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It
stretched
away
unbroken
on
every
side
of
us
,
this
mysterious
soft
garment
under
which
our
familiar
world
had
so
suddenly
hidden
itself
.
Faint
imprints
showed
where
a
casual
bird
had
alighted
,
but
of
other
traffic
there
was
next
to
no
sign
;
which
made
these
strange
tracks
all
the
more
puzzling
.
We
came
across
them
first
at
the
corner
of
the
shrubbery
,
and
pored
over
them
long
,
our
hands
on
our
knees
.
Experienced
trappers
that
we
knew
ourselves
to
be
,
it
was
annoying
to
be
brought
up
suddenly
by
a
beast
we
could
not
at
once
identify
.
“
Don
’
t
you
know
?
”
said
Charlotte
,
rather
scornfully
.
“
Thought
you
knew
all
the
beasts
that
ever
was
.
”
This
put
me
on
my
mettle
,
and
I
hastily
rattled
off
a
string
of
animal
names
embracing
both
the
arctic
and
the
tropic
zones
,
but
without
much
real
confidence
.
“
No
,
”
said
Charlotte
,
on
consideration
;
“
they
won
’
t
any
of
’
em
quite
do
.
Seems
like
something
LIZARDY
.
Did
you
say
a
iguanodon
?
Might
be
that
,
p
’
raps
.
But
that
’
s
not
British
,
and
we
want
a
real
British
beast
.
I
think
it
’
s
a
dragon
!
”
“
’
T
isn
’
t
half
big
enough
,
”
I
objected
.
“
Well
,
all
dragons
must
be
small
to
begin
with
,
”
said
Charlotte
:
“
like
everything
else
.
P
’
raps
this
is
a
little
dragon
who
’
s
got
lost
.
A
little
dragon
would
be
rather
nice
to
have
.
He
might
scratch
and
spit
,
but
he
couldn
’
t
DO
anything
really
.
Let
’
s
track
him
down
!
”
So
we
set
off
into
the
wide
snow
-
clad
world
,
hand
in
hand
,
our
hearts
big
with
expectation
,
—
complacently
confident
that
by
a
few
smudgy
traces
in
the
snow
we
were
in
a
fair
way
to
capture
a
half
-
grown
specimen
of
a
fabulous
beast
.
We
ran
the
monster
across
the
paddock
and
along
the
hedge
of
the
next
field
,
and
then
he
took
to
the
road
like
any
tame
civilized
tax
-
payer
.
Here
his
tracks
became
blended
with
and
lost
among
more
ordinary
footprints
,
but
imagination
and
a
fixed
idea
will
do
a
great
deal
,
and
we
were
sure
we
knew
the
direction
a
dragon
would
naturally
take
.
The
traces
,
too
,
kept
reappearing
at
intervals
—
at
least
Charlotte
maintained
they
did
,
and
as
it
was
HER
dragon
I
left
the
following
of
the
slot
to
her
and
trotted
along
peacefully
,
feeling
that
it
was
an
expedition
anyhow
and
something
was
sure
to
come
out
of
it
.
Charlotte
took
me
across
another
field
or
two
,
and
through
a
copse
,
and
into
a
fresh
road
;
and
I
began
to
feel
sure
it
was
only
her
confounded
pride
that
made
her
go
on
pretending
to
see
dragon
-
tracks
instead
of
owning
she
was
entirely
at
fault
,
like
a
reasonable
person
.
At
last
she
dragged
me
excitedly
through
a
gap
in
a
hedge
of
an
obviously
private
character
;
the
waste
,
open
world
of
field
and
hedge
-
row
disappeared
,
and
we
found
ourselves
in
a
garden
,
well
-
kept
,
secluded
,
most
un
-
dragon
-
haunted
in
appearance
.
Once
inside
,
I
knew
where
we
were
.
This
was
the
garden
of
my
friend
the
circus
-
man
,
though
I
had
never
approached
it
before
by
a
lawless
gap
,
from
this
unfamiliar
side
.
