Dance all night till the broad daylight,Go home with the girls in the morning.
Hey, ho, boatman row,Sailing down the river on the Ohio.
American Folk SongOn almost any other river, Blackberry's plan would not have worked. The puntwould not have left the bank or, if it had, would have run aground or been fouledby weeds or some other obstruction1. But here, on the Test, there were nosubmerged branches and no gravel2 spits or beds of weed above the surface at all.
From bank to bank the current, regular and unvaried, flowed as fast as a manstrolling. The punt slipped downstream smoothly3, without any alteration4 of thespeed which it had gained within a few yards of leaving the bank.
Most of the rabbits had very little idea of what was happening. The Efrafandoes had never seen a river and it would certainly have been beyond Pipkin orHawkbit to explain to them that they were on a boat. They -- and nearly all theothers -- had simply trusted Hazel and done as they were told. But all -- bucksand does alike -- realized that Woundwort and his followers6 had vanished.
Wearied by all they had gone through, the sodden7 rabbits crouched8 withouttalking, incapable9 of any feeling but a dull relief and without even the energy towonder what was going to happen next.
That they should feel any relief -- dull or otherwise -- was remarkable10 in thecircumstances and showed both how little they understood their situation andhow much fear Woundwort could inspire, for their escape from him seemed to betheir only good fortune. The rain was still falling. Already so wet that they nolonger felt it, they were nevertheless shivering with cold and weighted with theirdrenched fur. The punt was holding over half an inch of rainwater. There was onesmall, slatted floorboard and this was floating. Some of the rabbits, in the firstconfusion of boarding the punt, had found themselves in this water, but now allhad got clear of it -- most either to bows or stern, though Thethuthinnang andSpeedwell were hunched11 on the narrow thwart12, amidships. In addition to theirdiscomfort, they were exposed and helpless. Finally, there was no way ofcontrolling the punt and they did not know where they were going. But these lastwere troubles beyond the understanding of everyone but Hazel, Fiver andBlackberry.
Bigwig had collapsed14 beside Hazel and lay on his side, exhausted15. The feverishcourage which had brought him from Efrafa to the river had gone and hiswounded shoulder had begun to hurt badly. In spite of the rain and the throbbingpulse down his foreleg, he felt ready to sleep where he was, stretched upon theplanking. He opened his eyes and looked up at Hazel.
"I couldn't do it again, Hazel-rah," he said.
"You haven't got to," replied Hazel.
"It was touch and go, you know," said Bigwig. "A chance in a thousand.""Our children's children will hear a good story," answered Hazel, quoting arabbit proverb. "How did you get that wound? It's a nasty one.""I fought a member of the Council police," said Bigwig.
"A what?" The term "Owslafa" was unknown to Hazel.
"A dirty little beast like Hufsa," said Bigwig.
"Did you beat him?""Oh, yes -- or I shouldn't be here. I should think he'll stop running. I say,Hazel-rah, we've got the does. What's going to happen now?""I don't know," said Hazel. "We need one of these clever rabbits to tell us. AndKehaar -- where's he gone? He's supposed to know about this thing we're sittingon."Dandelion, crouching16 beside Hazel, got up at the mention of "clever rabbits,"made his way across the puddled floor and returned with Blackberry and Fiver.
"We're all wondering what to do next," said Hazel.
"Well," said Blackberry, "I suppose we shall drift into the bank before long andthen we can get out and find cover. There's no harm, though, in going a good longway from those friends of Bigwig's.""There is," said Hazel. "We're stuck here in full view and we can't run. If a mansees us we're in trouble.""Men don't like rain," said Blackberry. "Neither do I, if it comes to that, but itmakes us safer just now."At this moment Hyzenthlay, sitting just behind him, started and looked up.
"Excuse me, sir, for interrupting you," she said, as though speaking to anofficer in Efrafa, "but the bird -- the white bird -- it's coming toward us."Kehaar came flying up the river through the rain and alighted on the narrowside of the punt. The does nearest to him backed away nervously17.
"Meester 'Azel," he said, "pridge come. You see 'im pridge?"It had not occurred to any of the rabbits that they were floating beside the pathup which they had come earlier that evening before the storm broke. They wereon the opposite side of the hedge of plants along the bank and the whole riverlooked different. But now they saw, not far ahead, the bridge which they hadcrossed when they first came to the Test four nights before. This they recognizedat once, for it looked the same as it had from the bank.
"Maybe you go under 'im, maybe not," said Kehaar. "But you sit dere, eestrouble."The bridge stretched from bank to bank between two low abutments. It wasnot arched. Its underside, made of iron girders, was perfectly18 straight -- parallelwith the surface and about eight inches above it. Just in time Hazel saw whatKehaar meant. If the punt did pass under the bridge without sticking, it would doso by no more than a claw's breadth. Any creature above the level of the sideswould be struck and perhaps knocked into the river. He scuttered through thewarm bilgewater to the other end and pushed his way up among the wet, crowdedrabbits.
"Get down in the bottom! Get down in the bottom!" he said. "Silver, Hawkbit --all of you. Never mind the water. You, and you -- what's your name? Oh,Blackavar, is it? -- get everyone into the bottom. Be quick."Like Bigwig, he found that the Efrafan rabbits obeyed him at once. He sawKehaar fly up from his perch19 and disappear over the wooden rails. The concreteabutments projected from each bank, so that the narrowed river ran slightlyfaster under the bridge. The punt had been drifting broadside on, but now oneend swung forward, so that Hazel lost his bearings and found that he was nolonger looking at the bridge but at the bank. As he hesitated, the bridge seemed tocome at him in a dark mass, like snow sliding from a bough20. He pressed himselfinto the bilge. There was a squeal21 and a rabbit tumbled on top of him. Then aheavy blow vibrated along the length of the punt and its smooth movement waschecked. This was followed by a hollow sound of scraping. It grew dark and a roofappeared, very low above him. For a moment Hazel had the vague idea that hewas underground. Then the roof vanished, the punt was gliding22 on and he heardKehaar calling. They were below the bridge and still drifting downstream.
The rabbit who had fallen on him was Acorn23. He had been struck by the bridgeand the blow had sent him flying. However, though dazed and bruised24, he seemedto have escaped injury.
"I wasn't quick enough, Hazel-rah," he said. "I'd better go to Efrafa for a bit.""You'd be wasted," said Hazel. "But I'm afraid there's someone at the other endwho hasn't been so lucky."One of the does had held back from the bilgewater, and the upstream girderunder the bridge had caught her across the back. It was plain that she wasinjured, but how badly Hazel could not tell. He saw Hyzenthlay beside her and itseemed to him that since there was nothing he could do to help, it would probablybe best to let them alone. He looked round at his bedraggled, shivering comradesand then at Kehaar, spruce and brisk on the stem.
"We ought to get back on the bank, Kehaar," he said. "How can we do it?
Rabbits weren't meant for this, you know.""You not stop poat. But again is nudder pridge more. 'E stop 'im."There was nothing to be done but wait. They drifted on and came to a secondbend, where the river curved westward25. The current did not slacken and the puntcame round the bend almost in the middle of the stream, revolving26 as it did so.
The rabbits had been frightened by what had happened to Acorn and to the doe,and remained squatting27 miserably28, half in and half out of the bilge. Hazel creptback to the raised bow and looked ahead.
The river broadened and the current slackened. He realized that they hadbegun to drift more slowly. The nearer bank was high and the trees stood closeand thick, but on the further bank the ground was low and open. Grassy29, itstretched away, smooth as the mown gallops30 on Watership Down. Hazel hopedthat they might somehow drop out of the current and reach that side, but thepunt moved quietly on, down the very center of the broad pool. The open bankslipped by and now the trees towered on both sides. Downstream, the pool wasclosed by the second bridge, of which Kehaar had spoken.
It was old, built of darkened bricks. Ivy32 trailed over it and the valerian andcreeping mauve toadflax. Well out from either bank stood four low arches --scarcely more than culverts, each filled by the stream to within a foot of the apex33.
Through them, thin segments of daylight showed from the downstream side. Thepiers did not project, but against each lay a little accumulation of flotsam, fromwhich driftweed and sticks continually broke away to be carried through thebridge.
It was plain that the punt would drift against the bridge and be held there. As itapproached, Hazel dropped back into the bilgewater. But this time there was noneed. Broadside on, the punt struck gently against two of the piers34 and stopped,pinned squarely across the mouth of one of the central culverts. It could go nofurther.
They had floated not quite half a mile in just over fifteen minutes.
Hazel put his forepaws on the low side and looked gingerly over upstream.
Immediately below, a shallow ripple35 spread all along the waterline, where thecurrent met the woodwork. It was too far to jump to the shore and both bankswere steep. He turned and looked upward. The brickwork was sheer, with aprojecting course half way between him and the parapet. There was noscrambling up that.
"What's to be done, Blackberry?" he asked, making his way to the bolt fixed36 onthe bow, with its ragged37 remnant of painter. "You got us on this thing. How do weget off?""I don't know, Hazel-rah," replied Blackberry. "Of all the ways we could finishup, I never thought of this. It looks as though we'll have to swim.""Swim?" said Silver. "I don't fancy it, Hazel-rah. I know it's no distance, butlook at those banks. The current would take us down before we could get out: andthat means into one of these holes under the bridge."Hazel tried to look through the arch. There was very little to be seen. The darktunnel was not long -- perhaps not much longer than the punt itself. The waterlooked smooth. There seemed to be no obstructions38 and there was room for thehead of a swimming animal between the surface of the water and the apex of thearch. But the segment was so narrow that it was impossible to see exactly what layon the other side of the bridge. The light was failing. Water, green leaves, movingreflections of leaves, the splashing of the raindrops and some curious thing thatappeared to be standing13 in the water and to be made of vertical39 gray lines -- thesewere all that could be made out. The rain echoed dismally40 up the culvert. Thehard, ringing noise from under the soffit, so much unlike any sound to be heardin an earth tunnel, was disturbing. Hazel returned to Blackberry and Silver.
"This is as bad a fix as we've been in," he said. "We can't stay here, but I can'tsee any way out."Kehaar appeared on the parapet above them, flapped the rain out of his wingsand dropped down to the punt.
"Ees finish poat," he said. "Not vait more.""But how can we get to the bank, Kehaar?" said Hazel.
The gull41 was surprised. "Dog sveem, rat sveem. You no sveem?""Yes, we can swim as long as it's not very far. But the banks are too steep forus, Kehaar. We wouldn't be able to stop the current taking us down one of thesetunnels and we don't know what's at the other end.""Ees goot -- you get out fine."Hazel felt at a loss. What exactly was he to understand from this? Kehaar wasnot a rabbit. Whatever the Big Water was like, it must be worse than this andKehaar was used to it. He never said much in any case and what he did say wasalways restricted to the simplest, since he spoke31 no Lapine. He was doing them agood turn because they had saved his life but, as Hazel knew, he could not helpdespising them for timid, helpless, stay-at-home creatures who could not fly. Hewas often impatient. Did he mean that he had looked at the river and consideredit as if he were a rabbit? That there was slack water immediately below the bridge,with a low, shelving bank where they could get out easily? That seemed too muchto hope for. Or did he simply mean that they had better hurry up and take achance on being able to do what he himself could do without difficulty? Thisseemed more likely. Suppose one of them did jump out of the boat and go downwith the current -- what would that tell the others, if he did not come back?
Poor Hazel looked about him. Silver was licking Bigwig's wounded shoulder.
Blackberry was fidgeting on and off the thwart, strung up, able to feel only tooclearly all that Hazel felt himself. As he still hesitated, Kehaar let out a squawk.
"Yark! Damn rabbits no goot. Vat42 I do, I show you."He tumbled clumsily off the raised bow. There was no gap between the puntand the dark mouth of the culvert. Sitting low in the water like a mallard, hefloated into the tunnel and vanished. Peering after him, Hazel could at first seenothing. Then he made out Kehaar's shape black against the light at the far end.
It floated into daylight, turned sideways and passed out of the restricted view.
"What does that prove?" said Blackberry, his teeth chattering43. "He may haveflown off the surface or put his great webbed feet down. It's not he that's soakedthrough and shivering and twice as heavy with wet fur."Kehaar reappeared on the parapet above.
"You go now," he said shortly.
Still the wretched Hazel hung back. His leg had begun to hurt again. The sightof Bigwig -- Bigwig of all rabbits -- at the end of his tether, half unconscious,playing no part in this desperate exploit, lowered his courage still more. He knewthat he had not got it in him to jump into the water. The horrible situation wasbeyond him. He stumbled on the slippery planking and, as he sat up, found Fiverbeside him.
"I'll go, Hazel," said Fiver quietly. "I think it'll be all right."He put his front paws on the edge of the bow. Then, on the instant, all therabbits froze motionless. One of the does stamped on the puddled floor of thepunt. From above came the sounds of approaching footsteps and men's voices,and the smell of a burning white stick.
Kehaar flew away. Not a rabbit moved. The footsteps grew nearer, the voiceslouder. They were on the bridge above, no further away than the height of ahedge. Every one of the rabbits was seized by the instinct to run, to gounderground. Hazel saw Hyzenthlay looking at him and returned her stare,willing her with all his might to keep still. The voices, the smell of men's sweat, ofleather, of white sticks, the pain in his leg, the damp, chuckling44 tunnel at his veryear -- he had known them all before. How could the men not see him? They mustsee him. He was lying at their feet. He was wounded. They were coming to pickhim up.
Then the sounds and smells were receding45 into the distance, the thudding ofthe footsteps diminished. The men had crossed the bridge without looking overthe parapet. They were gone.
Hazel came to. "That settles it," he said. "Everyone's got to swim. Come on,Bluebell46, you say you're a water rabbit. Follow me." He got on the thwart andwent along it to the side.
But it was Pipkin that he found next to him.
"Quick, Hazel-rah," said Pipkin, twitching47 and trembling. "I'll come, too. Onlybe quick."Hazel shut his eyes and fell over the side into the water.
As in the Enborne, there was an instant shock of cold. But more than this, andat once, he felt the pull of the current. He was being drawn48 away by a force like ahigh wind, yet smooth and silent. He was drifting helplessly down a suffocating,cold run, with no hold for his feet. Full of fear, he paddled and struggled, got hishead up and took a breath, scrabbled his claws against rough bricks under waterand lost them again as he was dragged on. Then the current slackened, the runvanished, the dark became light and there were leaves and sky above him oncemore. Still struggling, he fetched up against something hard, bumped off it,struck it again and then for a moment touched soft ground. He flounderedforward and found that he was dragging himself through liquid mud. He was outon a clammy bank. He lay panting for several moments and then wiped his faceand opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was Pipkin, plastered with mud,crawling to the bank a few feet away.
Full of elation49 and confidence, all his terrors forgotten, Hazel crawled over toPipkin and together they slipped into the undergrowth. He said nothing andPipkin did not seem to expect him to speak. From the shelter of a clump50 of purpleloosestrife they looked back at the river.
The water came out from the bridge into a second pool. All round, on bothbanks, trees and undergrowth grew close. There was a kind of swamp here and itwas hard to tell where water ended and woodland began. Plants grew in clumpsboth in and out of the muddy shallows. The bottom was covered with fine silt51 andmud that was half water and in this the two rabbits had made furrows52 as theydragged themselves to shore. Running diagonally across the pool, from thebrickwork of the bridge near the opposite bank to a point a little below them ontheir own side, was a grating of thin, vertical iron rods. In the cutting season theriver weed, drifting in tangled53 mats from the fishing reaches above, was heldagainst this grating and raked out of the pool by men in waders, who piled it to beused as compost. The left bank was a great rubbish heap of rotting weed amongthe trees. It was a green, rank-smelling place, humid and enclosed.
"Good old Kehaar!" said Hazel, gazing with satisfaction round the fetidsolitude. "I should have trusted him."As he spoke, a third rabbit came swimming out from under the bridge. Thesight of him, struggling in the current like a fly in a spider's web, filled them bothwith fear. To watch another in danger can be almost as bad as sharing it. Therabbit fetched up against the grating, drifted a little way along it, found thebottom and crawled out of the turbid54 water. It was Blackavar. He lay on his sideand seemed unaware55 of Hazel and Pipkin when they came up to him. After a littlewhile, however, he began to cough, vomited56 some water and sat up.
"Are you all right?" asked Hazel.
"More or less," said Blackavar. "But have we got to do much more tonight, sir?
I'm very tired.""No, you can rest here," said Hazel. "But why did you risk it on your own? Wemight already have gone under, for all you knew.""I thought you gave an order," replied Blackavar.
"I see," said Hazel. "Well, at that rate you're going to find us a sloppy57 lot, I'mafraid. Was there anyone else who looked like coming when you jumped in?""I think they're a bit nervous," answered Blackavar. "You can't blame them.""No, but the trouble is that anything can happen," said Hazel, fretting58. "Theymay all go tharn, sitting there. The men may come back. If only we could tellthem it's all right--""I think we can, sir," said Blackavar. "Unless I'm wrong, it's only a matter ofslipping up the bank there and down the other side. Shall I go?"Hazel was disconcerted. From what he had gathered, this was a disgracedprisoner from Efrafa -- not even a member of the Owsla, apparently59 -- and he hadjust said that he felt exhausted. He was going to take some living up to.
"We'll both go," he said. "Hlao-roo, can you stay here and keep a lookout60? Withany luck, they'll start coming through to you. Help them if you can."Hazel and Blackavar slipped through the dripping undergrowth. The grasstrack which crossed the bridge ran above them, at the top of a steep bank. Theyclimbed the bank and looked out cautiously from the long grass at the verge61. Thetrack was empty and there was nothing to be heard or smelled. They crossed itand reached the end of the bridge on the upstream side. Here the bank droppedalmost sheer to the river, some six feet below. Blackavar scrambled62 down withouthesitation, but Hazel followed more slowly. Just above the bridge, between it anda thorn bush upstream, was a ledge63 of turf which overhung the water. Out in theriver, a few feet away, the punt lay against the weedy piers.
"Silver!" said Hazel. "Fiver! Come on, get them into the water. It's all rightbelow the bridge. Get the does in first, if you can. There's no time to lose. Themen may come back."It was no easy matter to rouse the torpid64, bewildered does and make themunderstand what they had to do. Silver went from one to another. Dandelion, assoon as he saw Hazel on the bank, went at once to the bow and plunged65 in.
Speedwell followed, but as Fiver was about to go Silver stopped him.
"If all our bucks5 go, Hazel," he said, "the does will be left alone and I don'tthink they'll manage it.""They'll obey Thlayli, sir," said Blackavar, before Hazel could reply. "I thinkhe's the one to get them started."Bigwig was still lying in the bilgewater, in the place he had taken up when theycame to the first bridge. He seemed to be asleep, but when Silver nuzzled him heraised his head and looked about in a dazed manner.
"Oh, hello, Silver," he said. "I'm afraid this shoulder of mine's going to be abother. I feel awfully66 cold, too. Where's Hazel?"Silver explained. Bigwig got up with difficulty and they saw that he was stillbleeding. He limped to the thwart and climbed on it.
"Hyzenthlay," he said, "your friends can't be any wetter, so we'll get them tojump in now. One by one, don't you think? Then there'll be no risk of themscratching or hurting each other as they swim."In spite of what Blackavar had said, it was a long time before everyone had leftthe boat. There were in fact ten does altogether -- though none of the rabbitsknew the number -- and although one or two responded to Bigwig's patienturging, several were so much exhausted that they remained huddled67 where theywere, or looked stupidly at the water until others were brought to take their place.
From time to time Bigwig would ask one of the bucks to give a lead and in thisway Acorn, Hawkbit and Bluebell all scrambled over the side. The injured doe,Thrayonlosa, was clearly in a bad way and Blackberry and Thethuthinnang swamthrough together, one in front of her and one behind.
As darkness closed in, the rain stopped. Hazel and Blackavar went back to thebank of the pool below the bridge. The sky cleared and the oppression lifted asthe thunder moved away eastward68. But it was fu Inlé before Bigwig himself camethrough the bridge with Silver and Fiver. It was as much as ever he could do tokeep afloat, and when he reached the grating he rolled over in the water, bellyuppermost, like a dying fish. He drifted into the shallows and, with Silver's help,pulled himself out. Hazel and several of the others were waiting for him, but hecut them short with a flash of his old bullying69 manner. "Come on, get out of theway," he said. "I'm going to sleep now, Hazel, and Frith help you if you say I'mnot.""That's how we go on, you see," said Hazel to the staring Blackavar. "You'll getused to it after a bit, Now, let's look for somewhere dry that no one else has foundand then perhaps we can sleep, too."Every dry spot among the undergrowth seemed to be crowded with exhausted,sleeping rabbits. After searching for a time they found a fallen tree trunk, fromthe underside of which the bark had pulled away. They crept beneath the twigsand leaves, settled themselves in the smooth, curved trough -- which soon took onsome of the warmth of their bodies -- and slept at once.
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