Twilight was coming on as they rowed slowly up the windings of Glasswater Creek.a twilight which deepened as the banks drew closer together and the overhanging trees began almost to meet overhead. It was very quiet in here as the sound of the sea died away behind them； they could even hear the trickle of the little streams that poured down from the forest into Glasswater.
They went ashore at last， far too tired to attempt lighting a fire； and even a supper of apples （though most of them felt that they never wanted to see an apple again） seemed better than trying to catch or shoot anything. After a little silent munching they all huddled down together in the moss and dead leaves between four large beech trees.
Everyone except Lucy went to sleep at once. Lucy， being far less tired， found it hard to get comfortable. Also， she had forgotten till now that all Dwarfs snore. She knew that one of the best ways of getting to sleep is to stop trying， so she opened her eyes.
