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"
Come
and
see
!
"
The
ground
was
turned
over
near
the
pig-run
and
there
were
droppings
that
steamed
.
Jack
bent
down
to
them
as
though
he
loved
them
.
"
Ralph
--
we
need
meat
even
if
we
are
hunting
the
other
thing
.
"
"
If
you
mean
going
the
right
way
,
we
'll
hunt
.
"
They
set
off
again
,
the
hunters
bunched
a
little
by
fear
of
the
mentioned
beast
,
while
Jack
quested
ahead
.
They
went
more
slowly
than
Ralph
had
bargained
for
;
yet
in
a
way
he
was
glad
to
loiter
,
cradling
his
spear
.
Jack
came
up
against
some
emergency
of
his
craft
and
soon
the
procession
stopped
.
Ralph
leaned
against
a
tree
and
at
once
the
daydreams
came
swarming
up
.
Jack
was
in
charge
of
the
hunt
and
there
would
be
time
to
get
to
the
mountain
--
Once
,
following
his
father
from
Chatham
to
Devonport
,
they
had
lived
in
a
cottage
on
the
edge
of
the
moors
.
In
the
succession
of
houses
that
Ralph
had
known
,
this
one
stood
out
with
particular
clarity
because
after
that
house
he
had
been
sent
away
to
school
.
Mummy
had
still
been
with
them
and
Daddy
had
come
home
every
day
.
Wild
ponies
came
to
the
stone
wall
at
the
bottom
of
the
garden
,
and
it
had
snowed
.
Just
behind
the
cottage
there
was
a
sort
of
shed
and
you
could
lie
up
there
,
watching
the
flakes
swirl
past
.
You
could
see
the
damp
spot
where
each
flake
died
,
then
you
could
mark
the
first
flake
that
lay
down
without
melting
and
watch
,
the
whole
ground
turn
white
.
You
could
go
indoors
when
you
were
cold
and
look
out
of
the
window
,
past
the
bright
copper
kettle
and
the
plate
with
the
little
blue
men
.
When
you
went
to
bed
there
was
a
bowl
of
cornflakes
with
sugar
and
cream
.
And
the
books
--
they
stood
on
the
shelf
by
the
bed
,
leaning
together
with
always
two
or
three
laid
flat
on
top
because
he
had
not
bothered
to
put
them
back
properly
.
They
were
dog-eared
and
scratched
.
There
was
the
bright
,
shining
one
about
Topsy
and
Mopsy
that
he
never
read
because
it
was
about
two
girls
;
there
was
the
one
about
the
magician
which
you
read
with
a
kind
of
tied-down
terror
,
skipping
page
twenty-seven
with
the
awful
picture
of
the
spider
;
there
was
a
book
about
people
who
had
dug
things
up
,
Egyptian
things
;
there
was
_
The
Boy
's
Book
of
Trains
_
,
_
The
Boy
's
Book
of
Ships
_
.
Vividly
they
came
before
him
;
he
could
have
reached
up
and
touched
them
,
could
feel
the
weight
and
slow
slide
with
which
_
The
Mammoth
Book
for
Boys
_
would
come
out
and
slither
down
...
.
Everything
was
all
right
;
everything
was
good-humored
and
friendly
.
The
bushes
crashed
ahead
of
them
.
Boys
flung
themselves
wildly
from
the
pig
track
and
scrabbled
in
the
creepers
,
screaming
.
Ralph
saw
Jack
nudged
aside
and
fall
.
Then
there
was
a
creature
bounding
along
the
pig
track
toward
him
,
with
tusks
gleaming
and
an
intimidating
grunt
.
Ralph
found
he
was
able
to
measure
the
distance
coldly
and
take
aim
.
With
the
boar
only
five
yards
away
,
he
flung
the
foolish
wooden
stick
that
he
carried
,
saw
it
hit
the
great
snout
and
hang
there
for
a
moment
.
The
boar
's
note
changed
to
a
squeal
and
it
swerved
aside
into
the
covert
.
The
pig-run
filled
with
shouting
boys
again
,
Jack
came
running
back
,
and
poked
about
in
the
undergrowth
.
"
Through
here
--
"
