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Muriel
was
dead
;
Bluebell
,
Jessie
,
and
Pincher
were
dead
.
Jones
too
was
dead
—
he
had
died
in
an
inebriates
’
home
in
another
part
of
the
country
.
Snowball
was
forgotten
.
Boxer
was
forgotten
,
except
by
the
few
who
had
known
him
.
Clover
was
an
old
stout
mare
now
,
stiff
in
the
joints
and
with
a
tendency
to
rheumy
eyes
.
She
was
two
years
past
the
retiring
age
,
but
in
fact
no
animal
had
ever
actually
retired
.
The
talk
of
setting
aside
a
corner
of
the
pasture
for
superannuated
animals
had
long
since
been
dropped
.
Napoleon
was
now
a
mature
boar
of
twenty
-
four
stone
.
Squealer
was
so
fat
that
he
could
with
difficulty
see
out
of
his
eyes
.
Only
old
Benjamin
was
much
the
same
as
ever
,
except
for
being
a
little
greyer
about
the
muzzle
,
and
,
since
Boxer
’
s
death
,
more
morose
and
taciturn
than
ever
.
There
were
many
more
creatures
on
the
farm
now
,
though
the
increase
was
not
so
great
as
had
been
expected
in
earlier
years
.
Many
animals
had
been
born
to
whom
the
Rebellion
was
only
a
dim
tradition
,
passed
on
by
word
of
mouth
,
and
others
had
been
bought
who
had
never
heard
mention
of
such
a
thing
before
their
arrival
.
The
farm
possessed
three
horses
now
besides
Clover
.
They
were
fine
upstanding
beasts
,
willing
workers
and
good
comrades
,
but
very
stupid
.
None
of
them
proved
able
to
learn
the
alphabet
beyond
the
letter
B
.
They
accepted
everything
that
they
were
told
about
the
Rebellion
and
the
principles
of
Animalism
,
especially
from
Clover
,
for
whom
they
had
an
almost
filial
respect
;
but
it
was
doubtful
whether
they
understood
very
much
of
it
.
The
farm
was
more
prosperous
now
,
and
better
organised
:
it
had
even
been
enlarged
by
two
fields
which
had
been
bought
from
Mr
.
Pilkington
.
The
windmill
had
been
successfully
completed
at
last
,
and
the
farm
possessed
a
threshing
machine
and
a
hay
elevator
of
its
own
,
and
various
new
buildings
had
been
added
to
it
.
Whymper
had
bought
himself
a
dogcart
.
The
windmill
,
however
,
had
not
after
all
been
used
for
generating
electrical
power
.
It
was
used
for
milling
corn
,
and
brought
in
a
handsome
money
profit
.
The
animals
were
hard
at
work
building
yet
another
windmill
;
when
that
one
was
finished
,
so
it
was
said
,
the
dynamos
would
be
installed
.
But
the
luxuries
of
which
Snowball
had
once
taught
the
animals
to
dream
,
the
stalls
with
electric
light
and
hot
and
cold
water
,
and
the
three
-
day
week
,
were
no
longer
talked
about
.
Napoleon
had
denounced
such
ideas
as
contrary
to
the
spirit
of
Animalism
.
The
truest
happiness
,
he
said
,
lay
in
working
hard
and
living
frugally
.
Somehow
it
seemed
as
though
the
farm
had
grown
richer
without
making
the
animals
themselves
any
richer
-
except
,
of
course
,
for
the
pigs
and
the
dogs
.
Perhaps
this
was
partly
because
there
were
so
many
pigs
and
so
many
dogs
.
It
was
not
that
these
creatures
did
not
work
,
after
their
fashion
.
There
was
,
as
Squealer
was
never
tired
of
explaining
,
endless
work
in
the
supervision
and
organisation
of
the
farm
.
Much
of
this
work
was
of
a
kind
that
the
other
animals
were
too
ignorant
to
understand
.
For
example
,
Squealer
told
them
that
the
pigs
had
to
expend
enormous
labours
every
day
upon
mysterious
things
called
"
files
,
"
"
reports
,
"
"
minutes
,
"
and
"
memoranda
"
.
These
were
large
sheets
of
paper
which
had
to
be
closely
covered
with
writing
,
and
as
soon
as
they
were
so
covered
,
they
were
burnt
in
the
furnace
.
This
was
of
the
highest
importance
for
the
welfare
of
the
farm
,
Squealer
said
.
But
still
,
neither
pigs
nor
dogs
produced
any
food
by
their
own
labour
;
and
there
were
very
many
of
them
,
and
their
appetites
were
always
good
.
As
for
the
others
,
their
life
,
so
far
as
they
knew
,
was
as
it
had
always
been
.
They
were
generally
hungry
,
they
slept
on
straw
,
they
drank
from
the
pool
,
they
laboured
in
the
fields
;
in
winter
they
were
troubled
by
the
cold
,
and
in
summer
by
the
flies
.
Sometimes
the
older
ones
among
them
racked
their
dim
memories
and
tried
to
determine
whether
in
the
early
days
of
the
Rebellion
,
when
Jones
’
s
expulsion
was
still
recent
,
things
had
been
better
or
worse
than
now
.
They
could
not
remember
.
There
was
nothing
with
which
they
could
compare
their
present
lives
:
they
had
nothing
to
go
upon
except
Squealer
’
s
lists
of
figures
,
which
invariably
demonstrated
that
everything
was
getting
better
and
better
.
The
animals
found
the
problem
insoluble
;
in
any
case
,
they
had
little
time
for
speculating
on
such
things
now
.
Only
old
Benjamin
professed
to
remember
every
detail
of
his
long
life
and
to
know
that
things
never
had
been
,
nor
ever
could
be
much
better
or
much
worse
—
hunger
,
hardship
,
and
disappointment
being
,
so
he
said
,
the
unalterable
law
of
life
.
And
yet
the
animals
never
gave
up
hope
.
More
,
they
never
lost
,
even
for
an
instant
,
their
sense
of
honour
and
privilege
in
being
members
of
Animal
Farm
.
They
were
still
the
only
farm
in
the
whole
county
—
in
all
England
!
—
owned
and
operated
by
animals
.
Not
one
of
them
,
not
even
the
youngest
,
not
even
the
newcomers
who
had
been
brought
from
farms
ten
or
twenty
miles
away
,
ever
ceased
to
marvel
at
that
.
And
when
they
heard
the
gun
booming
and
saw
the
green
flag
fluttering
at
the
masthead
,
their
hearts
swelled
with
imperishable
pride
,
and
the
talk
turned
always
towards
the
old
heroic
days
,
the
expulsion
of
Jones
,
the
writing
of
the
Seven
Commandments
,
the
great
battles
in
which
the
human
invaders
had
been
defeated
.
None
of
the
old
dreams
had
been
abandoned
.
The
Republic
of
the
Animals
which
Major
had
foretold
,
when
the
green
fields
of
England
should
be
untrodden
by
human
feet
,
was
still
believed
in
.
Some
day
it
was
coming
:
it
might
not
be
soon
,
it
might
not
be
with
in
the
lifetime
of
any
animal
now
living
,
but
still
it
was
coming
.
Even
the
tune
of
‘
Beasts
of
England
’
was
perhaps
hummed
secretly
here
and
there
:
at
any
rate
,
it
was
a
fact
that
every
animal
on
the
farm
knew
it
,
though
no
one
would
have
dared
to
sing
it
aloud
.
It
might
be
that
their
lives
were
hard
and
that
not
all
of
their
hopes
had
been
fulfilled
;
but
they
were
conscious
that
they
were
not
as
other
animals
.
If
they
went
hungry
,
it
was
not
from
feeding
tyrannical
human
beings
;
if
they
worked
hard
,
at
least
they
worked
for
themselves
.
No
creature
among
them
went
upon
two
legs
.
No
creature
called
any
other
creature
"
Master
.
"
All
animals
were
equal
.
One
day
in
early
summer
Squealer
ordered
the
sheep
to
follow
him
,
and
led
them
out
to
a
piece
of
waste
ground
at
the
other
end
of
the
farm
,
which
had
become
overgrown
with
birch
saplings
.
The
sheep
spent
the
whole
day
there
browsing
at
the
leaves
under
Squealer
’
s
supervision
.
In
the
evening
he
returned
to
the
farmhouse
himself
,
but
,
as
it
was
warm
weather
,
told
the
sheep
to
stay
where
they
were
.
It
ended
by
their
remaining
there
for
a
whole
week
,
during
which
time
the
other
animals
saw
nothing
of
them
.
Squealer
was
with
them
for
the
greater
part
of
every
day
.
He
was
,
he
said
,
teaching
them
to
sing
a
new
song
,
for
which
privacy
was
needed
.
It
was
just
after
the
sheep
had
returned
,
on
a
pleasant
evening
when
the
animals
had
finished
work
and
were
making
their
way
back
to
the
farm
buildings
,
that
the
terrified
neighing
of
a
horse
sounded
from
the
yard
.
Startled
,
the
animals
stopped
in
their
tracks
.
It
was
Clover
’
s
voice
.
She
neighed
again
,
and
all
the
animals
broke
into
a
gallop
and
rushed
into
the
yard
.
Then
they
saw
what
Clover
had
seen
.
It
was
a
pig
walking
on
his
hind
legs
.
