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"
I
do
indeed
,
"
said
the
Mole
,
with
a
slight
shiver
.
"
Well
,
well
,
"
said
the
Badger
,
patting
him
on
the
shoulder
,
"
it
was
your
first
experience
of
them
,
you
see
.
They
're
not
so
bad
really
;
and
we
must
all
live
and
let
live
.
But
I
'll
pass
the
word
around
to-morrow
,
and
I
think
you
'll
have
no
further
trouble
.
Any
friend
of
mine
walks
where
he
likes
in
this
country
,
or
I
'll
know
the
reason
why
!
"
When
they
got
back
to
the
kitchen
again
,
they
found
the
Rat
walking
up
and
down
,
very
restless
.
The
underground
atmosphere
was
oppressing
him
and
getting
on
his
nerves
,
and
he
seemed
really
to
be
afraid
that
the
river
would
run
away
if
he
was
n't
there
to
look
after
it
.
So
he
had
his
overcoat
on
,
and
his
pistols
thrust
into
his
belt
again
.
"
Come
along
,
Mole
,
"
he
said
anxiously
,
as
soon
as
he
caught
sight
of
them
.
"
We
must
get
off
while
it
's
daylight
.
Do
n't
want
to
spend
another
night
in
the
Wild
Wood
again
.
"
"
It
'll
be
all
right
,
my
fine
fellow
,
"
said
the
Otter
.
"
I
'm
coming
along
with
you
,
and
I
know
every
path
blindfold
;
and
if
there
's
a
head
that
needs
to
be
punched
,
you
can
confidently
rely
upon
me
to
punch
it
.
"
"
You
really
need
n't
fret
,
Ratty
,
"
added
the
Badger
placidly
.
"
My
passages
run
further
than
you
think
,
and
I
've
bolt-holes
to
the
edge
of
the
wood
in
several
directions
,
though
I
do
n't
care
for
everybody
to
know
about
them
.
When
you
really
have
to
go
,
you
shall
leave
by
one
of
my
short
cuts
.
Meantime
,
make
yourself
easy
,
and
sit
down
again
.
"
The
Rat
was
nevertheless
still
anxious
to
be
off
and
attend
to
his
river
,
so
the
Badger
,
taking
up
his
lantern
again
,
led
the
way
along
a
damp
and
airless
tunnel
that
wound
and
dipped
,
part
vaulted
,
part
hewn
through
solid
rock
,
for
a
weary
distance
that
seemed
to
be
miles
.
At
last
daylight
began
to
show
itself
confusedly
through
tangled
growth
overhanging
the
mouth
of
the
passage
;
and
the
Badger
,
bidding
them
a
hasty
good-bye
,
pushed
them
hurriedly
through
the
opening
,
made
everything
look
as
natural
as
possible
again
,
with
creepers
,
brushwood
,
and
dead
leaves
,
and
retreated
.
They
found
themselves
standing
on
the
very
edge
of
the
Wild
Wood
.
Rocks
and
brambles
and
tree-roots
behind
them
,
confusedly
heaped
and
tangled
;
in
front
,
a
great
space
of
quiet
fields
,
hemmed
by
lines
of
hedges
black
on
the
snow
,
and
,
far
ahead
,
a
glint
of
the
familiar
old
river
,
while
the
wintry
sun
hung
red
and
low
on
the
horizon
.
The
Otter
,
as
knowing
all
the
paths
,
took
charge
of
the
party
,
and
they
trailed
out
on
a
bee-line
for
a
distant
stile
.
Pausing
there
a
moment
and
looking
back
,
they
saw
the
whole
mass
of
the
Wild
Wood
,
dense
,
menacing
,
compact
,
grimly
set
in
vast
white
surroundings
;
simultaneously
they
turned
and
made
swiftly
for
home
,
for
firelight
and
the
familiar
things
it
played
on
,
for
the
voice
,
sounding
cheerily
outside
their
window
,
of
the
river
that
they
knew
and
trusted
in
all
its
moods
,
that
never
made
them
afraid
with
any
amazement
As
he
hurried
along
,
eagerly
anticipating
the
moment
when
he
would
be
at
home
again
among
the
things
he
knew
and
liked
,
the
Mole
saw
clearly
that
he
was
an
animal
of
tilled
field
and
hedgerow
,
linked
to
the
ploughed
furrow
,
the
frequented
pasture
,
the
lane
of
evening
lingerings
,
the
cultivated
garden-plot
.
For
others
the
asperities
,
the
stubborn
endurance
,
or
the
clash
of
actual
conflict
,
that
went
with
Nature
in
the
rough
;
he
must
be
wise
,
must
keep
to
the
pleasant
places
in
which
his
lines
were
laid
and
which
held
adventure
enough
,
in
their
way
,
to
last
for
a
lifetime
.
