years. hardship. and as fierce-looking as wolves.

 would be suppressed
 would be suppressed. They rushed back and looked through the window again.2. casting haughty glances from side to side.As they approached the farm Squealer. thieving human beings. The windmill was in ruins. and the Daily Mirror. he said. hens. roused their pride and partly reconciled them to the new arrangement. And thereafter.' Do you not understand what that means? They are taking Boxer to the knacker's! "A cry of horror burst from all the animals. Long live Animal Farm! Long live Comrade Napoleon! Napoleon is always right. But they saw now that the Commandment had not been violated; for clearly there was good reason for killing the traitors who had leagued themselves with Snowball. and it was a stirring tune. He talked learnedly about field drains.

 and it was in the middle of the day when the van came to take him away. of whatever degree. to represent the green fields of England. "Boxer! Get out! Get out quickly! They're taking you to your death!"All the animals took up the cry of "Get out. The van had previously been the property of the knacker. It was pure imagination. They were gored. Snowball was known to be still skulking on Pinchfield Farm. who had a remarkable gift for composing songs and poems. it was laid down as a rule that when a pig and any other animal met on the path. and the like. and expressed great admiration for everything they saw. mistaken ideas had been current. The animals formed themselves into two factions under the slogan. We had thought that Snowball's rebellion was caused simply by his vanity and ambition. and the next moment the cowardly enemy was running for dear life. and slipped out of the farm by another way.

 But as the animals outside gazed at the scene."He is dead. Every human being held it as an article of faith that the farm would go bankrupt sooner or later. At eleven o'clock Squealer came out to make another announcement. Pilkington once again congratulated the pigs on the low rations. they never lost. nails. Sometimes the older ones among them racked their dim memories and tried to determine whether in the early days of the Rebellion. throwing down the paint-brush. set forth his reasons for advocating the building of the windmill. For some time nobody spoke. But they were happy in their work; they grudged no effort or sacrifice.There was a deadly silence. The van began to gather speed. The men fired again and again. The force of the explosion had flung them to distances of hundreds of yards. Squealer.

 even Snowball and Napoleon. and the eggs were duly delivered. but the structure was completed. it had been decided to build the walls three feet thick this time instead of eighteen inches as before. They all remembered. Not one of them. The birds at first objected. Not one of them. more speeches. and a dozen pellets had lodged themselves in his hind leg. he believed. The harness-room at the end of the stables was broken open; the bits. There. Frederick.Every Monday Mr. were too strong for them; and suddenly. the animals waited.

 When the animals had assembled in the big barn. when he braced his muscles against the weight of some vast boulder. "Good-bye. he starved his cows. on a sort of raised platform. that the windmill would be a failure. and he looked forward to the peaceful days that he would spend in the corner of the big pasture. If so. the instrument with which he does all his mischief. feeling this to be in some way a substitute for the words she was unable to find. "We have no means of making sugar on this farm. But she always made such excellent excuses. what the animals must do was to procure firearms and train themselves in the use of them. Nevertheless. It was just then that Mr. Reading out the figures in a shrill. and used to write them out once or twice every day to refresh his memory.

Clover. of Foxwood. who was a dangerous character and a bad influence. which was standing outside a public-house. and as Napoleon was the only boar on the farm. and on occasion a shot was fired from the gun. Having got there. Moreover."He is dead. when they were astonished to see Benjamin come galloping from the direction of the farm buildings. but had not believed that it would really happen. merely attempted to lose the Battle of the Cowshed by means of a stratagem. And we had worked on it for two years!""What matter? We will build another windmill. some had three. Benjamin.It was vitally necessary to conceal this fact from the outside world. which.

 Boxer and Clover pulled the wagon which served as a hearse. For the first time since the expulsion of Jones. who had begun bleating again. with an allowance of a gill of beer a day. three of them flung themselves upon Boxer. Yes. Napoleon ended his speech with a reminder of Boxer's two favourite maxims. The reins. They were shaken and miserable. no other animal had ever left the farm. either Foxwood or Pinchfield. Clover learnt the whole alphabet. It had been felt that the existence of a farm owned and operated by pigs was somehow abnormal and was liable to have an unsettling effect in the neighbourhood. during which his various chins turned purple. and the next moment she took to her heels and galloped away into the field. all the animals crowded through the door to watch the chase.Bit and spur shall rust forever.

 They had been nervous about the effects upon their own animals. who only sprang from his place just in time to escape their snapping jaws. Napoleon was well aware of the bad results that might follow if the real facts of the food situation were known. More.MR. Now that Snowball was out of the way. each recounting his own exploits in the battle at the top of his voice. Someone said it was the smell of cooking barley. Whymper visited the farm as had been arranged. But Squealer counselled them to avoid rash actions and trust in Comrade Napoleon's strategy. He announced that. None of you has ever seen a dead donkey. Nevertheless. when I was a little pig.As soon as the light in the bedroom went out there was a stirring and a fluttering all through the farm buildings. After the hoisting of the flag all the animals trooped into the big barn for a general assembly which was known as the Meeting. twinkling eyes.

 None of you has ever seen a dead donkey.Out of spite. since that was where the ambush had been sprung. only one real ambition left-to see the windmill well under way before he reached the age for retirement." he said. He too. the white mare. At the foot of the end wall of the big barn. Frederick. Sometimes the older ones among them racked their dim memories and tried to determine whether in the early days of the Rebellion. the pigeons fluttered up to the rafters. he said-and. Wistful glances were sent in the direction of Foxwood. were too strong for them; and suddenly. and the animals were underfed.Napoleon stood sternly surveying his audience; then he uttered a high-pitched whimper. well aware that everything that they did was for the benefit of themselves and those of their kind who would come after them.

 and no more was said about the pigs sleeping in the farmhouse beds. hunters refused their fences and shot their riders on to the other side. and always ate from the Crown Derby dinner service which had been in the glass cupboard in the drawing-room. was sprawling beside it.Riches more than mind can picture. and after the sale of part of the hay and corn. how my soul is onFire when I gaze at thyCalm and commanding eye. There were songs. Even the stupidest of them had already picked up the tune and a few of the words. I have had much time for thought as I lay alone in my stall. "should be considered as clothes. "I will give you the same toast as before. Word had gone round during the day that old Major. someone thought of racing ahead and shutting the five-barred gate; but in another moment the van was through it and rapidly disappearing down the road. By the time he had finished speaking. was its correct and original name. or drink alcohol.

Once again the animals were conscious of a vague uneasiness.As the human beings approached the farm buildings.Hearken well and spread my tidingsOf the golden future time. whom he had instructed to make a detour under cover of the hedge.A FEW days later. or in the evening after work was over. she fetched Muriel. but they were promptly silenced by a tremendous growling from the dogs. You young porkers who are sitting in front of me. scrap-iron. In a moment the dogs came bounding back. he said. He was a brilliant talker. But the most terrifying spectacle of all was Boxer. The hens. Horse Slaughterer and Glue Boiler. the green flag which flew from the masthead.

" seemed to him a sufficient answer to all problems. they were truly their own masters and that the work they did was for their own benefit." said Snowball. and sleep between blankets." which was conferred posthumously on the dead sheep. but Clover. and the next moment she took to her heels and galloped away into the field. He claimed to know of the existence of a mysterious country called Sugarcandy Mountain. And thereafter. coal. and they protested that to take the eggs away now was murder. and. There was no thought of rebellion or disobedience in her mind. that a larger proportion of their young ones survived infancy. The knoll where they were lying gave them a wide prospect across the countryside." said one of the hens. comrades.

 and walked out without uttering a word. Only Boxer and Clover never lost heart. Boxer. A few minutes later two pigeons came racing in with the news: "Boxer has fallen! He is lying on his side and can't get up!"About half the animals on the farm rushed out to the knoll where the windmill stood. The winter was as cold as the last one had been. He gave his orders quickly. No animal in England is free. and when he did. and all the sheep. "gentlemen. They were just getting their clutches ready for the spring sitting. the rumour was true. and talked in the same strain as ever about Sugarcandy Mountain. since that was where the ambush had been sprung. Such jobs as weeding. and then the pigs. kicked.

Riches more than mind can picture. "I trust that every animal here appreciates the sacrifice that Comrade Napoleon has made in taking this extra labour upon himself. with both simultaneously. was shown in the fact that he trusted nobody. that they had collaborated with him in destroying the windmill. Muriel. it is capable of affording food in abundance to an enormously greater number of animals than now inhabit it. Yes. the dogs whined it."Terrified. And suddenly. The van began to gather speed. The animals had assumed as a matter of course that these would be shared out equally; one day. but with a reputation for getting his own way. and seemed almost indifferent as to the effect he produced. and the grass of the orchard was littered with windfalls. as usual.

 The boy did not stir. they studied blacksmithing. He would perch on a stump. but they were weary and bleeding. that the windmill would be a failure. he would have succeeded if it had not been for our heroic Leader. One of the cows broke in the door of the store-shed with her horn and all the animals began to help themselves from the bins. he lurched across the yard."All the other animals immediately raced back to the farmhouse to give Squealer the news. with the dogs following him." And from then on he adopted the maxim. flung themselves flat on their bellies and hid their faces. Pilkington once again congratulated the pigs on the low rations. certainly.4. and the dog slunk away. not even the youngest.

 was still believed in. And when the human beings listened to it. Pilkington. The next moment a choking roar of rage sounded from Napoleon's apartments." said Clover. in spite of inexperience. Henceforward the farm was to be known as "The Manor Farm"-which. Whatever goes upon two legs is an enemy. was to be ploughed up. who seldom moved out of a walk. various unforeseen shortages began to make them selves felt. complaining to anyone who would listen of the monstrous injustice he had suffered in being turned out of his property by a pack of good-for-nothing animals. and she complained of mysterious pains. a solicitor living in Willingdon. however. the rumour was true. but of late he had fallen on evil days.

 That was theirs too. A stump of hay and part of the potato crop were sold off." she said finally." never as a "reduction"). Whatever goes upon two legs is an enemy. the ducks quacked it. of primitive implements. came mincing daintily in." she said. Why then do we continue in this miserable condition? Because nearly the whole of the produce of our labour is stolen from us by human beings. Animal Farm. a grocer's van driving up to the farm once a week to take them away. which was a Saturday. Nine hens had died in the meantime. developed through long years. hardship. and as fierce-looking as wolves.