They may have been wi to stick to the Rush instead of going along the top. It kept them sure of their dire, and ever sihe fir wood they had all been afraid of being forced too far out of their cour and losing themlves in the wood. It was an old and pathless forest, and you could not keep anything like a straight cour in it. Patches of hopeless brambles, fallen trees, boggy places and den undergrowth would be always getting in your way. But the ge of the Rush was not at all a nice place for traveliher. I mean, it was not a nice place for people in a hurry. For an afternoon’s ramble ending in a piic tea it would have been delightful. It had everything you could want on an occasion of that sort—rrumbling waterfalls, silver cascades, deep, amber-colored pools, mossy rocks, and deep moss on the banks in which you could sink over your ankles, every kind of fern, jewel-like dragon flies, sometimes a hawk overhead and once （Peter and Trumpkin both thought） an eagle. But of cour what the children and the Dwarf wao e as soon as possible was the Great River below them, and Beruna, and the way to Aslan’s How.
They may have been wi to stick to the Rush instead of going along the top. It kept them sure of their dire, and ever sihe fir wood they had all been afraid of being forced too far out of their cour and losing themlves in the wood. It was an old and pathless forest, and you could not keep anything like a straight cour in it. Patches of hopeless brambles, fallen trees, boggy places and den undergrowth would be always getting in your way. But the ge of the Rush was not at all a nice place for traveliher. I mean, it was not a nice place for people in a hurry. For an afternoon’s ramble ending in a piic tea it would have been delightful. It had everything you could want on an occasion of that sort—rrumbling waterfalls, silver cascades, deep, amber-colored pools, mossy rocks, and deep moss on the banks in which you could sink over your ankles, every kind of fern, jewel-like dragon flies, sometimes a hawk overhead and once （Peter and Trumpkin both thought） an eagle. But of cour what the children and the Dwarf wao e as soon as possible was the Great River below them, and Beruna, and the way to Aslan’s How.
As they went on, the Rush began to fall more and more steeply. Their journey became more and more of a climb and less and less of a walk—in places even a dangerous climb over slippery rock with a nasty drop into dark chasms, and the river r angrily at the bottom.