stone and find out what was underneath it.
Accordingly, what with a knife and what with my fingers, I soon had it uncovered: it was four or five inches under the surface. There were no marks on it; it measured more than a foot each way. I lifted it. It was the cover of a sort of box with bottom and sides each made of a slab just like the lid. In this box was another, made of some dark metal, which I took to be lead. I pulled it out and found that the lid of the box was all of one piece with the rest, like a sardine tin. Evidently I could not open it there and then. It was rather heavy, but I did not care, and I managed without too much inconvenience to carry it home to the place I was lodging in. Of course I put back the stone neatly and covered it up with earth and grass again.
I was late for tea, but I had found what was better than tea.
THE FIRST JAR
That night I waited till the moon was up before trying to open the box. I do not well know why, but it seemed the r
Wow, this is a fabulous and strange book. It's one of those magical old children's books that holds its own inner logic -- moving from one vividly imagined scene to the next, it contains visions that will stay with you forever.
(Found via Philip Pullman's Top 40 Booklist)