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CHAPTER FIVE PUDDLEGLUM（第2页）

WhattheyfoueuofNarniatheyhadseenonthedaybefore.Theywereoplainwhichwastotlesslittleislandsbytlesselsofwater.Theislandswerecoveredwithcrassahreedsaimestherewerebedsofrushesaboutaent.Cloudsofbirdsweretlyalightinginthemandrisingfromthemagain-duipe，bitterns，herons.Manywigwamslikethatinwhichtheyhadpassedthenightcouldbesee，butallatagooddistanoher;flesarepeoplewholikeprivacy.Exceptfeoftheforestseveralmilestothesouthahem，therewas.Eastwardtheflatmarshstretchedtolowsand-hillsonthehorizon，andyoucouldtellbythesalttanginthefromthatdirethatthesealayoverthere.TotheNorththerewerelowpale-coloredhills，iiohrock.Therestwasallflatmarsh.Itwouldhavebeenadepressingplaawetevening.Seenunderamsun，withafreshwindblowing，andtheairfilledwiththegofbirds，therewassomethingfineandfreshaitslohefelttheirspiritsrise.

&hethingummygotto，Iwonder?”

saidJill.

“TheMarsh-wiggle，”

saidScrubb，asifheroudofknowingtheword.“Iexpeustbehim.”

Aheybothsawhim，sittingwithhisba，fishing，aboutfiftyyardsaway.Hehadbeenhardtoseeatfirstbecausehewashesamecolorasthemarshasostill.

“Isupposewe'dbettergoaohim，”

saidJill.Sodded.Theybothfeltalittlenervous.

Astheydrewhefiguretursheadahemalongthihersuightlyshutmouth，asharpnose，andnobeard.Hewasoilikeasteeple，withanenormouslywideflatbrim.Thehair，ifitcouldbecalledhair，whigeearswasgreeny-gray，andeachlockwasflatratherthanround，sothattheywereliketinyreeds.Hisexpressionwassolemn，hisuddy，andyoucouldseeatohetookaseriousviewoflife.

“Guests，”

hesaid.“ThoughwhenIsaygoodIdon'tmeanitwon'tprobablyturnththesn，orthunder.Youdidn'tgetanysleep，Idaresay.

“Yeswedid，though，”

saidJill.“Wehadalovelynight.”

“Ah，”

saidtheMarsh-wiggle，shakinghishead.“Iseeythebestofabadjob.That&#ht.You'vebeenwellbroughtup，youhave.You'velearagoodfags.”

“Please，wedon'tknowyourname，”

saidScrubb.

“Puddleglum'smydoesn'tmatterifyetit.Ialwaystellyouagain.”

Thesatdownonea.Theynowsawthathehadverylonglegsandarms，sothatalthoughhisbodywasnotmuchbiggerthanadwarf's，hewouldbetallerthanmostmeoodup.Thefingersofhishandswerewebbedlikeafrog's，andsowerehisbarefeetwhigledinthemuddywater.Hewasdressedihcoloredclothesthathuhim.

“I&#tocatchafeweelstomakeaewforourdinner，”

saidPuddleglum.“ThoughIshouldn'twonderifIdidn'tgetany.Andyouwon'tlikethemmuchifIdo.”

“Whynot?”

askedScrubb.

“Why，it'syoushouldlikeoursortofvictuals，thoughI'venodoubtyou'llputaboldfait.Allthesame，whileIama，ifyoutwhtthefire—n—!Thewood'sbehindthewigwam.Itmaybewet.Youcouldlightitihewigwam，andthenwe'dgetallthesmokeinoureyes.Oryoucouldlightitoutside，aherainwouldeandputitout.Here'smytinder-box.Youwon'tknowhowtouseit，Iexpect.”

ButScrubbhadlearsortofthingonhislastadveheranbacktogethertothewigwam，foundtheasperfectlydry）andsulightiherlessthantheusualdifficulty.ThenScrubbsatandtookcareofitwhileJillwentandhadsomesortofwash—notaveryheel.Afterthatshesawtothefireandhehadawash.Bothfeltagooddealfresher，butveryhungry.

&heMarsh-wigglejoihem.Inspiteofhisexpeofoeels，hehadadozenorso，whichhehadalreadyskinnedaabigpotohefire，andlithispipe.Marsh-wigglessme，heavysortoftobaepeoplesaytheymixitwithmud）andtheoticedthesmokefromPuddleglum'spipehardlyroseiall.Ittrickledoutoftheboardsahegrou.ItwasverybladsetScrubbg.

“Nouddleglum.“Thoseeelswilltakeamtimetodeitherofyoumightfaintwithhuhey'redolegirl—butI'dbetterhatsthtloweryourspirits，andthat'sathingIneverdo.So，tokeepyourmindser，wemayaswelltalkaboutourplans.”

&'s，”

saidJill.“youhelpustofindPrin?”

TheMarsh-wigglesuhischeekstilltheywerehollowerthanyouwouldhavethoughtpossible.“Well，Idon'tknowthatyou'dcallithelp，”