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d 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 ！
“I do believe,”thought Jill，
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