Fighting her way forward with hood up and head down nd numb hands inside her cloak， Jill had glimpses of other dd things on that horrible tableland.things on her right hat looked vaguely like factory chimneys， and， on her left， huge cliff， straighter than any cliff ought to be. But she asn’t at all interested and didn‘t give them a thought. The nly things she thought about were her cold hands （and ose and chin and ears） and hot baths and beds at Harfang. Suddenly she skidded， slid about five feet， and found erself to her horror sliding down into a dark， narrow hasm which seemed that moment to have appearedfront of her. Half a second later she had reached the ottom. She appeared to be in a kind of trench or groove， nly about three feet wide. And though she was shaken by he fall， almost the first thing she noticed was the relief of eing out of the wind； for the walls of the trench rose high bove her. The next thing she noticed was， naturally， theanxious faces of Scrubb and Puddleglum looking down at her from the edge.
“Are you hurt， Pole？” shouted Scrubb.
“Both legs broken， I shouldn’t wonder，” shouted Puddleglum.
Jill stood up and explained that she was all right， butthey‘d have to help her out.
