She ran over the bullocks' drinking place and passed through willows
to the meadow, seeking old dry grasses and mosses under the hawthorns
growing by the mill-leat, and gathering them in her mouth with wool
pulled from the over-arching blackberry brambles whose prickles had
caught in the fleeces of sheep. She returned to the river bank and swam
with her webbed hind-feet to the oak tree, climbed to the barky lip of
the holt, and crawled within. Two yards inside she strewed her burden
on the wood-dust, and departed by water for the dry, sand-coloured
reeds of the old summer's growth which she bit off, frequently pausing
to listen. After several journeys she sought trout by cruising under
water along the bank, and loach which she found by stirring up the sand
and stones of the shallow whereon they lurked. The whistles of the dog
were sometimes answered, but so anxious was she to finish making the
couch in the hollow tree that she left off feeding while still hungry,
and ran over the water-meadow to an inland pond for the floss of
reed-maces which grew there. On the way she surprised a young rabbit,
killing it with two bites behind the ear, and tearing the skin in her
haste to feed. Later in the night a badger found the head and feet and
skin as he lumbered after slugs and worms, and chewed them up.
The moon rose up two hours before the dawn, and the shaken light on the
waters gladdened her, for she was young, and whistling to her mate,
she swam to the high arched bridge up-river and hid among the sticks
and branches posited by the flood on the bow of the stone cutwater.
Here he found her, and as he scrambled up she slipped into the river
and swam under the arch to the lower end of the cutwater, meeting him
nose-to-nose in a maze of bubbles, and swimming back under the arch.
They played for half an hour, turning on their backs with sideway
sweeps of rudders, and never touching, although their noses at each
swirling encounter were but a few inches apart. It was an old game they
played, and it gave them delight and made them hungry, so they went
hunting for frogs and eels in a ditch which drained the water-meadow.
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