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THE
sheep
ran
huddling
together
against
the
hurdles
,
blowing
out
thin
nostrils
and
stamping
with
delicate
fore-feet
,
their
heads
thrown
back
and
a
light
steam
rising
from
the
crowded
sheep-pen
into
the
frosty
air
,
as
the
two
animals
hastened
by
in
high
spirits
,
with
much
chatter
and
laughter
.
They
were
returning
across
country
after
a
long
day
's
outing
with
Otter
,
hunting
and
exploring
on
the
wide
uplands
,
where
certain
streams
tributary
to
their
own
River
had
their
first
small
beginnings
;
and
the
shades
of
the
short
winter
day
were
closing
in
on
them
,
and
they
had
still
some
distance
to
go
.
Plodding
at
random
across
the
plough
,
they
had
heard
the
sheep
and
had
made
for
them
;
and
now
,
leading
from
the
sheep-pen
,
they
found
a
beaten
track
that
made
walking
a
lighter
business
,
and
responded
,
moreover
,
to
that
small
inquiring
something
which
all
animals
carry
inside
them
,
saying
unmistakably
,
"
Yes
,
quite
right
;
this
leads
home
!
"
"
It
looks
as
if
we
were
coming
to
a
village
,
"
said
the
Mole
somewhat
dubiously
,
slackening
his
pace
,
as
the
track
,
that
had
in
time
become
a
path
and
then
had
developed
into
a
lane
,
now
handed
them
over
to
the
charge
of
a
well-metalled
road
.
The
animals
did
not
hold
with
villages
,
and
their
own
highways
,
thickly
frequented
as
they
were
,
took
an
independent
course
,
regardless
of
church
,
post-office
,
or
public-house
.
"
Oh
,
never
mind
!
"
said
the
Rat
.
"
At
this
season
of
the
year
they
're
all
safe
indoors
by
this
time
,
sitting
round
the
fire
;
men
,
women
,
and
children
,
dogs
and
cats
and
all
.
We
shall
slip
through
all
right
,
without
any
bother
or
unpleasantness
,
and
we
can
have
a
look
at
them
through
their
windows
if
you
like
,
and
see
what
they
're
doing
.
"
The
rapid
nightfall
of
mid-December
had
quite
beset
the
little
village
as
they
approached
it
on
soft
feet
over
a
first
thin
fall
of
powdery
snow
.
Little
was
visible
but
squares
of
a
dusky
orange-red
on
either
side
of
the
street
,
where
the
firelight
or
lamplight
of
each
cottage
overflowed
through
the
casements
into
the
dark
world
without
.
Most
of
the
low
latticed
windows
were
innocent
of
blinds
,
and
to
the
lookers-in
from
outside
,
the
inmates
,
gathered
round
the
tea-table
,
absorbed
in
handiwork
,
or
talking
with
laughter
and
gesture
,
had
each
that
happy
grace
which
is
the
last
thing
the
skilled
actor
shall
capture
--
the
natural
grace
which
goes
with
perfect
unconsciousness
of
observation
.
Moving
at
will
from
one
theatre
to
another
,
the
two
spectators
,
so
far
from
home
themselves
,
had
something
of
wistfulness
in
their
eyes
as
they
watched
a
cat
being
stroked
,
a
sleepy
child
picked
up
and
huddled
off
to
bed
,
or
a
tired
man
stretch
and
knock
out
his
pipe
on
the
end
of
a
smouldering
log
.
But
it
was
from
one
little
window
,
with
its
blind
drawn
down
,
a
mere
blank
transparency
on
the
night
,
that
the
sense
of
home
and
the
little
curtained
world
within
walls
--
the
larger
stressful
world
of
outside
Nature
shut
out
and
forgotten
--
most
pulsated
.
Close
against
the
white
blind
hung
a
bird-cage
,
clearly
silhouetted
,
every
wire
,
perch
,
and
appurtenance
distinct
and
recognisable
,
even
to
yesterday
's
dull-edged
lump
of
sugar
.
On
the
middle
perch
the
fluffy
occupant
,
head
tucked
well
into
feathers
,
seemed
so
near
to
them
as
to
be
easily
stroked
,
had
they
tried
;
even
the
delicate
tips
of
his
plumped-out
plumage
pencilled
plainly
on
the
illuminated
screen
.
As
they
looked
,
the
sleepy
little
fellow
stirred
uneasily
,
woke
,
shook
himself
,
and
raised
his
head
.
They
could
see
the
gape
of
his
tiny
beak
as
he
yawned
in
a
bored
sort
of
way
,
looked
round
,
and
then
settled
his
head
into
his
back
again
,
while
the
ruffled
feathers
gradually
subsided
into
perfect
stillness
.
Then
a
gust
of
bitter
wind
took
them
in
the
back
of
the
neck
,
a
small
sting
of
frozen
sleet
on
the
skin
woke
them
as
from
a
dream
,
and
they
knew
their
toes
to
be
cold
and
their
legs
tired
,
and
their
own
home
distant
a
weary
way
.
Once
beyond
the
village
,
where
the
cottages
ceased
abruptly
,
on
either
side
of
the
road
they
could
smell
through
the
darkness
the
friendly
fields
again
;
and
they
braced
themselves
for
the
last
long
stretch
,
the
home
stretch
,
the
stretch
that
we
know
is
bound
to
end
,
some
time
,
in
the
rattle
of
the
door-latch
,
the
sudden
firelight
,
and
the
sight
of
familiar
things
greeting
us
as
long-absent
travellers
from
far
over-sea
.
They
plodded
along
steadily
and
silently
,
each
of
them
thinking
his
own
thoughts
.
The
Mole
's
ran
a
good
deal
on
supper
,
as
it
was
pitch-dark
,
and
it
was
all
a
strange
country
for
him
as
far
as
he
knew
,
and
he
was
following
obediently
in
the
wake
of
the
Rat
,
leaving
the
guidance
entirely
to
him
.
As
for
the
Rat
,
he
was
walking
a
little
way
ahead
,
as
his
habit
was
,
his
shoulders
humped
,
his
eyes
fixed
on
the
straight
grey
road
in
front
of
him
;
so
he
did
not
notice
poor
Mole
when
suddenly
the
summons
reached
him
,
and
took
him
like
an
electric
shock
.
We
others
,
who
have
long
lost
the
more
subtle
of
the
physical
senses
,
have
not
even
proper
terms
to
express
an
animal
's
inter-communications
with
his
surroundings
,
living
or
otherwise
,
and
have
only
the
word
"
smell
,
"
for
instance
,
to
include
the
whole
range
of
delicate
thrills
which
murmur
in
the
nose
of
the
animal
night
and
day
,
summoning
,
warning
,
inciting
,
repelling
.
It
was
one
of
these
mysterious
fairy
calls
from
out
the
void
that
suddenly
reached
Mole
in
the
darkness
,
making
him
tingle
through
and
through
with
its
very
familiar
appeal
,
even
while
yet
he
could
not
clearly
remember
what
it
was
.
He
stopped
dead
in
his
tracks
,
his
nose
searching
hither
and
thither
in
its
efforts
to
recapture
the
fine
filament
,
the
telegraphic
current
,
that
had
so
strongly
moved
him
.
A
moment
,
and
he
had
caught
it
again
;
and
with
it
this
time
came
recollection
in
fullest
flood
.
