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On
either
side
of
them
,
as
they
glided
onwards
,
the
rich
meadow-grass
seemed
that
morning
of
a
freshness
and
a
greenness
unsurpassable
.
Never
had
they
noticed
the
roses
so
vivid
,
the
willow-herb
so
riotous
,
the
meadow-sweet
so
odorous
and
pervading
.
Then
the
murmur
of
the
approaching
weir
began
to
hold
the
air
,
and
they
felt
a
consciousness
that
they
were
nearing
the
end
,
whatever
it
might
be
,
that
surely
awaited
their
expedition
.
A
wide
half-circle
of
foam
and
glinting
lights
and
shining
shoulders
of
green
water
,
the
great
weir
closed
the
backwater
from
bank
to
bank
,
troubled
all
the
quiet
surface
with
twirling
eddies
and
floating
foam-streaks
,
and
deadened
all
other
sounds
with
its
solemn
and
soothing
rumble
.
In
midmost
of
the
stream
,
embraced
in
the
weir
's
shimmering
arm-spread
,
a
small
island
lay
anchored
,
fringed
close
with
willow
and
silver
birch
and
alder
.
Reserved
,
shy
,
but
full
of
significance
,
it
hid
whatever
it
might
hold
behind
a
veil
,
keeping
it
till
the
hour
should
come
,
and
,
with
the
hour
,
those
who
were
called
and
chosen
.
Slowly
,
but
with
no
doubt
or
hesitation
whatever
,
and
in
something
of
a
solemn
expectancy
,
the
two
animals
passed
through
the
broken
,
tumultuous
water
and
moored
their
boat
at
the
flowery
margin
of
the
island
.
In
silence
they
landed
,
and
pushed
through
the
blossom
and
scented
herbage
and
undergrowth
that
led
up
to
the
level
ground
,
till
they
stood
on
a
little
lawn
of
a
marvellous
green
,
set
round
with
Nature
's
own
orchard-trees
--
crab-apple
,
wild
cherry
,
and
sloe
.
"
This
is
the
place
of
my
song-dream
,
the
place
the
music
played
to
me
,
"
whispered
the
Rat
,
as
if
in
a
trance
.
"
Here
,
in
this
holy
place
,
here
if
anywhere
,
surely
we
shall
find
Him
!
"
Then
suddenly
the
Mole
felt
a
great
Awe
fall
upon
him
,
an
awe
that
turned
his
muscles
to
water
,
bowed
his
head
,
and
rooted
his
feet
to
the
ground
.
It
was
no
panic
terror
--
indeed
he
felt
wonderfully
at
peace
and
happy
--
but
it
was
an
awe
that
smote
and
held
him
and
,
without
seeing
,
he
knew
it
could
only
mean
that
some
august
Presence
was
very
,
very
near
.
With
difficulty
he
turned
to
look
for
his
friend
,
and
saw
him
at
his
side
,
cowed
,
stricken
,
and
trembling
violently
.
And
still
there
was
utter
silence
in
the
populous
bird-haunted
branches
around
them
;
and
still
the
light
grew
and
grew
.
Perhaps
he
would
never
have
dared
to
raise
his
eyes
,
but
that
,
though
the
piping
was
now
hushed
,
the
call
and
the
summons
seemed
still
dominant
and
imperious
.
He
might
not
refuse
,
were
Death
himself
waiting
to
strike
him
instantly
,
once
he
had
looked
with
mortal
eye
on
things
rightly
kept
hidden
.
Trembling
he
obeyed
,
and
raised
his
humble
head
;
and
then
,
in
that
utter
clearness
of
the
imminent
dawn
,
while
Nature
,
flushed
with
fulness
of
incredible
colour
,
seemed
to
hold
her
breath
for
the
event
,
he
looked
in
the
very
eyes
of
the
Friend
and
Helper
;
saw
the
backward
sweep
of
the
curved
horns
,
gleaming
in
the
growing
daylight
;
saw
the
stern
,
hooked
nose
between
the
kindly
eyes
that
were
looking
down
on
them
humorously
,
while
the
bearded
mouth
broke
into
a
half-smile
at
the
corners
;
saw
the
rippling
muscles
on
the
arm
that
lay
across
the
broad
chest
,
the
long
supple
hand
still
holding
the
pan-pipes
only
just
fallen
away
from
the
parted
lips
;
saw
the
splendid
curves
of
the
shaggy
limbs
disposed
in
majestic
ease
on
the
sward
;
saw
,
last
of
all
,
nestling
between
his
very
hooves
,
sleeping
soundly
in
entire
peace
and
contentment
,
the
little
,
round
,
podgy
,
childish
form
of
the
baby
otter
.
All
this
he
saw
,
for
one
moment
breathless
and
intense
,
vivid
on
the
morning
sky
;
and
still
,
as
he
looked
,
he
lived
;
and
still
,
as
he
lived
,
he
wondered
.
"
Rat
!
"
he
found
breath
to
whisper
,
shaking
.
"
Are
you
afraid
?
"
