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CHAPTER SIX THE WILD WASTE LANDS OF THE NORTH（第1页）

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ATaboutnineo'threelonelyfiguresmighthavebeenseenpigtheirwayacrosstheShribblebytheshoalsaowasashallow，noisystream，andevenJillwasaboveherkheyreaorthernbank.Aboutfiftyyardsahead，thelahebeginningofthemoor，everywheresteeply，andoftenincliffs.

“Isupposethat'sourway!”

saidScrubb，poiaowhereastreamfloweddowhroughashalle.ButtheMarsh-wiggleshookhishead.

&smaihesideofthatge，”

hesaid.“Youmightsaythegewaslikeastreettothem.We'lldhtahead，eventhoughit'sabitsteep.”

Theyfouheybleup，andiesstoodpantiheyginglookbackatthevalley-landofNarniaaurheirfacestothe，lonelymoorstretdupasfarastheycouldsee.Owasrround.Jillthoughtthatmustbetheedgeofthegiants&#eanddidnotmuchcareaboutlookinginthatdire.Theysetout.

Itwasgr，andadayofpalewintersunlight.Astheygotdeeperihelonelinessincreased:onecouldhearpeewitsandseeanoalhawk.Wheedinthemiddleforarestandadrinkinalittlehollowbyastream，Jillwasbeginshemighteuresafterall，andsaidso.

“Wehaven'thada，”

saidtheMarsh-wiggle.

Walksafterthefirsthalt—likessafterbreakorrailwayjourergtrains—nevergoonastheywerebefore.Wheagain，Jillherockyedgeehaddrawherockswerelessflat，mht，thantheyhadbeen.Infacttheywerelikelittletowersofrodwhatfuheywere!

“Idobelieve，”

thoughtJill，“thatallthestoriesaboutgiantsmighthavethosefunnyrocks.Ifyalowashalfdark，youcouldeasilythinkthosepilesofriants.Lookatthatone，now!Youagihelumpontopwasahead.Itwouldberathertoobigforthebody，butitwoulddowellenlygiant.Andallthatbushystuff—Isupposeit'sheatherandbirds's，really—woulddoquitewellforhairandbeard.Ahingsstigoutoneachsidearequitelikeears.They'dbeh，butthenIdaresaygiantswouldhavebigears，likeelephants.And—o-o-o-h!—”

Herbloodfroze.Thethiwasarealgiant.Therewasnomistakingit;shehadseenitturnitshead.Shehadcaughtaglimpseofthegreat，stupid，puffcheekedface.Allthethis，notrocks.Therewerefortyorfiftyofthem，allinarow;obviouslystandingwiththeirfeetoomeandtheirelbohege，justasmenmightstandleaningonawall—lazymen，onafinemafterbreakfast.

&raighton，”

whisperedPuddleglum，whohadoo.“Don'tlookatthem.Andwhateveryoudo，don'trun.They'dbeafterusi.”

Sotheykeptnottohavesees.Itwaslikeastthegateofahousewherethereisafierlyfarworse.Thereweredozensahesegiants.Theydidn'tlookangry—orkiall.Therewasnosignthattheyhadseeravellers.

Then—hizz—someheavyobjectcamehurtlingthroughtheair，andwithacrashabigboulderfellabouttwentypacesaheadofthem.Ahud!—ayfeetbehind.

&heyaimingatus?”

askedScrubb.

“No，”

saidPuddleglum.“We'dbeagooddealsaferiftheywere.They&#tohitthat—thatovertheretht.Theywon'thitit，youknow.It'ssafeenough;they'resuchverybadshots.Theyplaycock-shiesmostfinems.Abouttheohey'reoughtouand.”

Itwasahorribletime.Thereseemedhelis，andtheyneverceasedhurlingstones，someofwhichfellextremelyclose.Quiteapartfrer，theverysightandsoundoftheirfadvhtose.Jilltriednottolookatthem.

&weesthegialyhadaquarrel.Thisputahecock-shies，butitisobewithinamileiaormedaoherinlong，meaninglesswordsofabouttwentysyllableseach.Theyfoamedandgibberedaheirrage，andeachjumpshooktheearthlikeabomb.Theylammedeachotherohgreat，ers;buttheirskullsweresohardthatthehammersbouncedoffagaihemonsterwhohadgiventheblowwoulddrophishammerandhowlwithpaihadstunghisfiheidthathewoulddoexactlythesamethingamihiswasagoodthinginthelongrun，forbytheendofanhourallthegiathattheysatdowotheysatdown，theirheadswerebelowtheedgee，sothatyousawthemJillcouldhearthemhowlingandblubberingandboo-booibabieseveheplacewasamilebehind.

Thatnighttheybivouathebaremoor，andPuddleglumshowedthehowtomakethebestoftheirblasbysleepingbacktoback.（Thebackskeepeaandyouhavebothblaop.）Butitwaschillyevenso，andthegroundy.TheMarsh-wiggletoldthemtheywouldfeelmorefortableifohowverymuchcolderitwouldbelateronah;butthisdidn'tcheerthemupatall.

&ravelledacrossEttinsmoorformanydays，savingthebadlivihemoor-fowl（theywerenot，ofcourse，talkingbirds）whichEustadthewiggleshot.Jillrathereacefabletoshoot;hehadlearonhisvoyagewithKing.Asthereweretlessstreamsoheywereofwater.Jillthoughtthatwhen，inbooks，peopleliveo，itellsyouwhatalong，smelly，messyjobitispludgdeadbirds，andhowakesyers.Butthegreatthingwasthattheymethardlyanygiasawthem，butheohlaughterandstumpedawayabouthisownbusiness.

Aboutthetenthday，theyreachedaplacewherethetryged.Theycameteofthemoorandlookeddownalong，steepslopeintoadifferent，andgrimmer，laomoftheslopewerecliffs:beyoryofhighmountains，darkprecipiyvalleys，ravinessodeepandnarrowthatoneotseefarintothem，apouredoutofeggestopluoblackdepths.osay，ituddleglumwhopoiasprinklingofsnowoslopes.

“Butthere'llbemoreohsideofthem，Ishouldn'twonder，”