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THE WIND IN THE WILLOWS


Copyright, 1908, 1913, by
CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS
Published October, 1913
CONTENTS
CHAPTER | PAGE | |
I. | THE RIVER BANK | 1 |
II. | THE OPEN ROAD | 27 |
III. | THE WILD WOOD | 53 |
IV. | MR. BADGER | 79 |
V. | DULCE DOMUM | 107 |
VI. | MR. TOAD | 139 |
VII. | THE PIPER AT THE GATES OF DAWN | 167 |
VIII. | TOAD'S ADVENTURES | 191 |
IX. | WAYFARERS ALL | 219 |
X. | THE FURTHER ADVENTURES OF TOAD | 253 |
XI. | "LIKE SUMMER TEMPESTS CAME HIS TEARS" | 287 |
XII. | THE RETURN OF ULYSSES | 323 |
ILLUSTRATIONS
The Piper at the Gates of Dawn | Frontispiece |
Facing Page | |
It was the Water Rat | 8 |
"Come on!" he said. "We shall just have to walk it" | 50 |
In panic, he began to run | 64 |
Through the Wild Wood and the snow | 94 |
Toad was a helpless prisoner in the remotest dungeon | 164 |
He lay prostrate in his misery on the floor | 196 |
"It's a hard life, by all accounts," murmured the Rat | 240 |
Dwelling chiefly on his own cleverness, and presence of mind in emergencies | 292 |
The Badger said, "Now then, follow me!" | 326 |
THE Mole had been working very hard all the morning, spring-cleaning his little home. First with brooms, then with dusters; then on ladders and steps and chairs, with a brush and a pail of whitewash; till he had dust in his throat and eyes, and splashes of whitewash all over his black fur, and an aching back and weary arms. Spring was moving in the air above and in the earth below and around him, penetrating even his dark and lowly little house with its spirit of divine discontent and longing. It was small wonder, then, that he suddenly flung