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“Where on earth are we ？”asked Jill.
“In the wigwam of a Marsh-wiggle,”said Eustace.
“A what ？”
“A Marsh-wiggle. Don’t ask me what it is. I couldn’t see it last night. I’m getting up. Let’s go and look for it.”
“How beastly one feels after sleeping in one’s clothes,”said Jill，sitting up.
“I was just thinking how nice it was not to have to dress,”said Eustace.
“Or wash either，I suppose,”said Jill scornfully. But Scrubb had already got up，yawned，shaken himself，and crawled out of the wigwam. Jill did the same.
What they found outside was quite unlike the bit of Narnia they had seen on the day before. They were on a great flat plain which was cut into countless little islands by countless channels of water. The islands were covered with coarse grass and bordered with reeds and rushes. Sometimes there were beds of rushes about an acre in extent. Clouds of birds were constantly alighting in them and rising from them again—duck，snipe，bitterns，herons. Many wigwams like that in which they had passed the night could be seen dotted about，but all at a good distance from one another；for Marsh-wiggles are people who like privacy. Except for the fringe of the forest several miles to the south and west of them，there was not a tree in sight. Eastward the flat marsh stretched to low sand-hills on the horizon，and you could tell by the salt tang in the wind which blew from that direction that the sea lay over there. To the North there were low pale-coloured hills，in places bastioned with rock. The rest was all flat marsh. It would have been a depressing place on a w et evening. Seen under a morning sun，with a fresh wind blowing，and the air filled with the crying of birds，there was something fine and fresh and clean about its loneliness. The children felt their spirits rise.
“Where has the thingummy got to，I wonder ？”said Jill.
“The Marsh-wiggle,”said Scrubb，as if he were rather proud of knowing the word. “I expect—hullo，that must be him.”And then they both saw him，sitting with his back to them，fishing， about fifty yards away. He had been hard to see at first because he was nearly the same colour as the marsh and because he sat so still.
