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On
the
same
day
it
was
given
out
that
fresh
documents
had
been
discovered
which
revealed
further
details
about
Snowball
’
s
complicity
with
Jones
.
It
now
appeared
that
Snowball
had
not
,
as
the
animals
had
previously
imagined
,
merely
attempted
to
lose
the
Battle
of
the
Cowshed
by
means
of
a
stratagem
,
but
had
been
openly
fighting
on
Jones
’
s
side
.
In
fact
,
it
was
he
who
had
actually
been
the
leader
of
the
human
forces
,
and
had
charged
into
battle
with
the
words
"
Long
live
Humanity
!
"
on
his
lips
.
The
wounds
on
Snowball
’
s
back
,
which
a
few
of
the
animals
still
remembered
to
have
seen
,
had
been
inflicted
by
Napoleon
’
s
teeth
.
In
the
middle
of
the
summer
Moses
the
raven
suddenly
reappeared
on
the
farm
,
after
an
absence
of
several
years
.
He
was
quite
unchanged
,
still
did
no
work
,
and
talked
in
the
same
strain
as
ever
about
Sugarcandy
Mountain
.
He
would
perch
on
a
stump
,
flap
his
black
wings
,
and
talk
by
the
hour
to
anyone
who
would
listen
.
"
Up
there
,
comrades
,
"
he
would
say
solemnly
,
pointing
to
the
sky
with
his
large
beak
—
"
up
there
,
just
on
the
other
side
of
that
dark
cloud
that
you
can
see
—
there
it
lies
,
Sugarcandy
Mountain
,
that
happy
country
where
we
poor
animals
shall
rest
for
ever
from
our
labours
!
"
He
even
claimed
to
have
been
there
on
one
of
his
higher
flights
,
and
to
have
seen
the
everlasting
fields
of
clover
and
the
linseed
cake
and
lump
sugar
growing
on
the
hedges
.
Many
of
the
animals
believed
him
.
Their
lives
now
,
they
reasoned
,
were
hungry
and
laborious
;
was
it
not
right
and
just
that
a
better
world
should
exist
somewhere
else
?
A
thing
that
was
difficult
to
determine
was
the
attitude
of
the
pigs
towards
Moses
.
They
all
declared
contemptuously
that
his
stories
about
Sugarcandy
Mountain
were
lies
,
and
yet
they
allowed
him
to
remain
on
the
farm
,
not
working
,
with
an
allowance
of
a
gill
of
beer
a
day
.
After
his
hoof
had
healed
up
,
Boxer
worked
harder
than
ever
.
Indeed
,
all
the
animals
worked
like
slaves
that
year
.
Apart
from
the
regular
work
of
the
farm
,
and
the
rebuilding
of
the
windmill
,
there
was
the
schoolhouse
for
the
young
pigs
,
which
was
started
in
March
.
Sometimes
the
long
hours
on
insufficient
food
were
hard
to
bear
,
but
Boxer
never
faltered
.
In
nothing
that
he
said
or
did
was
there
any
sign
that
his
strength
was
not
what
it
had
been
.
It
was
only
his
appearance
that
was
a
little
altered
;
his
hide
was
less
shiny
than
it
had
used
to
be
,
and
his
great
haunches
seemed
to
have
shrunken
.
The
others
said
,
"
Boxer
will
pick
up
when
the
spring
grass
comes
on
"
;
but
the
spring
came
and
Boxer
grew
no
fatter
.
Sometimes
on
the
slope
leading
to
the
top
of
the
quarry
,
when
he
braced
his
muscles
against
the
weight
of
some
vast
boulder
,
it
seemed
that
nothing
kept
him
on
his
feet
except
the
will
to
continue
.
At
such
times
his
lips
were
seen
to
form
the
words
,
"
I
will
work
harder
"
;
he
had
no
voice
left
.
Once
again
Clover
and
Benjamin
warned
him
to
take
care
of
his
health
,
but
Boxer
paid
no
attention
.
His
twelfth
birthday
was
approaching
.
He
did
not
care
what
happened
so
long
as
a
good
store
of
stone
was
accumulated
before
he
went
on
pension
.
Late
one
evening
in
the
summer
,
a
sudden
rumour
ran
round
the
farm
that
something
had
happened
to
Boxer
.
He
had
gone
out
alone
to
drag
a
load
of
stone
down
to
the
windmill
.
And
sure
enough
,
the
rumour
was
true
.
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
.
There
lay
Boxer
,
between
the
shafts
of
the
cart
,
his
neck
stretched
out
,
unable
even
to
raise
his
head
.
His
eyes
were
glazed
,
his
sides
matted
with
sweat
.
A
thin
stream
of
blood
had
trickled
out
of
his
mouth
.
Clover
dropped
to
her
knees
at
his
side
.
"
Boxer
!
"
she
cried
,
"
how
are
you
?
"
"
It
is
my
lung
,
"
said
Boxer
in
a
weak
voice
.
"
It
does
not
matter
.
I
think
you
will
be
able
to
finish
the
windmill
without
me
.
There
is
a
pretty
good
store
of
stone
accumulated
.
I
had
only
another
month
to
go
in
any
case
.
To
tell
you
the
truth
,
I
had
been
looking
forward
to
my
retirement
.
And
perhaps
,
as
Benjamin
is
growing
old
too
,
they
will
let
him
retire
at
the
same
time
and
be
a
companion
to
me
.
"
"
We
must
get
help
at
once
,
"
said
Clover
.
"
Run
,
somebody
,
and
tell
Squealer
what
has
happened
.
"
All
the
other
animals
immediately
raced
back
to
the
farmhouse
to
give
Squealer
the
news
.
Only
Clover
remained
,
and
Benjamin
who
lay
down
at
Boxer
’
s
side
,
and
,
without
speaking
,
kept
the
flies
off
him
with
his
long
tail
.
After
about
a
quarter
of
an
hour
Squealer
appeared
,
full
of
sympathy
and
concern
.
He
said
that
Comrade
Napoleon
had
learned
with
the
very
deepest
distress
of
this
misfortune
to
one
of
the
most
loyal
workers
on
the
farm
,
and
was
already
making
arrangements
to
send
Boxer
to
be
treated
in
the
hospital
at
Willingdon
.
The
animals
felt
a
little
uneasy
at
this
.
Except
for
Mollie
and
Snowball
,
no
other
animal
had
ever
left
the
farm
,
and
they
did
not
like
to
think
of
their
sick
comrade
in
the
hands
of
human
beings
.
However
,
Squealer
easily
convinced
them
that
the
veterinary
surgeon
in
Willingdon
could
treat
Boxer
’
s
case
more
satisfactorily
than
could
be
done
on
the
farm
.
And
about
half
an
hour
later
,
when
Boxer
had
somewhat
recovered
,
he
was
with
difficulty
got
on
to
his
feet
,
and
managed
to
limp
back
to
his
stall
,
where
Clover
and
Benjamin
had
prepared
a
good
bed
of
straw
for
him
.
