The Wind in the Willows. Kenneth Grahame

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       Kenneth Grahame

      The Wind in the Willows

      Published by Good Press, 2019

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      EAN 4057664146502

Table of Contents

       ILLUSTRATIONS

       I

       THE RIVER BANK

       II

       THE OPEN ROAD

       III

       THE WILD WOOD

       IV

       MR. BADGER

       V

       DULCE DOMUM

       VI

       MR. TOAD

       VII

       THE PIPER AT THE GATES OF DAWN

       VIII

       TOAD'S ADVENTURES

       IX

       WAYFARERS ALL

       X

       THE FURTHER ADVENTURES OF TOAD

       XI

       "LIKE SUMMER TEMPESTS CAME HIS TEARS"

       XII

       THE RETURN OF ULYSSES

ILLUSTRATIONS

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The Piper at the Gates of Dawn	Frontispiece
Facing Page
It was the Water Rat	8
"Come on!" he said. "We shall just have to walk it"	50
In panic, he began to run	64
Through the Wild Wood and the snow	94
Toad was a helpless prisoner in the remotest dungeon	164
He lay prostrate in his misery on the floor	196
"It's a hard life, by all accounts," murmured the Rat	240
Dwelling chiefly on his own cleverness, and presence of mind in emergencies	292
The Badger said, "Now then, follow me!"	326

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THE RIVER BANK

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      THE Mole had been working very hard all the morning, spring-cleaning his little home. First with brooms, then with dusters; then on ladders and steps and chairs, with a brush and a pail of whitewash; till he had dust in his throat and eyes, and splashes of whitewash all over his black fur, and an aching back and weary arms. Spring was moving in the air above and in the earth below and around him, penetrating even his dark and lowly little house with its spirit of divine discontent and longing. It was small wonder, then, that he suddenly flung down his brush on the floor, said, "Bother!" and "O blow!" and also "Hang spring-cleaning!" and bolted out of the house without even waiting to put on his coat. Something up above was calling him imperiously, and he made for the steep little tunnel which answered in his case to the gravelled carriage-drive owned by animals whose residences are nearer to the sun and air. So he scraped and scratched and scrabbled and scrooged, and then he scrooged again and scrabbled and scratched and scraped, working busily with his little paws and muttering to himself, "Up we go! Up we go!" till at last, pop! his snout came out into the sunlight and he found himself rolling in the warm grass of a great meadow.

      "This is fine!" he said to himself. "This is better than whitewashing!" The sunshine struck hot on his fur, soft breezes caressed his heated brow, and after the seclusion of the cellarage he had lived in so long the carol of happy birds fell on his dulled hearing almost like a shout. Jumping off all his four legs at once, in the joy of living and the delight of spring without its cleaning, he pursued his way across the meadow till he reached the hedge on the further side.

      "Hold up!" said an elderly rabbit at the gap. "Sixpence for the privilege of passing by the