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The Piper at the Gates of Dawn
ButMolestoodstillamoment,heldinthought.Asonewakenedsuddenlyfromabeautifuldream,whostrugglestorecallit,andcanrecapturenothingbutadimsenseofthebeautyofit,thebeauty!Tillthat,too,fadesawayinitsturn,andthedreamerbitterlyacceptsthehard,coldwakingandallitspenalties;soMole,afterstrugglingwithhismemoryforabriefspace,shookhisheadsadlyandfollowedtheRat.
Portlywokeupwithajoyoussqueak,andwriggledwithpleasureatthesightofhisfather’sfriends,whohadplayedwithhimsoofteninpastdays.Inamoment,however,hisfacegrewblank,andhefelltohuntingroundinacirclewithpleadingwhine.Asachildthathasfallenhappilyasleepinitsnurse’sarms,andwakestofinditselfaloneandlaidinastrangeplace,andsearchescornersandcupboards,andrunsfromroomtoroom,despairgrowingsilentlyinitsheart,evensoPortlysearchedtheislandandsearched,doggedandunwearying,tillatlasttheblackmomentcameforgivingitup,andsittingdownandcryingbitterly.
TheMoleranquicklytocomfortthelittleanimal;butRat,lingering,lookedlonganddoubtfullyatcertainhoof-marksdeepinthesward.
"Some—great—animal—hasbeenhere,"hemurmuredslowlyandthoughtfully;andstoodmusing,musing;hismindstrangelystirred.
"Comealong,Rat!"calledtheMole.
