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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 coul
