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The
top
of
the
dam
was
wide
enough
to
walk
on
,
though
not
(
for
humans
)
a
very
nice
place
to
walk
because
it
was
covered
with
ice
,
and
though
the
frozen
pool
was
level
with
it
on
one
side
,
there
was
a
nasty
drop
to
the
lower
river
on
the
other
.
Along
this
route
Mr
Beaver
led
them
in
single
file
right
out
to
the
middle
where
they
could
look
a
long
way
up
the
river
and
a
long
way
down
it
.
And
when
they
had
reached
the
middle
they
were
at
the
door
of
the
house
.
"
Here
we
are
,
Mrs
Beaver
,
"
said
Mr
Beaver
,
"
I
’
ve
found
them
.
Here
are
the
Sons
and
Daughters
of
Adam
and
Eve
’
-
and
they
all
went
in
.
The
first
thing
Lucy
noticed
as
she
went
in
was
a
burring
sound
,
and
the
first
thing
she
saw
was
a
kindlooking
old
she
-
beaver
sitting
in
the
corner
with
a
thread
in
her
mouth
working
busily
at
her
sewing
machine
,
and
it
was
from
it
that
the
sound
came
.
She
stopped
her
work
and
got
up
as
soon
as
the
children
came
in
.
"
So
you
’
ve
come
at
last
!
"
she
said
,
holding
out
both
her
wrinkled
old
paws
.
"
At
last
!
To
think
that
ever
I
should
live
to
see
this
day
!
The
potatoes
are
on
boiling
and
the
kettle
’
s
singing
and
I
daresay
,
Mr
Beaver
,
you
’
ll
get
us
some
fish
.
"
"
That
I
will
,
"
said
Mr
Beaver
,
and
he
went
out
of
the
house
(
Peter
went
with
him
)
,
and
across
the
ice
of
the
deep
pool
to
where
he
had
a
little
hole
in
the
ice
which
he
kept
open
every
day
with
his
hatchet
.
They
took
a
pail
with
them
.
Mr
Beaver
sat
down
quietly
at
the
edge
of
the
hole
(
he
didn
’
t
seem
to
mind
it
being
so
chilly
)
,
looked
hard
into
it
,
then
suddenly
shot
in
his
paw
,
and
before
you
could
say
Jack
Robinson
had
whisked
out
a
beautiful
trout
.
Then
he
did
it
all
over
again
until
they
had
a
fine
catch
of
fish
.
Meanwhile
the
girls
were
helping
Mrs
Beaver
to
fill
the
kettle
and
lay
the
table
and
cut
the
bread
and
put
the
plates
in
the
oven
to
heat
and
draw
a
huge
jug
of
beer
for
Mr
Beaver
from
a
barrel
which
stood
in
one
corner
of
the
house
,
and
to
put
on
the
frying
-
pan
and
get
the
dripping
hot
.
Lucy
thought
the
Beavers
had
a
very
snug
little
home
though
it
was
not
at
all
like
Mr
Tumnus
’
s
cave
.
There
were
no
books
or
pictures
,
and
instead
of
beds
there
were
bunks
,
like
on
board
ship
,
built
into
the
wall
.
And
there
were
hams
and
strings
of
onions
hanging
from
the
roof
,
and
against
the
walls
were
gum
boots
and
oilskins
and
hatchets
and
pairs
of
shears
and
spades
and
trowels
and
things
for
carrying
mortar
in
and
fishing
-
rods
and
fishing
-
nets
and
sacks
.
And
the
cloth
on
the
table
,
though
very
clean
,
was
very
rough
.
Just
as
the
frying
-
pan
was
nicely
hissing
Peter
and
Mr
Beaver
came
in
with
the
fish
which
Mr
Beaver
had
already
opened
with
his
knife
and
cleaned
out
in
the
open
air
.
You
can
think
how
good
the
new
-
caught
fish
smelled
while
they
were
frying
and
how
the
hungry
children
longed
for
them
to
be
done
and
how
very
much
hungrier
still
they
had
become
before
Mr
Beaver
said
,
"
Now
we
’
re
nearly
ready
.
"
Susan
drained
the
potatoes
and
then
put
them
all
back
in
the
empty
pot
to
dry
on
the
side
of
the
range
while
Lucy
was
helping
Mrs
Beaver
to
dish
up
the
trout
,
so
that
in
a
very
few
minutes
everyone
was
drawing
up
their
stools
(
it
was
all
three
-
legged
stools
in
the
Beavers
’
house
except
for
Mrs
Beaver
’
s
own
special
rockingchair
beside
the
fire
)
and
preparing
to
enjoy
themselves
.
There
was
a
jug
of
creamy
milk
for
the
children
(
Mr
Beaver
stuck
to
beer
)
and
a
great
big
lump
of
deep
yellow
butter
in
the
middle
of
the
table
from
which
everyone
took
as
much
as
he
wanted
to
go
with
his
potatoes
,
and
all
the
children
thought
-
and
I
agree
with
them
-
that
there
’
s
nothing
to
beat
good
freshwater
fish
if
you
eat
it
when
it
has
been
alive
half
an
hour
ago
and
has
come
out
of
the
pan
half
a
minute
ago
.
And
when
they
had
finished
the
fish
Mrs
Beaver
brought
unexpectedly
out
of
the
oven
a
great
and
gloriously
sticky
marmalade
roll
,
steaming
hot
,
and
at
the
same
time
moved
the
kettle
on
to
the
fire
,
so
that
when
they
had
finished
the
marmalade
roll
the
tea
was
made
and
ready
to
be
poured
out
.
And
when
each
person
had
got
his
(
or
her
)
cup
of
tea
,
each
person
shoved
back
his
(
or
her
)
stool
so
as
to
be
able
to
lean
against
the
wall
and
gave
a
long
sigh
of
contentment
.
"
And
now
,
"
said
Mr
Beaver
,
pushing
away
his
empty
beer
mug
and
pulling
his
cup
of
tea
towards
him
,
"
if
you
’
ll
just
wait
till
I
’
ve
got
my
pipe
lit
up
and
going
nicely
-
why
,
now
we
can
get
to
business
.
It
’
s
snowing
again
,
"
he
added
,
cocking
his
eye
at
the
window
.
"
That
’
s
all
the
better
,
because
it
means
we
shan
’
t
have
any
visitors
;
and
if
anyone
should
have
been
trying
to
follow
you
,
why
he
won
’
t
find
any
tracks
.
"
