The_Complete_Chronicles_of_Narnia_(volumes_1-7,_in_order_of_publication)

"Yes we did, though," said Jill. "We had a lovely night."
"Ah," said the Marsh-wiggle, shaking his head. "I see you're making the best of a bad job.
That's right. You've been well brought up, you have. You've learned to put a good face on
things."
"Please, we don't know your name," said Scrubb.
"Puddleglum's my name. But it doesn't matter if you forget it. I can always tell you
again."
The children sat down on each side of him. They now saw that he had very long legs and
arms, so that although his body was not much bigger than a dwarf's, he would be taller
than most men when he stood up. The fingers of his hands were webbed like a frog's, and
so were his bare feet which dangled in the muddy water. He was dressed in earthcoloured
clothes that hung loose about him.
"I'm trying to catch a few eels to make an eel stew for our dinner," said Puddleglum.
"Though I shouldn't wonder if I didn't get any. And you won't like them much if I do."
"Why not?" asked Scrubb.
"Why, it's not in reason that you should like our sort of victuals, though I've no doubt
you'll put a bold face on it. All the same, while I am a catching of them, if you two could
try to light the fire - no harm trying -! The wood's behind the wigwam. It may be wet.
You could light it inside the wigwam, and then we'd get all the smoke in our eyes. Or you
could light it outside, and then the rain would come and put it out. Here's my tinder-box.
You won't know how to use it, I expect."
But Scrubb had learned that sort of thing on his last adventure. The children ran back
together to the wigwam, found the wood (which was perfectly dry) and succeeded in
lighting a fire with rather less than the usual difficulty. Then Scrubb sat and took care of
it while Jill went and had some sort of wash - not a very nice one - in the nearest channel.
After that she saw to the fire and he had a wash. Both felt a good deal fresher, but very
hungry.
Presently the Marsh-wiggle joined them. In spite of his expectation of catching no eels,
he had a dozen or so, which he had already skinned and cleaned. He put a big pot on,
mended the fire, and lit his pipe. Marsh-wiggles smoke a very strange, heavy sort of
tobacco (some people say they mix it with mud) and the children noticed the smoke from
Puddleglum's pipe hardly rose in the air at all. It trickled out of the bowl and downwards
and drifted along the ground like a mist. It was very black and set Scrubb coughing.
"Now," said Puddleglum. "Those eels will take a mortal long time to cook, and either of
you might faint with hunger before they're done. I knew a little girl - but I'd better not tell