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"

Look

"

--

cried

Peter

,

suddenly

--

"

the

tree

over

there

!

"

The

tree

he

pointed

at

was

one

of

those

that

have

rough

grey

leaves

and

white

flowers

.

The

berries

,

when

they

come

,

are

bright

scarlet

,

but

if

you

pick

them

,

they

disappoint

you

by

turning

black

before

you

get

them

home

.

And

,

as

Peter

pointed

,

the

tree

was

moving

--

not

just

the

way

trees

ought

to

move

when

the

wind

blows

through

them

,

but

all

in

one

piece

,

as

though

it

were

a

live

creature

and

were

walking

down

the

side

of

the

cutting

.

"

It

's

moving

!

"

cried

Bobbie

.

"

Oh

,

look

!

and

so

are

the

others

.

It

's

like

the

woods

in

Macbeth

.

"

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"

It

's

magic

,

"

said

Phyllis

,

breathlessly

.

"

I

always

knew

this

railway

was

enchanted

.

"

It

really

did

seem

a

little

like

magic

.

For

all

the

trees

for

about

twenty

yards

of

the

opposite

bank

seemed

to

be

slowly

walking

down

towards

the

railway

line

,

the

tree

with

the

grey

leaves

bringing

up

the

rear

like

some

old

shepherd

driving

a

flock

of

green

sheep

.

"

What

is

it

?

Oh

,

what

is

it

?

"

said

Phyllis

;

"

it

's

much

too

magic

for

me

.

I

do

n't

like

it

.

Let

's

go

home

.

"

But

Bobbie

and

Peter

clung

fast

to

the

rail

and

watched

breathlessly

.

And

Phyllis

made

no

movement

towards

going

home

by

herself

.

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The

trees

moved

on

and

on

.

Some

stones

and

loose

earth

fell

down

and

rattled

on

the

railway

metals

far

below

.

"

It

's

ALL

coming

down

,

"

Peter

tried

to

say

,

but

he

found

there

was

hardly

any

voice

to

say

it

with

.

And

,

indeed

,

just

as

he

spoke

,

the

great

rock

,

on

the

top

of

which

the

walking

trees

were

,

leaned

slowly

forward

.

The

trees

,

ceasing

to

walk

,

stood

still

and

shivered

.

Leaning

with

the

rock

,

they

seemed

to

hesitate

a

moment

,

and

then

rock

and

trees

and

grass

and

bushes

,

with

a

rushing

sound

,

slipped

right

away

from

the

face

of

the

cutting

and

fell

on

the

line

with

a

blundering

crash

that

could

have

been

heard

half

a

mile

off

.

A

cloud

of

dust

rose

up

.

"

Oh

,

"

said

Peter

,

in

awestruck

tones

,

"

is

n't

it

exactly

like

when

coals

come

in

?

--

if

there

was

n't

any

roof

to

the

cellar

and

you

could

see

down

.

"

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