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OLLOW the river and cross the ford, Follow again to the wobbly bridge, Turn to the left at the notice board, Climbing the cow-track over the ridge; Tip-toe soft by the little red house, Hold your breath if they touch the latch. Creep to the slip-rails, still as a mouse, Then ... run like mad for the bracken patch.

Worm your way where the fern fronds tall Fashion a lace-work over your head, Hemming you in with a high, green wall; Then, when the thrush calls once, stop dead. Ask of the old grey wallaby there— Him prick-eared by the woollybutt tree— How to encounter a Glug, and where The country of Gosh, famed Gosh may be.

But, if he is scornful, if he is dumb, ''Hush! There's another way left. Then come.''