“I e,” said Shasta to himlf. “Tho are the big mountaiween Arland and Narnia. I was oher side of them yesterday. I must have e through the pass in the night. What luck that I hit it！—at least it wasn’t luck at all really, it was Him. And now I’m in Narnia.”
He turned and unsaddled his hor and took off its bridle — “Though you are a perfectly horrid hor,” he said. It took no notice of this remark and immediately begaing grass. That hor had a very low opinion of Shasta.
“I wish I could eat grass！” thought Shasta. “It’s no good going back to Anvard, it’ll all be besieged. I’d better get lower down into the valley and e if I get anything to eat.”
So he went on downhill （the thick dew was cruelly cold to his bare feet） till he came into a wood. There was a kind of track running through it and he had not followed this for many minutes when he heard a thid rather wheezy voice saying to him.
“Good m, neighbour.”
Shasta looked round eagerly to find the speaker and prently saw a small, prickly person with a dark face who had just e out from among the trees. At least, it was small for a person but very big indeed for a hedgehog, which was what it was.
“I e,” said Shasta to himlf. “Tho are the big mountaiween Arland and Narnia. I was oher side of them yesterday. I must have e through the pass in the night. What luck that I hit it！—at least it wasn’t luck at all really, it was Him. And now I’m in Narnia.”
He turned and unsaddled his hor and took off its bridle — “Though you are a perfectly horrid hor,” he said. It took no notice of this remark and immediately begaing grass. That hor had a very low opinion of Shasta.
“I wish I could eat grass！” thought Shasta. “It’s no good going back to Anvard, it’ll all be besieged. I’d better get lower down into the valley and e if I get anything to eat.”
So he went on downhill （the thick dew was cruelly cold to his bare feet） till he came into a wood. There was a kind of track running through it and he had not followed this for many minutes when he heard a thid rather wheezy voice saying to him.
“Good m, neighbour.”
Shasta looked round eagerly to find the speaker and prently saw a small, prickly person with a dark face who had just e out from among the trees. At least, it was small for a person but very big indeed for a hedgehog, which was what it was.