They had left the course 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 Stone Table. Even if this had not been their way they couldn‘t have kept to the river valley once the thaw began， for with all that melting snow the river was soon in flood.a wonderful， roaring， 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 nice under their tired feet） in a place where only tall trees grew， very wide apart. The climb， coming at the end of the long day， made them all pant and blow. And just as Lucy was wondering whether she could really get to the top without another long rest， suddenly they were at the top. And this is what they saw.
