The first thing he realized whe outside and found the snow falling all round him, was that he had left his coat behind in the Beavers’hou.And of cour there was no ce of going back to get it now.The hing he realized was that the daylight was almost gone, for it had been nearly three o’clock when they sat down to dinner and the winter days were short.He hadn’t reed on this; but he had to make the best of it.So he turned up his collar and shuffled across the top of the dam（luckily it wasn’t so slippery sihe snow had fallen）to the far side of the river.
It retty bad when he reached the far side.It was growing darker every minute and what with that and the snowflakes swirling all round him he could hardly e three feet ahead.And then too there was no road.He kept slipping into deep drifts of snow, and skidding on frozen puddles, and tripping over fallerunks, and sliding down steep banks, and barking his shins against rocks, till he was wet and cold and bruid all over.The silend the loneliness were dreadful.In fact I really think he might have given up the whole plan and gone bad owned up and made friends with the others, if he hadn’t happeo say to himlf.“When I’m King of Narnia the first thing I shall do will be to make some det roads.”And of cour that t him off thinking about being a King and all the other things he would do and this cheered him up a good deal.The weather ged.First the snow stopped.Then a wind sprang up and it became freezing cold.Finally, the clouds rolled away and the moon came out.It was a full moon and, shining on all that snow, it made everything almost as bright as day—only the shadows were rather fusing.
The first thing he realized whe outside and found the snow falling all round him, was that he had left his coat behind in the Beavers’hou.And of cour there was no ce of going back to get it now.The hing he realized was that the daylight was almost gone, for it had been nearly three o’clock when they sat down to dinner and the winter days were short.He hadn’t reed on this; but he had to make the best of it.So he turned up his collar and shuffled across the top of the dam（luckily it wasn’t so slippery sihe snow had fallen）to the far side of the river.
It retty bad when he reached the far side.It was growing darker every minute and what with that and the snowflakes swirling all round him he could hardly e three feet ahead.And then too there was no road.He kept slipping into deep drifts of snow, and skidding on frozen puddles, and tripping over fallerunks, and sliding down steep banks, and barking his shins against rocks, till he was wet and cold and bruid all over.The silend the loneliness were dreadful.In fact I really think he might have given up the whole plan and gone bad owned up and made friends with the others, if he hadn’t happeo say to himlf.“When I’m King of Narnia the first thing I shall do will be to make some det roads.”And of cour that t him off thinking about being a King and all the other things he would do and this cheered him up a good deal.The weather ged.First the snow stopped.Then a wind sprang up and it became freezing cold.Finally, the clouds rolled away and the moon came out.It was a full moon and, shining on all that snow, it made everything almost as bright as day—only the shadows were rather fusing.