CHAPTER SIX THE WILD WASTE LANDS OF THE NORTH（第2/5页）
It was a horrible time. There seemed no end to the line of giants，and they never ceased hurling stones，some of which fell extremely close. Quite apart from the real danger，the very sight and sound of their faces and voices were enough to scare anyone. Jill tried not to look at them.
After about twenty-five minutes the giants apparently had a quarrel. This put an end to the cock-shies，but it is not pleasant to be within a mile of quarrelling giants. They stormed and jeered at one another in long，meaningless words of about twenty syllables each. They foamed and gibbered and jumped in their rage，and each jump shook the earth like a bomb. They lammed each other on the head with great，clumsy stone hammers；but their skulls were so hard that the hammers bounced off again，and then the monster who had given the blow would drop his hammer and howl with pain because it had stung his fingers. But he was so stupid that he would do exactly the same thing a minute later. This was a good thing in the long run，for by the end of an hour all the giants were so hurt that they sat down and began to cry. When they sat down，their heads were below the edge of the gorge，so that you saw them no more；but Jill could hear them howling and blubbering and boo-booing like great babies even after the place was a mile behind.
That night they bivouacked on the bare moor，and Puddleglum showed the children how to make the best of their blankets by sleeping back to back（The backs keep each other warm and you can then have both blankets on top）. But it was chilly even so， and the ground was hard and lumpy. The Marsh-wiggle told them they would feel more comfortable if only they thought how very much colder it would be later on and farther north；but this didn’t cheer them up at all.
They travelled across Ettinsmoor for many days，saving the bacon and living chiefly on the moor-fowl（they were not，of course，talking birds）which Eustace and the wiggle shot. Jill rather envied Eustace for being able to shoot；he had learned it on his voyage with King Caspian. As there were countless streams on the moor，they were never short of water. Jill thought that when， in books，people live on what they shoot，it never tells you what a long，smelly，messy job it is plucking and cleaning dead birds， and how cold it makes your fingers. But the great thing was that they met hardly any giants. One giant saw them，but he only roared with laughter and stumped away about his own business.
About the tenth day，they reached a place where the country changed. They came to the northern edge of the moor and looked down a long，steep slope into a different，and grimmer，land. At the bottom of the slope were cliffs：beyond these，a country of high mountains，dark precipices，stony valleys，ravines so deep and narrow that one could not see far into them，and rivers that poured out of echoing gorges to plunge sullenly into black depths. Needless to say，it was Puddleglum who pointed out a sprinkling of snow on the more distant slopes.
“But there’ll be more on the north side of them，I shouldn’t wonder,”he added.
It took them some time to reach the foot of the slope and，when they did，they looked down from the top of the cliffs at a river running below them from west to east. It was walled in by precipices on the far side as well as on their own，and it was green and sunless，full of rapids and waterfalls. The roar of it shook the earth even where they stood.
“The bright side of it is,”said Puddleglum，“that if we break our necks getting down the cliff，then we’re safe from being drowned in the river.”
“What about that ？”said Scrubb suddenly，pointing upstream to their left. Then they all looked and saw the last thing they were expecting—a bridge. And what a bridge，too ！It was a huge，single arch that spanned the gorge from cliff-top to cliff-top；and the crown of that arch was as high above the cliff-tops as the dome of St. Paul’s is above the street.