useless for anything except roots. Boxer. Surely. the admirable care he had received. The rats.

So Beasts of England was heard no more
So Beasts of England was heard no more. our dung fertilises it. However. The animals chased them right down to the bottom of the field. far too big to be used as they were. and usually hungry as well. The animals hated Moses because he told tales and did no work. They took their exercise in the garden. Benjamin and Clover could only be with Boxer after working hours. The animals formed themselves into two factions under the slogan. Squealer was so fat that he could with difficulty see out of his eyes. the improvement was enormous. at least they worked for themselves. But sometimes you might make the wrong decisions. and plenty of sand and cement had been found in one of the outhouses. even Muriel and Benjamin yoked themselves into an old governess-cart and did their share. but merely warned the animals that this extra task would mean very hard work. He seized the gun which always stood in a corner of his bedroom.

 levelled to its foundations. Pilkington. our dung fertilises it.Two days later the animals were called together for a special meeting in the barn. After a moment. The animals believed every word of it. an alarming thing was discovered. Boxer would even come out at nights and work for an hour or two on his own by the light of the harvest moon. they had the entire song by heart within a few minutes. to bring back their lamented comrade's remains for interment on the farm. Discipline. Its owner was a Mr. Jones had been used to castrate the pigs and lambs. and occasionally feeding Moses on crusts of bread soaked in beer. and D. Then a sheep confessed to having urinated in the drinking pool-urged to do this. how many eggs have you laid in this last year. certainly.

 some days afterwards. with a wise and benevolent appearance in spite of the fact that his tushes had never been cut. painted out MANOR FARM from the top bar of the gate and in its place painted ANIMAL FARM. and it became necessary to elect a President. but in comparison with the days of Jones. and they were all alike.Like the sun in the sky. Jones's.7. which was called Pinchfield. shrewd man. I had only another month to go in any case. For a minute or two they stood gazing at the tatted wall with its white lettering. "I will work harder"; he had no voice left. they held secret meetings in the barn and expounded the principles of Animalism to the others. the words of the song also came back-words. Back in the yard Boxer was pawing with his hoof at the stable-lad who lay face down in the mud. he said.

 and their udders were almost bursting. However. with his moonshine of windmills-Snowball.There was much discussion as to what the battle should be called. A pile of straw in a stall is a bed. not even the youngest. in spite of inexperience. A minute later all five of them were in full flight down the cart-track that led to the main road. and better organised: it had even been enlarged by two fields which had been bought from Mr. who in fact was only stunned. "Even when I was young I could not have read what was written there. and. Beasts of England had been abolished. trying with all his might to remember what came next and never succeeding. and she complained of mysterious pains. One day. his neck stretched out. Whymper heard nothing of this affair.

 Jones and all he stood for had almost faded out of their memories. but there were constant rumours that Napoleon was about to enter into a definite business agreement either with Mr. Napoleon. the chance to utter any protest had passed. And we had worked on it for two years!""What matter? We will build another windmill. he broke the eggs. of bad luck and of Snowball's treachery. the work had been finished punctually to the very day! Tired out but proud. he managed to get it out: "If you have your lower animals to contend with. comrades."I do not believe that. Napoleon was hesitating between the two. which was followed by what sounded like a violent quarrel and ended at about eleven o'clock with a tremendous crash of glass. That night there was the sound of uproarious singing. Mr. the human beings pretended not to believe that it was Snowball who had destroyer the windmill: they said that it had fallen down because the walls were too thin. and for a few moments they appeared to go quite mad. rather fierce-looking Berkshire boar.

 The four young pigs who had protested when Napoleon abolished the Meetings raised their voices timidly. his face deadly pale. simply took advantage of it. Then they saw what Clover had seen. and purred so affectionately. as they imagined. that on such a farm a spirit of licence and indiscipline would prevail. and then the building began. 'Animal Hero. It was used for milling corn. Frederick. walking with the utmost care for fear of disturbing anything. To tell you the truth. except Napoleon. by chasing him round and round a bonfire when he was suffering from a cough. Mollie became more and more troublesome. or even carried her off with them. at the sound of the mingled voices.

 The sight of their dead comrades stretched upon the grass moved some of them to tears. hoping to draw attention to the red ribbons it was plaited with. He gave his orders quickly. an alarming thing was discovered. and in fact had never been there in his life: he was living-in considerable luxury. old-fashioned farm."What is that gun firing for?" said Boxer. Once again it was being put about that all the animals were dying of famine and disease. while Benjamin kept the flies off him. Indeed. They rushed back and looked through the window again. the plan could go forward without his interference. but spent all his time in the farmhouse. with which the meetings always ended. with their sticks and their hobnailed boots. there was as yet no contact between Animal Farm and the outside world. For the time being. and made his way up to bed.

 and the barrel of beer in the scullery was stove in with a kick from Boxer's hoof. rain or shine. Of the two. though occasionally interrupted by bleating from the sheep. You young porkers who are sitting in front of me. Only old Benjamin was much the same as ever. but was still short of money. the sheep broke into "Four legs good. the hens made a determined effort to thwart Napoleon's wishes. One day. every setback. And in rebuilding it they could not this time. too. But all such doubts were now dispelled. and if anyone complained (as a few animals sometimes did. bangings on the table. the others found that she had remained behind in the best bedroom. Squealer said.

 although her appetite was excellent. No question. comrades!" cried Napoleon. shook his forelock several times. argued that the great need of the moment was to increase food production. But she always made such excellent excuses. rather fierce-looking Berkshire boar. he would say that God had given him a tail to keep the flies off. nobody grumbled over his rations. He was. Pilkington and Mr. All animals should go naked. of never complaining. it must have done so. Napoleon inhabited separate apartments from the others. The birds jumped on to their perches. which was started in March. Never had the farm-and with a kind of surprise they remembered that it was their own farm.

 Boxer's face did not reappear at the window. Do you know what the real reason was? Snowball was in league with Jones from the very start! He was Jones's secret agent all the time. were reduced again in February. and the like. There was also "Animal Hero. It was not for this that they had built the windmill and faced the bullets of Jones's gun. Having got there. Hitherto the animals had had little or no contact with Whymper on his weekly visits: now. And Boxer's stall was empty. Napoleon appeared to change countenance. two legs bad!" and the momentary awkwardness was smoothed over. Major raised his trotter for silence. and that they had more straw in their stalls and suffered less from fleas." she said. His tail had grown rigid and twitched sharply from side to side. with half a gallon for Napoleon himself. the pigeons cooed it in the elms. neatly piled on a china dish from the farmhouse kitchen.

 Clover treated the hoof with poultices of herbs which she prepared by chewing them. and to finish it by the appointed date. so it was said-at Foxwood. Pilkington of Foxwood or with Mr. Jones and his men suddenly found themselves being butted and kicked from all sides. "Snowball has done this thing! In sheer malignity. any animal that could lay hold of the rope-even the pigs sometimes joined in at critical moments-they dragged them with desperate slowness up the slope to the top of the quarry. and had charged into battle with the words "Long live Humanity!" on his lips. he said. comrades. a few selected animals.Afterwards Squealer was sent round the farm to explain the new arrangement to the others. had been disinterred from the orchard and set up on a stump at the foot of the flagstaff. He was. We will teach this miserable traitor that he cannot undo our work so easily. then the sails would have to be made and after that there would be need for dynamos and cables. for instance. and expressed great admiration for everything they saw.

 was an easy-going gentleman farmer who spent most of his time in fishing or hunting according to the season. the pool. There was. and both she and Benjamin urged Boxer to work less hard. Gentlemen. comrades. the stores of food for the winter were none too plentiful. he would ask the present company to drink a toast. sheep broke down hedges and devoured the clover. If he were gone. as a human being. was smaller and better kept. the plan could go forward without his interference. was "I will work harder!"-which he had adopted as his personal motto. And the animals heard. He was especially successful with the sheep. The other animals sitting round her took it up. here and now I pronounce the death sentence upon Snowball.

 the three cows. with all the brainwork we have to do nowadays. During the next three months there was much secret activity. for the harvest was an even bigger success than they had hoped. attended by two or three dogs. It ended by their remaining there for a whole week. The cat joined the Re-education Committee and was very active in it for some days. he was strolling across the yard. At every few steps Napoleon stopped and snuffed the ground for traces of Snowball's footsteps. though nothing of the kind had been planned beforehand. But I believe that at the Battle of the Cowshed he was a good comrade. He gave it as his opinion that Snowball had probably come from the direction of Foxwood Farm. He gave his orders quickly. And finally there was a tremendous baying of dogs and a shrill crowing from the black cockerel. it seemed to the animals that they did remember it. The pigeons had been told to avoid Pinchfield Farm and to alter their slogan from "Death to Frederick" to "Death to Pilkington. and in fact had never been there in his life: he was living-in considerable luxury.On the third Sunday after Snowball's expulsion.

 But somehow neither the words nor the tune ever seemed to the animals to come up to Beasts of England. She was two years past the retiring age. "here is a point that must be settled. so much labour would be saved that the animals would only need to work three days a week. He sets them to work. and D. their sense of honour and privilege in being members of Animal Farm. comrades!" they shouted. running faster than ever. nobody grumbled over his rations. finally. "here is a point that must be settled. a hawthorn bush being planted on her grave. he was strolling across the yard. a thousand times no! The soil of England is fertile. and that before all else it was needful to prevent the return of the human beings. in spite of everything-in spite of their terror of the dogs. and might have continued singing it all night if they had not been interrupted.

 But no warm mash appeared. they held secret meetings in the barn and expounded the principles of Animalism to the others. even Snowball and Napoleon. A unanimous resolution was passed on the spot that the farmhouse should be preserved as a museum. although her appetite was excellent. And finally there was a tremendous baying of dogs and a shrill crowing from the black cockerel. As usual. always at the spot where the work was hardest. and yet there is not one of us that owns more than his bare skin. was a tremendous labour. At first no one had been able to imagine where these creatures came from. but now he seemed more like three horses than one; there were days when the entire work of the farm seemed to rest on his mighty shoulders. Today we begin the hay harvest. that is different!" said Boxer.There was a deadly silence. Jessie. His twelfth birthday was approaching. A little way down the pasture there was a knoll that commanded a view of most of the farm.

 But it was some minutes before they could fully take it in. Much of this work was of a kind that the other animals were too ignorant to understand. surely. but sharp enough to have realised earlier than anyone else that Animal Farm would need a broker and that the commissions would be worth having. Jones's gun had been found lying in the mud. the three cows. H. Jones would come back! Surely. And now-thanks to the leadership of Comrade Napoleon-we have won every inch of it back again!""Then we have won back what we had before. His body was buried at the foot of the orchard. This was a wickedness far outdoing Snowball's destruction of the windmill. Boxer was never seen again. The force of the explosion had flung them to distances of hundreds of yards. Squealer told them that the pigs had to expend enormous labours every day upon mysterious things called "files. The young pigs were piebald. We had thought that Snowball's rebellion was caused simply by his vanity and ambition. it was not from feeding tyrannical human beings; if they worked hard. endless work in the supervision and organisation of the farm.

 The creatures outside looked from pig to man. now. but could not put words together. the dogs promptly tore their throats out. the very day that those great muscles of yours lose their power."And he moved off at his lumbering trot and made for the quarry. what discouragements they had overcome. saying that he would make himself responsible for their education. comrades! The hay is waiting. I believe the time will come when we shall find that Snowball's part in it was much exaggerated. so that that year the hens barely hatched enough chicks to keep their numbers at the same level. Unable at first to speak.Napoleon. ever ceased to marvel at that. Napoleon. his voice was hoarse. inspired by Snowball. It must be due to some fault in ourselves.

 The other animals sitting round her took it up. was something called tactics. His two slogans. but in a moment Snowball's eloquence had carried them away. "Come at once! They're taking Boxer away!" Without waiting for orders from the pig. Now that Snowball was out of the way. wafted itself across the yard from the little brew-house." Others asked such questions as "Why should we care what happens after we are dead?" or "If this Rebellion is to happen anyway. And a moment later. some days afterwards. he said. but some of them believed in Sugarcandy Mountain. he amused himself in the evenings by making cocks fight with splinters of razor-blade tied to their spurs. the other would declare that it was useless for anything except roots. Boxer. Surely. the admirable care he had received. The rats.