
received
,
and
the
expensive
medicines
for
which
Napoleon
had
paid
without
a
thought
as
to
the
cost
,
their
last
doubts
disappeared
and
the
sorrow
that
they
felt
for
their
comrade
’
s
death
was
tempered
by
the
thought
that
at
least
he
had
died
happy
.
Napoleon
himself
appeared
at
the
meeting
on
the
following
Sunday
morning
and
pronounced
a
short
oration
in
Boxer
’
s
honour
.
It
had
not
been
possible
,
he
said
,
to
bring
back
their
lamented
comrade
’
s
remains
for
interment
on
the
farm
,
but
he
had
ordered
a
large
wreath
to
be
made
from
the
laurels
in
the
farmhouse
garden
and
sent
down
to
be
placed
on
Boxer
’
s
grave
.
And
in
a
few
days
’
time
the
pigs
intended
to
hold
a
memorial
banquet
in
Boxer
’
s
honour
.
Napoleon
ended
his
speech
with
a
reminder
of
Boxer
’
s
two
favourite
maxims
,
"
I
will
work
harder
"
and
"
Comrade
Napoleon
is
always
right
"
—
maxims
,
he
said
,
which
every
animal
would
do
well
to
adopt
as
his
own
.
On
the
day
appointed
for
the
banquet
,
a
grocer
’
s
van
drove
up
from
Willingdon
and
delivered
a
large
wooden
crate
at
the
farmhouse
.
That
night
there
was
the
sound
of
uproarious
singing
,
which
was
followed
by
what
sounded
like
a
violent
quarrel
and
ended
at
about
eleven
o
’
clock
with
a
tremendous
crash
of
glass
.
No
one
stirred
in
the
farmhouse
before
noon
on
the
following
day
,
and
the
word
went
round
that
from
somewhere
or
other
the
pigs
had
acquired
the
money
to
buy
themselves
another
case
of
whisky
.
Years
passed
.
The
seasons
came
and
went
,
the
short
animal
lives
fled
by
.
A
time
came
when
there
was
no
one
who
remembered
the
old
days
before
the
Rebellion
,
except
Clover
,
Benjamin
,
Moses
the
raven
,
and
a
number
of
the
pigs
.
