The frogs croaking, and the shrill trumpeting of the elephants,
together with the cries of the river-horses, as all these creatures
fought with horn and tusk, and fell on one another, lashing the water
into whirlpools, among which the boat danced up and down like a
cork,--the blinding spray, and the flapping about of great bats over
the boat and in it,--so confused Jack, that Mopsa had spoken to him
several times before he answered.
"O Jack!" she said, at last; "if you can't dream any better, I must
call the Craken."
"Very well," said Jack. "I'm almost wrapped up and smothered in bats'
wings, so call anything you please."
Thereupon Mopsa whistled softly, and in a minute or two he saw, almost
spanning the river, a hundred yards off, a thing like a rainbow, or a
slender bridge, or still more, like one ring or coil of an enormous
serpent; and presently the creature's head shot up like a fountain,
close to the boat, almost as high as a ship's mast. It was the Craken;
and when Mopsa saw it, she began to cry, and said, "We are caught in
this crowd of creatures, and we cannot get away from the land of
dreams. Do help us, Craken!"
Some of the bats that hung to the edges of the boat had wings as large
as sails; and the first thing the Craken did was to stoop its lithe
neck, pick two or three of them off, and eat them.
"You can swim your boat home under my coils where the water is calm,"
the Craken said, "for she is so extremely old now, that if you do not
take care she will drop to pieces before you get back to the present
time."
Jack knew it was of no use saying anything to this formidable
creature, before whom the river-horses and the elephants were rushing
to the shore; but when he looked and saw down the river rainbow behind
rainbow,--I mean coil behind coil,--glittering in the sun, like so
many glorious arches that did not reach to the banks, he felt
extremely glad that this was a dream, and besides that, he thought to
himself, "It's only a fabled monster."
"No, it's only a fable to these times," said Mopsa, answering his
thought; "but in spite of that we shall have to go through all the
rings."
They went under one,--silver, green, and blue, and gold. The water
dripped from it upon them, and the boat trembled, either because of
its great age, or because it felt the rest of the coil underneath.
A good way off was another coil, and they went so safely under that,
that Jack felt himself getting used to Crakens, and not afraid. Then
they went under thirteen more. These kept getting nearer and nearer
together, but, besides that, the fourteenth had not quite such a high
span as the former ones; but there were a great many to come, and yet
they got lower and lower.
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