The_Complete_Chronicles_of_Narnia_(volumes_1-7,_in_order_of_publication)

two; not that I suppose any of us will close an eye tonight," instantly went off into such a
loud, continuous snore that, when Jill at last got to sleep, she dreamed all night about
road-drills and waterfalls and being in express trains in tunnels.
CHAPTER SIX
THE WILD WASTE LANDS OF THE NORTH
AT about nine o'clock next morning three lonely figures might have been seen picking
their way across the Shribble by the shoals and stepping-stones. It was a shallow, noisy
stream, and even Jill was not wet above her knees when they reached the northern bank.
About fifty yards ahead, the land rose up to the beginning of the moor, everywhere
steeply, and often in cliffs.
"I suppose that's our way!" said Scrubb, pointing left and west to where a stream flowed
down from the moor through a shallow gorge. But the Marsh-wiggle shook his head.
"The giants mainly live along the side of that gorge," he said. "You might say the gorge
was like a street to them. We'll do better straight ahead, even though it's a bit steep."
They found a place where they could scramble up, and in about ten minutes stood panting
at the top. They cast a longing look back at the valley-land of Narnia and then turned
their faces to the North. The vast, lonely moor stretched on and up as far as they could
see. On their left was rockier ground. Jill thought that must be the edge of the giants'
gorge and did not much care about looking in that direction. They set out.
It was good, springy ground for walking, and a day of pale winter sunlight. As they got
deeper into the moor, the loneliness increased: one could hear peewits and see an
occasional hawk. When they halted in the middle of the morning for a rest and a drink in
a little hollow by a stream, Jill was beginning to feel that she might enjoy adventures
after all, and said so.
"We haven't had any yet," said the Marsh-wiggle.
Walks after the first halt - like school mornings after break or railway journeys after
changing trains - never go on as they were before. When they set out again, Jill noticed
that the rocky edge of the gorge had drawn nearer. And the rocks were less flat, more
upright, than they had been. In fact they were like little towers of rock. And what funny
shapes they were!