All three went to bed early in the wigwam. This time the children really had a rather bad night. That was because Puddleglum， after saying， “You’d better try for some sleep， you two； not that I suppose any of us will close an eye tonight，” instantly went off into such a loud， continuous snore that， when Jill at last got to sleep， she dreamed all night about road.drills and waterfalls and being in express trains in tunnels.
The Wild Waste Lands Of The North
At about nine o‘clock next morning three lonely figures ight have been seen picking their way across the Shribble y the shoals and stepping.stones. It was a shallow， noisy ream， and even Jill was not wet above her knees when hey reached the northern bank. About fifty yards ahead， he land rose up to the beginning of the moor， everywhere eeply， and often in cliffs.
“I suppose that’s our way！” said Scrubb， pointing left nd west to where a stream flowed down from the moor hrough a shallow gorge. But the Marsh.wiggle shook his ead.
“The giants mainly live along the side of that gorge，” he aid. “You might say the gorge was like a street to them. e‘ll do better straight ahead， even though it’s a bit steep.”
