Now Luew she had en something just like that happen somewhere el—if only she could remember where. She held her hand to her head and screwed up her fad put out her tongue in the effort to remember. At last she did. Of cour！ It was like what you saw from a train on a bright sunny day. You saw the black shadow of your own coach running along the fields at the same pace as the train. Then you went into a cutting; and immediately the same shadow flicked clo up to you and got big, rag along the grass of the cutting-bank. Then you came out of the cutting and—flick！—once more the black shadow had gone back to its normal size and was running along the fields.
“It’s our shadow！-the shadow of the Dawn Treader,” said Lucy. “Our shadow running along otom of the a. That time when it got bigger it went over a hill. But in that ca the water must be clearer than I thought！ Good gracious, I must be eing the bottom of the a; fathoms and fathoms down.”
As soon as she had said this she realized that the great silvery expan which she had been eing （without notig） for some time was really the sand on the a-bed and that ail sorts of darker hter patches were not lights and shadows on the surface but real things otom. At prent, for instahey were passing over a mass of soft purply green with a broad, winding strip of pale gray in the middle of it. But now that she k was otom she saw it much better. She could e that bits of the dark stuff were much higher than other bits and were wavily. “Just like trees in a wind,” said Lucy. “And do believe that’s what they are. It’s a submarine forest.”
Now Luew she had en something just like that happen somewhere el—if only she could remember where. She held her hand to her head and screwed up her fad put out her tongue in the effort to remember. At last she did. Of cour！ It was like what you saw from a train on a bright sunny day. You saw the black shadow of your own coach running along the fields at the same pace as the train. Then you went into a cutting; and immediately the same shadow flicked clo up to you and got big, rag along the grass of the cutting-bank. Then you came out of the cutting and—flick！—once more the black shadow had gone back to its normal size and was running along the fields.
“It’s our shadow！-the shadow of the Dawn Treader,” said Lucy. “Our shadow running along otom of the a. That time when it got bigger it went over a hill. But in that ca the water must be clearer than I thought！ Good gracious, I must be eing the bottom of the a; fathoms and fathoms down.”
As soon as she had said this she realized that the great silvery expan which she had been eing （without notig） for some time was really the sand on the a-bed and that ail sorts of darker hter patches were not lights and shadows on the surface but real things otom. At prent, for instahey were passing over a mass of soft purply green with a broad, winding strip of pale gray in the middle of it. But now that she k was otom she saw it much better. She could e that bits of the dark stuff were much higher than other bits and were wavily. “Just like trees in a wind,” said Lucy. “And do believe that’s what they are. It’s a submarine forest.”