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 closer; and; as he did not stir; at last he came quite close and looked him in the face。

The moon shone so bright that Tom could see every feature; and; as he saw; he recollected; bit by bit; it was his old master; Grimes。

Tom turned tail; and swam away as fast as he could。

〃Oh dear me!〃 he thought; 〃now he will turn into a water…baby。 What a nasty troublesome one he will be!  And perhaps he will find me out; and beat me again。〃

So he went up the river again a little way; and lay there the rest of the night under an alder root; but; when morning came; he longed to go down again to the big pool; and see whether Mr。 Grimes had turned into a water…baby yet。

So he went very carefully; peeping round all the rocks; and hiding under all the roots。  Mr。 Grimes lay there still; he had not turned into a water…baby。  In the afternoon Tom went back again。  He could not rest till he had found out what had become of Mr。 Grimes。  But this time Mr。 Grimes was gone; and Tom made up his mind that he was turned into a water…baby。

He might have made himself easy; poor little man; Mr。 Grimes did not turn into a water…baby; or anything like one at all。  But he did not make himself easy; and a long time he was fearful lest he should meet Grimes suddenly in some deep pool。  He could not know that the fairies had carried him away; and put him; where they put everything which falls into the water; exactly where it ought to be。  But; do you know; what had happened to Mr。 Grimes had such an effect on him that he never poached salmon any more。  And it is quite certain that; when a man becomes a confirmed poacher; the only way to cure him is to put him under water for twenty…four hours; like Grimes。  So when you grow to be a big man; do you behave as all honest fellows should; and never touch a fish or a head of game which belongs to another man without his express leave; and then people will call you a gentleman; and treat you like one; and perhaps give you good sport:  instead of hitting you into the river; or calling you a poaching snob。

Then Tom went on down; for he was afraid of staying near Grimes: and as he went; all the vale looked sad。  The red and yellow leaves showered down into the river; the flies and beetles were all dead and gone; the chill autumn fog lay low upon the hills; and sometimes spread itself so thickly on the river that he could not see his way。  But he felt his way instead; following the flow of the stream; day after day; past great bridges; past boats and barges; past the great town; with its wharfs; and mills; and tall smoking chimneys; and ships which rode at anchor in the stream; and now and then he ran against their hawsers; and wondered what they were; and peeped out; and saw the sailors lounging on board smoking their pipes; and ducked under again; for he was terribly afraid of being caught by man and turned into a chimney…sweep once more。  He did not know that the fairies were close to him always; shutting the sailors' eyes lest they should see him; and turning him aside from millraces; and sewer…mouths; and all foul and dangerous things。  Poor little fellow; it was a dreary journey for him; and more than once he longed to be back in Vendale; playing with the trout in the bright summer sun。  But it could not be。  What has been once can never come over again。  And people can be little babies; even water…babies; only once in their lives。

Besides; people who make up their minds to go and see the world; as Tom did; must needs find it a weary journey。  Lucky for them if they do not lose heart and stop half…way; instead of going on bravely to the end as Tom did。  For then they will remain neither boys nor men; neither fish; flesh; nor good red…herring:  having learnt a great deal too much; and yet not enough; and sown their wild oats; without having the advantage of reaping them。

But Tom was always a brave; determined; little English bull…dog; who never knew when he was beaten; and on and on he held; till he saw a long way off the red buoy through the fog。  And then he found to his surprise; the stream turned round; and running up inland。

It was the tide; of course:  but Tom knew nothing of the tide。  He only knew that in a minute more the water; which had been fresh; turned salt all round him。  And then there came a change over him。 He felt as strong; and light; and fresh; as if his veins had run champagne; and gave; he did not know why; three skips out of the water; a yard high; and head over heels; just as the salmon do when they first touch the noble rich salt water; which; as some wise men tell us; is the mother of all living things。

He did not care now for the tide being against him。  The red buoy was in sight; dancing in the open sea; and to the buoy he would go; and to it he went。  He passed great shoals of bass and mullet; leaping and rushing in after the shrimps; but he never heeded them; or they him; and once he passed a great black shining seal; who was coming in after the mullet。  The seal put his head and shoulders out of water; and stared at him; looking exactly like a fat old greasy negro with a gray pate。  And Tom; instead of being frightened; said; 〃How d'ye do; sir; what a beautiful place the sea is!〃  And the old seal; instead of trying to bite him; looked at him with his soft sleepy winking eyes; and said; 〃Good tide to you; my little man; are you looking for your brothers and sisters?  I passed them all at play outside。〃

〃Oh; then;〃 said Tom; 〃I shall have playfellows at last;〃 and he swam on to the buoy; and got upon it (for he was quite out of breath) and sat there; and looked round for water…babies:  but there were none to be seen。

The sea…breeze came in freshly with the tide and blew the fog away; and the little waves danced for joy around the buoy; and the old buoy danced with them。  The shadows of the clouds ran races over the bright blue bay; and yet never caught each other up; and the breakers plunged merrily upon the wide white sands; and jumped up over the rocks; to see what the green fields inside were like; and tumbled down and broke themselves all to pieces; and never minded it a bit; but mended themselves and jumped up again。  And the terns hovered over Tom like huge white dragon…flies with black heads; and the gulls laughed like girls at play; and the sea…pies; with their red bills and legs; flew to and fro from shore to shore; and whistled sweet and wild。  And Tom looked and looked; and listened; and he would have been very happy; if he could only have seen the water…babies。  Then when the tide turned; he left the buoy; and swam round and round in search of them:  but in vain。  Sometimes he thought he heard them laughing:  but it was only the laughter of the ripples。  And sometimes he thought he saw them at the bottom: but it was only white and pink shells。  And once he was sure he had found one; for he saw two bright eyes peeping out of the sand。  So he dived down; and began scraping the sand away; and cried; 〃Don't hide; I do want some one to play with so much!〃  And out jumped a great turbot with his ugly eyes and mouth all awry; and flopped away along the bottom; knocking poor Tom over。  And he sat down at the bottom of the sea; and cried salt tears from sheer disappointment。

To have come all this way; and faced so many dangers; and yet to find no water…babies!  How hard!  Well; it did seem hard:  but people; even little babies; cannot have all they want without waiting for it; and working for it too; my little man; as you will find out some day。

And Tom sat upon the buoy long days; long weeks; looking out to sea; and wondering when the water…babies would come back; and yet they never came。

Then he began to ask all the strange things which came in out of the sea if they had seen any; and some said 〃Yes;〃 and some said nothing at all。

He asked the bass and the pollock; but they were so greedy after the shrimps that they did not care to answer him a word。

Then there came in a whole fleet of purple sea…snails; floating along; each on a sponge full of foam; and Tom said; 〃Where do you come from; you pretty creatures? and have you seen the water… babies?〃

And the sea…snails answered; 〃Whence we come we know not; and whither we are going; who 

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