They had left the cour of the big river some time ago; for one had to turn a little to the right（that meant a little to the south）to reach the place of the Stoable.Even if this had not been their way they couldn’t have kept to the river valley ohe thaw began, for with all that melting snow the river was soon in flood—a wonderful, r, thundering yellow flood—and their path would have been under water.
And now the sun got low and the light got redder and the shadows got longer and the flowers began to think about closing.
“Not long now,”said Mr.Beaver, and began leading them uphill across some very deep, springy moss（it felt nider their tired feet）in a place where only tall trees grew, very wide apart.The climb, ing at the end of the long day, made them all pant and blow.And just as Lucy was w whether she could really get to the top without another lo, suddenly they were at the top.And this is what they saw.
They were on a green open space from which you could look down on the forest spreading as far as one could e in every dire—except right ahead.There, far to the East, was something twinkling and moving.“By gum！”whispered Peter to Susan.“the a！”In the very middle of this open hilltop was the Stoable.It was a great grim slab of grey stone supported on four upright sto looked very old; and it was cut all over with strange lines and figures that might be the letters of an unknown language.They gave you a curious feeling when you looked at them.The hing they saw avilion pitched on one side of the open place.A wonderful pavilion it was—and especially now when the light of the tting sun fell upon it—with sides of what looked like yellow silk and cords of crimson apegs of ivory; and high above it on a pole a banner which bore a red rampant lion fluttering in the breeze which was blowing in their faces from the far-off a.While they were looking at this they heard a sound of musi their right; and turning in that dire they saw what they had e to e.
They had left the cour of the big river some time ago; for one had to turn a little to the right（that meant a little to the south）to reach the place of the Stoable.Even if this had not been their way they couldn’t have kept to the river valley ohe thaw began, for with all that melting snow the river was soon in flood—a wonderful, r, thundering yellow flood—and their path would have been under water.
And now the sun got low and the light got redder and the shadows got longer and the flowers began to think about closing.
“Not long now,”said Mr.Beaver, and began leading them uphill across some very deep, springy moss（it felt nider their tired feet）in a place where only tall trees grew, very wide apart.The climb, ing at the end of the long day, made them all pant and blow.And just as Lucy was w whether she could really get to the top without another lo, suddenly they were at the top.And this is what they saw.