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Fastening
their
boat
to
a
willow
,
the
friends
landed
in
this
silent
,
silver
kingdom
,
and
patiently
explored
the
hedges
,
the
hollow
trees
,
the
runnels
and
their
little
culverts
,
the
ditches
and
dry
water-ways
.
Embarking
again
and
crossing
over
,
they
worked
their
way
up
the
stream
in
this
manner
,
while
the
moon
,
serene
and
detached
in
a
cloudless
sky
,
did
what
she
could
,
though
so
far
off
,
to
help
them
in
their
quest
;
till
her
hour
came
and
she
sank
earthwards
reluctantly
,
and
left
them
,
and
mystery
once
more
held
field
and
river
.
Then
a
change
began
slowly
to
declare
itself
.
The
horizon
became
clearer
,
field
and
tree
came
more
into
sight
,
and
somehow
with
a
different
look
;
the
mystery
began
to
drop
away
from
them
.
A
bird
piped
suddenly
,
and
was
still
;
and
a
light
breeze
sprang
up
and
set
the
reeds
and
bulrushes
rustling
.
Rat
,
who
was
in
the
stern
of
the
boat
,
while
Mole
sculled
,
sat
up
suddenly
and
listened
with
a
passionate
intentness
.
Mole
,
who
with
gentle
strokes
was
just
keeping
the
boat
moving
while
he
scanned
the
banks
with
care
,
looked
at
him
with
curiosity
.
"
It
's
gone
!
"
sighed
the
Rat
,
sinking
back
in
his
seat
again
.
"
So
beautiful
and
strange
and
new
!
Since
it
was
to
end
so
soon
,
I
almost
wish
I
had
never
heard
it
.
For
it
has
roused
a
longing
in
me
that
is
pain
,
and
nothing
seems
worth
while
but
just
to
hear
that
sound
once
more
and
go
on
listening
to
it
for
ever
.
No
!
There
it
is
again
!
"
he
cried
,
alert
once
more
.
Entranced
,
he
was
silent
for
a
long
space
,
spellbound
.
"
Now
it
passes
on
and
I
begin
to
lose
it
,
"
he
said
presently
.
"
O
Mole
!
the
beauty
of
it
!
The
merry
bubble
and
joy
,
the
thin
,
clear
,
happy
call
of
the
distant
piping
!
Such
music
I
never
dreamed
of
,
and
the
call
in
it
is
stronger
even
than
the
music
is
sweet
!
Row
on
,
Mole
,
row
!
For
the
music
and
the
call
must
be
for
us
.
"
The
Mole
,
greatly
wondering
,
obeyed
.
"
I
hear
nothing
myself
,
"
he
said
,
"
but
the
wind
playing
in
the
reeds
and
rushes
and
osiers
.
"
The
Rat
never
answered
,
if
indeed
he
heard
.
Rapt
,
transported
,
trembling
,
he
was
possessed
in
all
his
senses
by
this
new
divine
thing
that
caught
up
his
helpless
soul
and
swung
and
dandled
it
,
a
powerless
but
happy
infant
in
a
strong
sustaining
grasp
.
In
silence
Mole
rowed
steadily
,
and
soon
they
came
to
a
point
where
the
river
divided
,
a
long
backwater
branching
off
to
one
side
.
With
a
slight
movement
of
his
head
Rat
,
who
had
long
dropped
the
rudder-lines
,
directed
the
rower
to
take
the
backwater
.
The
creeping
tide
of
light
gained
and
gained
,
and
now
they
could
see
the
colour
of
the
flowers
that
gemmed
the
water
's
edge
.
"
Clearer
and
nearer
still
,
"
cried
the
Rat
joyously
.
"
Now
you
must
surely
hear
it
!
Ah
--
at
last
--
I
see
you
do
!
"
Breathless
and
transfixed
,
the
Mole
stopped
rowing
as
the
liquid
run
of
that
glad
piping
broke
on
him
like
a
wave
,
caught
him
up
,
and
possessed
him
utterly
.
He
saw
the
tears
on
his
comrade
's
cheeks
,
and
bowed
his
head
and
understood
.
For
a
space
they
hung
there
,
brushed
by
the
purple
loosestrife
that
fringed
the
bank
;
then
the
clear
imperious
summons
that
marched
hand-in-hand
with
the
intoxicating
melody
imposed
its
will
on
Mole
,
and
mechanically
he
bent
to
his
oars
again
.
And
the
light
grew
steadily
stronger
,
but
no
birds
sang
as
they
were
wont
to
do
at
the
approach
of
dawn
;
and
but
for
the
heavenly
music
all
was
marvellously
still
.
