those countries; but these are the real Fairylands."

Jack was very much surprised when he heard Mopsa say these strange
things; and as he looked at her, he felt that a sleep was coming over
him, and he could not hold up his head. He felt how delightful it was
to go to sleep; and though the apple-woman sprang to him, when she
observed that he was shutting his eyes, and though he heard her
begging and entreating him to keep awake, he did not want to do so;
but he let his head sink down on the mossy grass, which was as soft as
a pillow, and there, under the shade of a Guelder rose-tree, that kept
dropping its white flowerets all over him, he had this dream:

He thought that Mopsa came running up to him, as he stood by the
river, and that he said to her, "Oh, Mopsa, how old we are! We have
lived back to the times before Adam and Eve!"

"Yes," said Mopsa; "but I don't feel old. Let us go down the river,
and see what we can find."

So they got into the boat, and it floated into the middle of the
river, and then made for the opposite bank, where the water was warm
and very muddy, and the river became so very wide that it seemed to be
afternoon when they got near enough to see it clearly; and what they
saw was a boggy country, green, and full of little rills; but the
water,--which, as I told you, was thick and muddy,--the water was full
of small holes! You never saw water with eyelet-holes in it; but Jack
did. On all sides of the boat he saw holes moving about in pairs, and
some were so close that he looked and saw their lining: they were
lined with pink, and they snorted! Jack was afraid, but he considered
that this was such a long time ago that the holes, whatever they were,
could not hurt him; but it made him start, notwithstanding, when a
huge flat-head reared itself up close to the boat, and he found that
the holes were the nostrils of creatures who kept all the rest of
themselves under water.

In a minute or two, hundreds of ugly flat-heads popped up, and the
boat danced among them as they floundered about in the water.

"I hope they won't upset us," said Jack. "I wish you would land."

Mopsa said she would rather not, because she did not like the hairy
elephants.

"There are no such things as hairy elephants," said Jack, in his
dream; but he had hardly spoken when out of a wood close at hand some
huge creatures, far larger than our elephants, came jogging down to
the water. There were forty or fifty of them, an