“A Marsh.wiggle. Don’t ask me what it is. I couldn‘t see it st night. I’m getting up. Let‘s go and look for it.”
“How beastly one feels after sleeping in one’s clothes，” aid Jill， sitting up.
“I was just thinking how nice it was not to have to dress，” aid Eustace.
“Or wash either， I suppose，” said Jill scornfully. But crubb had already got up， yawned， shaken himself， and rawled out of the wigwam. Jill did the same.
What they found outside was quite unlike the bit of Narnia they had seen on the day before. They were on a great flat plain which was cut into countless little islands by countless channels of water. The islands were covered with coarse grass and bordered with reeds and rushes. Sometimes there were beds of rushes about an acre in extent. Clouds of birds were constantly alighting in them and rising from them again.duck， snipe， bitterns， herons. Many wigwams like that in which they had passed the night could be seen dotted about， but all at a good distance from one another； for Marsh.wiggles are people who like privacy.