The_Complete_Chronicles_of_Narnia_(volumes_1-7,_in_order_of_publication)

"That's the trouble of it," said Trumpkin, "when most of the beasts have gone enemy and
gone dumb, but there are still some of the other kind left. You never know, and you
daren't wait to see."
"Poor old Bruin," said Susan. "You don't think he was?"
"Not he," said the Dwarf. "I saw the face and I heard the snarl. He only wanted Little Girl
for his breakfast. And talking of breakfast, I didn't want to discourage your Majesties
when you said you hoped King Caspian would give you a good one: but meat's precious
scarce in camp. And there's good eating on a bear. It would be a shame to leave the
carcass without taking a bit, and it won't delay us more than half an hour. I dare say you
two youngsters - Kings, I should say - know how to skin a bear?"
"Let's go and sit down a fair way off," said Susan to Lucy. "I know what a horrid messy
business that will be." Lucy shuddered and nodded. When they had sat down she said:
"Such a horrible idea has come into my head, Su. "
"What's that?"
"Wouldn't it be dreadful if some day, in our own world, at home, men started going wild
inside, like the animals here, and still looked like men, so that you'd never know which
were which?"
"We've got enough to bother about here and now in Narnia," said the practical Susan,
"without imagining things like that."
When they rejoined the boys and the Dwarf, as much as they thought they could carry of
the best meat had been cut off. Raw meat is not a nice thing to fill one's pockets with, but
they folded it up in fresh leaves and made the best of it. They were all experienced
enough to know that they would feel quite differently about these squashy and unpleasant
parcels when they had walked long enough to be really hungry.
On they trudged again (stopping to wash three pairs of hands that needed it in the first
stream they passed) until the sun rose and the birds began to sing, and more flies than
they wanted were buzzing in the bracken. The stiffness from yesterday's rowing began to
wear off. Everybody's spirits rose. The sun grew warmer and they took their helmets off
and carried them.
"I suppose we are going right?" said Edmund about an hour later.
"I don't see how we can go wrong as long as we don't bear too much to the left," said
Peter. "If we bear too much to the right, the worst that can happen is wasting a little time
by striking the great River too soon and not cutting off the corner."
And again they trudged on with no sound except the thud of their feet and the jingle of
their chain shirts.