When they rejoined the boys and the Dwarf， as much as they thought they could carry of the best meat had been cut off. Raw meat is not a nice thing to fill one‘s pockets with， but they folded it up in fresh leaves and made the best of it. They were all experienced enough to know that they would feel quite differently about these squashy and unpleasant parcels when they had walked long enough to be really hungry.
On they trudged again （stopping to wash three pairs of hands that needed it in the first stream they passed） until the sun rose and the birds began to sing， and more flies than they wanted were buzzing in the bracken. The stiffness from yesterday’s rowing began to wear off. Everybody‘s spirits rose. The sun grew warmer and they took their helmets off and carried them.
“I suppose we are going right？” said Edmund about anhour later.
“I don’t see how we can go wrong as long as we don‘t bear too much to the left，” said Peter. “If we bear too much to the right， the worst that can happen is wasting a little time by striking the great River too soon and not cutting off the corner.”
And again they trudged on with no sound except the thud of their feet and the jingle of their chain shirts.