AND now the winds which had so long been from the north-west began to blow from the west itself and every morning when the sun rose out of the sea the curved prow of the Dawn Treader stood up right across the middle of the sun．Some thought that the sun looked larger than it looked from Narnia，but others disagreed．And they sailed and sailed before a gentle yet steady breeze and saw neither fish nor gull-nor ship nor shore．And stores began to get low again，and it crept into their hearts that perhaps they might have come to a sea which went on for ever．But when the very last day on which they thought they could risk continuing their eastward voyage dawned，it showed，right ahead between them and the sunrise，a low land lying like a cloud．

They made harbour in a wide bay about the middle of the afternoon and landed．It was a very different country from any they had yet seen．For when they had crossed the sandy beach they found all silent and empty as if it were an uninhabited land，

but before them there were level lawns in which the grass was as smooth and short as it used to be in the grounds of a great English house where ten gardeners were kept．The trees，of which there were many，all stood well apart from one another，and there were no broken branches and no leaves lying on the ground．Pigeons sometimes cooed but there was no other noise．

Presently they came to a long，straight，sanded path with not a weed growing on it and trees on either hand．Far off at the other end of this avenue they now caught sight of a house—very long and grey and quiet—looking in the