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Take

the

adventure

,

heed

the

call

,

now

ere

the

irrevocable

moment

passes

!

'

Tis

but

a

banging

of

the

door

behind

you

,

a

blithesome

step

forward

,

and

you

are

out

of

the

old

life

and

into

the

new

!

Then

some

day

,

some

day

long

hence

,

jog

home

here

if

you

will

,

when

the

cup

has

been

drained

and

the

play

has

been

played

,

and

sit

down

by

your

quiet

river

with

a

store

of

goodly

memories

for

company

.

You

can

easily

overtake

me

on

the

road

,

for

you

are

young

,

and

I

am

ageing

and

go

softly

.

I

will

linger

,

and

look

back

;

and

at

last

I

will

surely

see

you

coming

,

eager

and

light-hearted

,

with

all

the

South

in

your

face

!

"

The

voice

died

away

and

ceased

as

an

insect

's

tiny

trumpet

dwindles

swiftly

into

silence

;

and

the

Water

Rat

,

paralysed

and

staring

,

saw

at

last

but

a

distant

speck

on

the

white

surface

of

the

road

.

Mechanically

he

rose

and

proceeded

to

repack

the

luncheon-basket

,

carefully

and

without

haste

.

Mechanically

he

returned

home

,

gathered

together

a

few

small

necessaries

and

special

treasures

he

was

fond

of

,

and

put

them

in

a

satchel

;

acting

with

slow

deliberation

,

moving

about

the

room

like

a

sleep-walker

;

listening

ever

with

parted

lips

.

He

swung

the

satchel

over

his

shoulder

,

carefully

selected

a

stout

stick

for

his

wayfaring

,

and

with

no

haste

,

but

with

no

hesitation

at

all

,

he

stepped

across

the

threshold

just

as

the

Mole

appeared

at

the

door

.

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"

Why

,

where

are

you

off

to

,

Ratty

?

"

asked

the

Mole

in

great

surprise

,

grasping

him

by

the

arm

.

"

Going

South

,

with

the

rest

of

them

,

"

murmured

the

Rat

in

a

dreamy

monotone

,

never

looking

at

him

.

"

Seawards

first

and

then

on

shipboard

,

and

so

to

the

shores

that

are

calling

me

!

"

He

pressed

resolutely

forward

,

still

without

haste

,

but

with

dogged

fixity

of

purpose

;

but

the

Mole

,

now

thoroughly

alarmed

,

placed

himself

in

front

of

him

,

and

looking

into

his

eyes

saw

that

they

were

glazed

and

set

and

turned

a

streaked

and

shifting

grey

--

not

his

friend

's

eyes

,

but

the

eyes

of

some

other

animal

!

Grappling

with

him

strongly

he

dragged

him

inside

,

threw

him

down

,

and

held

him

.

The

Rat

struggled

desperately

for

a

few

moments

,

and

then

his

strength

seemed

suddenly

to

leave

him

,

and

he

lay

still

and

exhausted

,

with

closed

eyes

,

trembling

.

Presently

the

Mole

assisted

him

to

rise

and

placed

him

in

a

chair

,

where

he

sat

collapsed

and

shrunken

into

himself

,

his

body

shaken

by

a

violent

shivering

,

passing

in

time

into

an

hysterical

fit

of

dry

sobbing

.

Mole

made

the

door

fast

,

threw

the

satchel

into

a

drawer

and

locked

it

,

and

sat

down

quietly

on

the

table

by

his

friend

,

waiting

for

the

strange

seizure

to

pass

.

Gradually

the

Rat

sank

into

a

troubled

doze

,

broken

by

starts

and

confused

murmurings

of

things

strange

and

wild

and

foreign

to

the

unenlightened

Mole

;

and

from

that

he

passed

into

a

deep

slumber

.

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Very

anxious

in

mind

,

the

Mole

left

him

for

a

time

and

busied

himself

with

household

matters

;

and

it

was

getting

dark

when

he

returned

to

the

parlour

and

found

the

Rat

where

he

had

left

him

,

wide

awake

indeed

,

but

listless

,

silent

,

and

dejected

.

He

took

one

hasty

glance

at

his

eyes

;

found

them

,

to

his

great

gratification

,

clear

and

dark

and

brown

again

as

before

;

and

then

sat

down

and

tried

to

cheer

him

up

and

help

him

to

relate

what

had

happened

to

him

.

Poor

Ratty

did

his

best

,

by

degrees

,

to

explain

things

;

but

how

could

he

put

into

cold

words

what

had

mostly

been

suggestion

?

How

recall

,

for

another

's

benefit

,

the

haunting

sea

voices

that

had

sung

to

him

,

how

reproduce

at

second-hand

the

magic

of

the

Seafarer

's

hundred

reminiscences

?

Even

to

himself

,

now

the

spell

was

broken

and

the

glamour

gone

,

he

found

it

difficult

to

account

for

what

had

seemed

,

some

hours

ago

,

the

inevitable

and

only

thing

.

It

is

not

surprising

,

then

,

that

he

failed

to

convey

to

the

Mole

any

clear

idea

of

what

he

had

been

through

that

day

.

To

the

Mole

this

much

was

plain

:

the

fit

,

or

attack

,

had

passed

away

,

and

had

left

him

sane

again

,

though

shaken

and

cast

down

by

the

reaction

.

But

he

seemed

to

have

lost

all

interest

for

the

time

in

the

things

that

went

to

make

up

his

daily

life

,

as

well

as

in

all

pleasant

forecastings

of

the

altered

days

and

doings

that

the

changing

season

was

surely

bringing

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