I dont care, said the Rat, doggedly. Im not coming, and thats flat. And I am going to stick to my old river, and live in a hole, and boat, as Ive always done. And whats more, Moles going to stick to me and do as I do, arent you, Mole?
Of course I am, said the Mole, loyally. Ill always stick to you, Rat, and what you say is to be has got to be. All the same, it sounds as if it might have been well, rather fun, you know! he added, wistfully. Poor Mole! The Life Adventurous was so new a thing to him, and so thrilling; and this fresh aspect of it was so tempting; and he had fallen in love at first sight with the canary-coloured cart and all its little fitments.
The Rat saw what was passing in his mind, and wavered. He hated disappointing people, and he was fond of the Mole, and would do almost anything to oblige him. Toad was watching both of them closely.
Come along in, and have some lunch, he said, diplomatically, and well talk it over. We neednt decide anything in a hurry. Of course, I dont really care. I only want to give pleasure to you fellows. Live for others! Thats my motto in life.
During luncheon which was excellent, of course, as everything at Toad Hall always was the Toad simply let himself go. Disregarding the Rat, he proceeded to play upon the inexperienced Mole as on a harp. Naturally a voluble animal, and always mastered by his imagination, he painted the prospects of the trip and the joys of the open life and the roadside in such glowing colours that the Mole could hardly sit in his chair for excitement. Somehow, it soon seemed taken for granted by all three of them that the trip was a settled thing; and the Rat, though still unconvinced in his mind, allowed his good-nature to over-ride his personal objections. He could not bear to disappoint his two friends, who were already deep in schemes and anticipations, planning out each days separate occupation for several weeks ahead.
When they were quite ready, the now triumphant Toad led his companions to the paddock and set them to capture the old grey horse, who, without having been consulted, and to his own extreme annoyance, had been told off by Toad for the dustiest job in this dusty expedition. He frankly preferred the paddock, and took a deal of catching. Meantime Toad packed the lockers still tighter with necessaries, and hung nosebags, nets of onions, bundles of hay, and baskets from the bottom of the cart. At last the horse was caught and harnessed, and they set off, all talking at once, each animal either trudging by the side of the cart or sitting on the shaft, as the humour took him. It was a golden afternoon. The smell of the dust they kicked up was rich and satisfying; out of thick orchards on either side the road, birds called and whistled to them cheerily; good-natured wayfarers, passing them, gave them Good-day, or stopped to say nice things about their beautiful cart; and rabbits, sitting at their front doors in the hedgerows, held up their fore-paws, and said, O my! O my! O my!
Late in the evening, tired and happy and miles from home, they drew up on a remote common far from habitations, turned the horse loose to graze, and ate their simple supper sitting on the grass by the side of the cart. Toad talked big about all he was going to do in the days to come, while stars grew fuller and larger all around them, and a yellow moon, appearing suddenly and silently from nowhere in particular, came to keep them company and listen to their talk. At last they turned in to their little bunks in the cart; and Toad, kicking out his legs, sleepily said, Well, good night, you fellows! This is the real life for a gentleman! Talk about your old river!
I dont talk about my river, replied the patient Rat. You know I dont, Toad. But I think about it, he added pathetically, in a lower tone: I think about it all the time!
The Mole reached out from under his blanket, felt for the Rats paw in the darkness, and gave it a squeeze. Ill do whatever you like, Ratty, he whispered. Shall we run away to-morrow morning, quite early very early and go back to our dear old hole on the river?
No, no, well see it out, whispered back the Rat. Thanks awfully, but I ought to stick by Toad till this trip is ended. It wouldnt be safe for him to be left to himself. It wont take very long. His fads never do. Good night!
The end was indeed nearer than even the Rat suspected.
After so much open air and excitement the Toad slept very soundly, and no amount of shaking could rouse him out of bed next morning. So the Mole and Rat turned to, quietly and manfully, and while the Rat saw to the horse, and lit a fire, and cleaned last nights cups and platters, and got things ready for breakfast, the Mole trudged off to the nearest village, a long way off, for milk and eggs and various necessaries the Toad had, of course, forgotten to provide. The hard work had all been done, and the two animals were resting, thoroughly exhausted, by the time Toad appeared on the scene, fresh and gay, remarking what a pleasant easy life it was they were all leading now, after the cares and worries and fatigues of housekeeping at home.
They had a pleasant ramble that day over grassy downs and along narrow by-lanes, and camped as before, on a common, only this time the two guests took care that Toad should do his fair share of work. In consequence, when the time came for starting next morning, Toad was by no means so rapturous about the simplicity of the primitive life, and indeed attempted to resume his place in his bunk, whence he was hauled by force. Their way lay, as before, across country by narrow lanes, and it was not till the afternoon that they came out on the high-road, their first high-road; and there disaster, fleet and unforeseen, sprang out on them disaster momentous indeed to their expedition, but simply overwhelming in its effect on the after-career of Toad.
They were strolling along the high-road easily, the Mole by the horses head, talking to him, since the horse had complained that he was being frightfully left out of it, and nobody considered him in the least; the Toad and the Water Rat walking behind the cart talking together at least Toad was talking, and Rat was saying at intervals, Yes, precisely; and what did you say to him? and thinking all the time of something very different, when far behind them they heard a faint warning hum; like the drone of a distant bee. Glancing back, they saw a small cloud of dust, with a dark centre of energy, advancing on them at incredible speed, while from out the dust a faint Poop-poop! wailed like an uneasy animal in pain. Hardly regarding it, they turned to resume their conversation, when in an instant (as it seemed) the peaceful scene was changed, and with a blast of wind and a whirl of sound that made them jump for the nearest ditch, It was on them! The Poop-poop rang with a brazen shout in their ears, they had a moments glimpse of an interior of glittering plate-glass and rich morocco, and the magnificent motor-car, immense, breath-snatching, passionate, with its pilot tense and hugging his wheel, possessed all earth and air for the fraction of a second, flung an enveloping cloud of dust that blinded and enwrapped them utterly, and then dwindled to a speck in the far distance, changed back into a droning bee once more.
The old grey horse, dreaming, as he plodded along, of his quiet paddock, in a new raw situation such as this simply abandoned himself to his natural emotions. Rearing, plunging, backing steadily, in spite of all the Moles efforts at his head, and all the Moles lively language directed at his better feelings, he drove the cart backwards towards the deep ditch at the side of the road. It wavered an instant then there was a heartrending crash and the canary-coloured cart, their pride and their joy, lay on its side in the ditch, an irredeemable wreck.
The Rat danced up and down in the road, simply transported with passion. You villains! he shouted, shaking both fists, You scoundrels, you highwaymen, you you roadhogs! Ill have the law of you! Ill report you! Ill take you through all the Courts! His home-sickness had quite slipped away from him, and for the moment he was the skipper of the canary-coloured vessel driven on a shoal by the reckless jockeying of rival mariners, and he was trying to recollect all the fine and biting things he used to say to masters of steam-launches when their wash, as they drove too near the bank, used to flood his parlour-carpet at home.
Toad sat straight down in the middle of the dusty road, his legs stretched out before him, and stared fixedly in the direction of the disappearing motor-car. He breathed short, his face wore a placid satisfied expression, and at intervals he faintly murmured Poop-poop!
The Mole was busy trying to quiet the horse, which he succeeded in doing after a time. Then he went to look at the cart, on its side in the ditch. It was indeed a sorry sight. Panels and windows smashed, axles hopelessly bent, one wheel off, sardine-tins scattered over the wide world, and the bird in the bird-cage sobbing pitifully and calling to be let out.
The Rat came to help him, but their united efforts were not sufficient to right the cart. Hi! Toad! they cried. Come and bear a hand, cant you!
The Toad never answered a word, or budged from his seat in the road; so they went to see what was the matter with him. They found him in a sort of a trance, a happy smile on his face, his eyes still fixed on the dusty wake of their destroyer. At intervals he was still heard to murmur Poop-poop!
The Rat shook him by the shoulder. Are you coming to help us, Toad? he demanded sternly.
Glorious, stirring sight! murmured Toad, never offering to move. The poetry of motion! The real way to travel! The only way to travel! Here to-day in next week to-morrow! Villages skipped, towns and cities jumped always somebody elses horizon! O bliss! O poop-poop! O my! O my!
O stop being an ass, Toad! cried the Mole despairingly.
And to think I never knew! went on the Toad in a dreamy monotone. All those wasted years that lie behind me, I never knew, never even dreamt! But now but now that I know, now that I fully realise! O what a flowery track lies spread before me, henceforth! What dust-clouds shall spring up behind me as I speed on my reckless way! What carts I shall fling carelessly into the ditch in the wake of my magnificent onset! Horrid little carts common carts canary-coloured carts!
What are we to do with him? asked the Mole of the Water Rat.
Nothing at all, replied the Rat firmly. Because there is really nothing to be done. You see, I know him from of old. He is now possessed. He has got a new craze, and it always takes him that way, in its first stage. Hell continue like that for days now, like an animal walking in a happy dream, quite useless for all practical purposes. Never mind him. Lets go and see what there is to be done about the cart.
A careful inspection showed them that, even if they succeeded in righting it by themselves, the cart would travel no longer. The axles were in a hopeless state, and the missing wheel was shattered into pieces.
The Rat knotted the horses reins over his back and took him by the head, carrying the bird cage and its hysterical occupant in the other hand. Come on! he said grimly to the Mole. Its five or six miles to the nearest town, and we shall just have to walk it. The sooner we make a start the better.
But what about Toad? asked the Mole anxiously, as they set off together. We cant leave him here, sitting in the middle of the road by himself, in the distracted state hes in! Its not safe. Supposing another Thing were to come along?
O, bother Toad, said the Rat savagely; Ive done with him!
They had not proceeded very far on their way, however, when there was a pattering of feet behind them, and Toad caught them up and thrust a paw inside the elbow of each of them; still breathing short and staring into vacancy.
Now, look here, Toad! said the Rat sharply: as soon as we get to the town, youll have to go straight to the police-station, and see if they know anything about that motor-car and who it belongs to, and lodge a complaint against it. And then youll have to go to a blacksmiths or a wheelwrights and arrange for the cart to be fetched and mended and put to rights. Itll take time, but its not quite a hopeless smash. Meanwhile, the Mole and I will go to an inn and find comfortable rooms where we can stay till the carts ready, and till your nerves have recovered their shock.
Police-station! Complaint! murmured Toad dreamily. Me complain of that beautiful, that heavenly vision that has been vouchsafed me! Mend the cart! Ive done with carts for ever. I never want to see the cart, or to hear of it, again. O, Ratty! You cant think how obliged I am to you for consenting to come on this trip! I wouldnt have gone without you, and then I might never have seen that that swan, that sunbeam, that thunderbolt! I might never have heard that entrancing sound, or smelt that bewitching smell! I owe it all to you, my best of friends!
The Rat turned from him in despair. You see what it is? he said to the Mole, addressing him across Toads head: Hes quite hopeless. I give it up when we get to the town well go to the railway station, and with luck we may pick up a train there thatll get us back to riverbank to-night. And if ever you catch me going a-pleasuring with this provoking animal again! He snorted, and during the rest of that weary trudge addressed his remarks exclusively to Mole.
On reaching the town they went straight to the station and deposited Toad in the second-class waiting-room, giving a porter twopence to keep a strict eye on him. They then left the horse at an inn stable, and gave what directions they could about the cart and its contents. Eventually, a slow train having landed them at a station not very far from Toad Hall, they escorted the spell-bound, sleep-walking Toad to his door, put him inside it, and instructed his housekeeper to feed him, undress him, and put him to bed. Then they got out their boat from the boat-house, sculled down the river home, and at a very late hour sat down to supper in their own cosy riverside parlour, to the Rats great joy and contentment.
The following evening the Mole, who had risen late and taken things very easy all day, was sitting on the bank fishing, when the Rat, who had been looking up his friends and gossiping, came strolling along to find him. Heard the news? he said. Theres nothing else being talked about, all along the river bank. Toad went up to Town by an early train this morning. And he has ordered a large and very expensive motor-car.
III
The Wild Wood
The Mole had long wanted to make the acquaintance of the Badger. He seemed, by all accounts, to be such an important personage and, though rarely visible, to make his unseen influence felt by everybody about the place. But whenever the Mole mentioned his wish to the Water Rat he always found himself put off. Its all right, the Rat would say. Badgerll turn up some day or other hes always turning up and then Ill introduce you. The best of fellows! But you must not only take him as you find him, but when you find him.
Couldnt you ask him here dinner or something? said the Mole.
He wouldnt come, replied the Rat simply. Badger hates Society, and invitations, and dinner, and all that sort of thing.
Well, then, supposing we go and call on him? suggested the Mole.
O, Im sure he wouldnt like that at all, said the Rat, quite alarmed. Hes so very shy, hed be sure to be offended. Ive never even ventured to call on him at his own home myself, though I know him so well. Besides, we cant. Its quite out of the question, because he lives in the very middle of the Wild Wood.