ANIMAL FARM

by George Orwell

Styled by LimpidSoft

Contents

Chapter I 4

Chapter II 12

Chapter III 20

Chapter IV 27

Chapter V 33

Chapter VI 42

Chapter VII 50

Chapter VIII 61

Chapter IX 73

Chapter X 83

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Chapter I

MR. Jones, of the Manor Farm, had locked the hen-houses for the night, but was too drunk to remember

to shut the pop-holes. With the ring of light from his lanterndancing from side to side, he lurched across the yard, kickedoff his boots at the back door, drew himself a last glass ofbeer from the barrel in the scullery, and made his way up tobed, where Mrs. Jones was already snoring.

As soon as the light in the bedroom went out there wasa stirring and a fluttering all through the farm buildings.Word had gone round during the day that old Major, theprize Middle White boar, had had a strange dream on theprevious night and wished to communicate it to the otheranimals. It had been agreed that they should all meet in thebig barn as soon as Mr. Jones was safely out of the way.Old Major (so he was always called, though the name un-der which he had been exhibited was Willingdon Beauty)was so highly regarded on the farm that everyone was quiteready to lose an hour’s sleep in order to hear what he hadto say.

At one end of the big barn, on a sort of raised platform,Major was already ensconced on his bed of straw, undera lantern which hung from a beam. He was twelve yearsold and had lately grown rather stout, but he was still amajestic-looking pig, with a wise and benevolent appear-ance in spite of the fact that his tushes had never been cut.Before long the other animals began to arrive and make

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themselves comfortable after their different fashions. Firstcame the three dogs, Bluebell, Jessie, and Pincher, and thenthe pigs, who settled down in the straw immediately infront of the platform. The hens perched themselves on thewindow-sills, the pigeons fluttered up to the rafters, thesheep and cows lay down behind the pigs and began tochew the cud. The two cart-horses, Boxer and Clover, camein together, walking very slowly and setting down their vasthairy hoofs with great care lest there should be some smallanimal concealed in the straw. Clover was a stout motherlymare approaching middle life, who had never quite got herfigure back after her fourth foal. Boxer was an enormousbeast, nearly eighteen hands high, and as strong as anytwo ordinary horses put together. A white stripe down hisnose gave him a somewhat stupid appearance, and in facthe was not of first-rate intelligence, but he was universallyrespected for his steadiness of character and tremendouspowers of work. After the horses came Muriel, the whitegoat, and Benjamin, the donkey. Benjamin was the oldestanimal on the farm, and the worst tempered. He seldomtalked, and when he did, it was usually to make some cyn-ical remark–for instance, he would say that God had givenhim a tail to keep the flies off, but that he would sooner havehad no tail and no flies. Alone among the animals on thefarm he never laughed. If asked why, he would say that hesaw nothing to laugh at. Nevertheless, without openly ad-mitting it, he was devoted to Boxer; the two of them usuallyspent their Sundays together in the small paddock beyondthe orchard, grazing side by side and never speaking.

The two horses had just lain down when a brood of duck-lings, which had lost their mother, filed into the barn, cheep-ing feebly and wandering from side to side to find someplace where they would not be trodden on. Clover madea sort of wall round them with her great foreleg, and theducklings nestled down inside it and promptly fell asleep.At the last moment Mollie, the foolish, pretty white marewho drew Mr. Jones’s trap, came mincing daintily in, chew-ing at a lump of sugar. She took a place near the front andbegan flirting her white mane, hoping to draw attention to

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the red ribbons it was plaited with. Last of all came the cat,who looked round, as usual, for the warmest place, and fi-nally squeezed herself in between Boxer and Clover; thereshe purred contentedly throughout Major’s speech withoutlistening to a word of what he was saying.

All the animals were now present except Moses, the tameraven, who slept on a perch behind the back door. WhenMajor saw that they had all made themselves comfortableand were waiting attentively, he cleared his throat and be-gan:

“Comrades, you have heard already about the strangedream that I had last night. But I will come to the dreamlater. I have something else to say first. I do not think, com-rades, that I shall be with you for many months longer, andbefore I die, I feel it my duty to pass on to you such wis-dom as I have acquired. I have had a long life, I have hadmuch time for thought as I lay alone in my stall, and I thinkI may say that I understand the nature of life on this earthas well as any animal now living. It is about this that I wishto speak to you.

“Now, comrades, what is the nature of this life of ours?Let us face it: our lives are miserable, laborious, and short.We are born, we are given just so much food as will keepthe breath in our bodies, and those of us who are capableof it are forced to work to the last atom of our strength; andthe very instant that our usefulness has come to an end weare slaughtered with hideous cruelty. No animal in Englandknows the meaning of happiness or leisure after he is a yearold. No animal in England is free. The life of an animal ismisery and slavery: that is the plain truth.

“But is this simply part of the order of nature? Is it be-cause this land of ours is so poor that it cannot afford adecent life to those who dwell upon it? No, comrades, athousand times no! The soil of England is fertile, its cli-mate is good, it is capable of affording food in abundanceto an enormously greater number of animals than now in-habit it. This single farm of ours would support a dozenhorses, twenty cows, hundreds of sheep–and all of them liv-

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ing in a comfort and a dignity that are now almost beyondour imagining. Why then do we continue in this miserablecondition? Because nearly the whole of the produce of ourlabour is stolen from us by human beings. There, comrades,is the answer to all our problems. It is summed up in asingle word–Man. Man is the only real enemy we have. Re-move Man from the scene, and the root cause of hunger andoverwork is abolished for ever.

“Man is the only creature that consumes without produc-ing. He does not give milk, he does not lay eggs, he is tooweak to pull the plough, he cannot run fast enough to catchrabbits. Yet he is lord of all the animals. He sets them towork, he gives back to them the bare minimum that willprevent them from starving, and the rest he keeps for him-self. Our labour tills the soil, our dung fertilises it, and yetthere is not one of us that owns more than his bare skin. Youcows that I see before me, how many thousands of gallonsof milk have you given during this last year? And whathas happened to that milk which should have been breed-ing up sturdy calves? Every drop of it has gone down thethroats of our enemies. And you hens, how many eggs haveyou laid in this last year, and how many of those eggs everhatched into chickens? The rest have all gone to market tobring in money for Jones and his men. And you, Clover,where are those four foals you bore, who should have beenthe support and pleasure of your old age? Each was soldat a year old–you will never see one of them again. In re-turn for your four confinements and all your labour in thefields, what have you ever had except your bare rations anda stall?

“And even the miserable lives we lead are not allowed toreach their natural span. For myself I do not grumble, for Iam one of the lucky ones. I am twelve years old and havehad over four hundred children. Such is the natural life ofa pig. But no animal escapes the cruel knife in the end. Youyoung porkers who are sitting in front of me, every one ofyou will scream your lives out at the block within a year.To that horror we all must come–cows, pigs, hens, sheep,everyone. Even the horses and the dogs have no better fate.

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You, Boxer, the very day that those great muscles of yourslose their power, Jones will sell you to the knacker, who willcut your throat and boil you down for the foxhounds. Asfor the dogs, when they grow old and toothless, Jones tiesa brick round their necks and drowns them in the nearestpond.

“Is it not crystal clear, then, comrades, that all the evils ofthis life of ours spring from the tyranny of human beings?Only get rid of Man, and the produce of our labour wouldbe our own. Almost overnight we could become rich andfree. What then must we do? Why, work night and day,body and soul, for the overthrow of the human race! Thatis my message to you, comrades: Rebellion! I do not knowwhen that Rebellion will come, it might be in a week or in ahundred years, but I know, as surely as I see this straw be-neath my feet, that sooner or later justice will be done. Fixyour eyes on that, comrades, throughout the short remain-der of your lives! And above all, pass on this message ofmine to those who come after you, so that future genera-tions shall carry on the struggle until it is victorious.

“And remember, comrades, your resolution must neverfalter. No argument must lead you astray. Never listenwhen they tell you that Man and the animals have a com-mon interest, that the prosperity of the one is the prosperityof the others. It is all lies. Man serves the interests of nocreature except himself. And among us animals let there beperfect unity, perfect comradeship in the struggle. All menare enemies. All animals are comrades.”

At this moment there was a tremendous uproar. WhileMajor was speaking four large rats had crept out of theirholes and were sitting on their hindquarters, listening tohim. The dogs had suddenly caught sight of them, and itwas only by a swift dash for their holes that the rats savedtheir lives. Major raised his trotter for silence.

“Comrades,” he said, “here is a point that must be settled.The wild creatures, such as rats and rabbits–are they ourfriends or our enemies? Let us put it to the vote. I proposethis question to the meeting: Are rats comrades?”

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The vote was taken at once, and it was agreed by an over-whelming majority that rats were comrades. There wereonly four dissentients, the three dogs and the cat, who wasafterwards discovered to have voted on both sides. Majorcontinued:

“I have little more to say. I merely repeat, remember al-ways your duty of enmity towards Man and all his ways.Whatever goes upon two legs is an enemy. Whatever goesupon four legs, or has wings, is a friend. And rememberalso that in fighting against Man, we must not come to re-semble him. Even when you have conquered him, do notadopt his vices. No animal must ever live in a house, orsleep in a bed, or wear clothes, or drink alcohol, or smoketobacco, or touch money, or engage in trade. All the habitsof Man are evil. And, above all, no animal must ever tyran-nise over his own kind. Weak or strong, clever or simple, weare all brothers. No animal must ever kill any other animal.All animals are equal.

“And now, comrades, I will tell you about my dream oflast night. I cannot describe that dream to you. It was adream of the earth as it will be when Man has vanished.But it reminded me of something that I had long forgotten.Many years ago, when I was a little pig, my mother and theother sows used to sing an old song of which they knewonly the tune and the first three words. I had known thattune in my infancy, but it had long since passed out of mymind. Last night, however, it came back to me in my dream.And what is more, the words of the song also came back-words, I am certain, which were sung by the animals of longago and have been lost to memory for generations. I willsing you that song now, comrades. I am old and my voice ishoarse, but when I have taught you the tune, you can singit better for yourselves. It is called ‘Beasts of England’.”

Old Major cleared his throat and began to sing. As he hadsaid, his voice was hoarse, but he sang well enough, and itwas a stirring tune, something between ‘Clementine’ and‘La Cucaracha’. The words ran:

Beasts of England, beasts of Ireland, Beasts of every land

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and clime, Hearken to my joyful tidings Of the golden fu-ture time.

Soon or late the day is coming, Tyrant Man shall beo’erthrown, And the fruitful fields of England Shall be trodby beasts alone.

Rings shall vanish from our noses, And the harness fromour back, Bit and spur shall rust forever, Cruel whips nomore shall crack.

Riches more than mind can picture, Wheat and barley,oats and hay, Clover, beans, and mangel-wurzels Shall beours upon that day.

Bright will shine the fields of England, Purer shall its wa-ters be, Sweeter yet shall blow its breezes On the day thatsets us free.

For that day we all must labour, Though we die before itbreak; Cows and horses, geese and turkeys, All must toil forfreedom’s sake.

Beasts of England, beasts of Ireland, Beasts of every landand clime, Hearken well and spread my tidings Of thegolden future time.

The singing of this song threw the animals into thewildest excitement. Almost before Major had reached theend, they had begun singing it for themselves. Even thestupidest of them had already picked up the tune and a fewof the words, and as for the clever ones, such as the pigs anddogs, they had the entire song by heart within a few min-utes. And then, after a few preliminary tries, the whole farmburst out into ‘Beasts of England’ in tremendous unison.The cows lowed it, the dogs whined it, the sheep bleatedit, the horses whinnied it, the ducks quacked it. They wereso delighted with the song that they sang it right throughfive times in succession, and might have continued singingit all night if they had not been interrupted.

Unfortunately, the uproar awoke Mr. Jones, who sprangout of bed, making sure that there was a fox in the yard. Heseized the gun which always stood in a corner of his bed-room, and let fly a charge of number 6 shot into the dark-ness. The pellets buried themselves in the wall of the barn

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and the meeting broke up hurriedly. Everyone fled to hisown sleeping-place. The birds jumped on to their perches,the animals settled down in the straw, and the whole farmwas asleep in a moment.

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THREE nights later old Major died peacefully in his sleep.His body was buried at the foot of the orchard.

This was early in March. During the next three monthsthere was much secret activity. Major’s speech had givento the more intelligent animals on the farm a completelynew outlook on life. They did not know when the Rebellionpredicted by Major would take place, they had no reasonfor thinking that it would be within their own lifetime, butthey saw clearly that it was their duty to prepare for it. Thework of teaching and organising the others fell naturallyupon the pigs, who were generally recognised as being thecleverest of the animals. Pre-eminent among the pigs weretwo young boars named Snowball and Napoleon, whomMr. Jones was breeding up for sale. Napoleon was a large,rather fierce-looking Berkshire boar, the only Berkshire onthe farm, not much of a talker, but with a reputation for get-ting his own way. Snowball was a more vivacious pig thanNapoleon, quicker in speech and more inventive, but wasnot considered to have the same depth of character. All theother male pigs on the farm were porkers. The best knownamong them was a small fat pig named Squealer, with veryround cheeks, twinkling eyes, nimble movements, and ashrill voice. He was a brilliant talker, and when he was ar-guing some difficult point he had a way of skipping fromside to side and whisking his tail which was somehow verypersuasive. The others said of Squealer that he could turn

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black into white.These three had elaborated old Major’s teachings into a

complete system of thought, to which they gave the nameof Animalism. Several nights a week, after Mr. Joneswas asleep, they held secret meetings in the barn and ex-pounded the principles of Animalism to the others. At thebeginning they met with much stupidity and apathy. Someof the animals talked of the duty of loyalty to Mr. Jones,whom they referred to as “Master,” or made elementary re-marks such as “Mr. Jones feeds us. If he were gone, weshould starve to death.” Others asked such questions as“Why should we care what happens after we are dead?” or“If this Rebellion is to happen anyway, what difference doesit make whether we work for it or not?”, and the pigs hadgreat difficulty in making them see that this was contrary tothe spirit of Animalism. The stupidest questions of all wereasked by Mollie, the white mare. The very first questionshe asked Snowball was: “Will there still be sugar after theRebellion?”

“No,” said Snowball firmly. “We have no means of mak-ing sugar on this farm. Besides, you do not need sugar. Youwill have all the oats and hay you want.”

“And shall I still be allowed to wear ribbons in mymane?” asked Mollie.

“Comrade,” said Snowball, “those ribbons that you areso devoted to are the badge of slavery. Can you not under-stand that liberty is worth more than ribbons?”

Mollie agreed, but she did not sound very convinced.The pigs had an even harder struggle to counteract the

lies put about by Moses, the tame raven. Moses, who wasMr. Jones’s especial pet, was a spy and a tale-bearer, buthe was also a clever talker. He claimed to know of the ex-istence of a mysterious country called Sugarcandy Moun-tain, to which all animals went when they died. It was sit-uated somewhere up in the sky, a little distance beyond theclouds, Moses said. In Sugarcandy Mountain it was Sundayseven days a week, clover was in season all the year round,

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and lump sugar and linseed cake grew on the hedges. Theanimals hated Moses because he told tales and did no work,but some of them believed in Sugarcandy Mountain, andthe pigs had to argue very hard to persuade them that therewas no such place.

Their most faithful disciples were the two cart-horses,Boxer and Clover. These two had great difficulty in thinkinganything out for themselves, but having once accepted thepigs as their teachers, they absorbed everything that theywere told, and passed it on to the other animals by simplearguments. They were unfailing in their attendance at thesecret meetings in the barn, and led the singing of ‘Beasts ofEngland’, with which the meetings always ended.

Now, as it turned out, the Rebellion was achieved muchearlier and more easily than anyone had expected. In pastyears Mr. Jones, although a hard master, had been a capa-ble farmer, but of late he had fallen on evil days. He hadbecome much disheartened after losing money in a lawsuit,and had taken to drinking more than was good for him. Forwhole days at a time he would lounge in his Windsor chairin the kitchen, reading the newspapers, drinking, and occa-sionally feeding Moses on crusts of bread soaked in beer.His men were idle and dishonest, the fields were full ofweeds, the buildings wanted roofing, the hedges were ne-glected, and the animals were underfed.

June came and the hay was almost ready for cutting. OnMidsummer’s Eve, which was a Saturday, Mr. Jones wentinto Willingdon and got so drunk at the Red Lion that hedid not come back till midday on Sunday. The men hadmilked the cows in the early morning and then had goneout rabbiting, without bothering to feed the animals. WhenMr. Jones got back he immediately went to sleep on thedrawing-room sofa with the News of the World over hisface, so that when evening came, the animals were still un-fed. At last they could stand it no longer. One of the cowsbroke in the door of the store-shed with her horn and all theanimals began to help themselves from the bins. It was justthen that Mr. Jones woke up. The next moment he and his

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four men were in the store-shed with whips in their hands,lashing out in all directions. This was more than the hungryanimals could bear. With one accord, though nothing of thekind had been planned beforehand, they flung themselvesupon their tormentors. Jones and his men suddenly foundthemselves being butted and kicked from all sides. The sit-uation was quite out of their control. They had never seenanimals behave like this before, and this sudden uprising ofcreatures whom they were used to thrashing and maltreat-ing just as they chose, frightened them almost out of theirwits. After only a moment or two they gave up trying todefend themselves and took to their heels. A minute laterall five of them were in full flight down the cart-track thatled to the main road, with the animals pursuing them intriumph.

Mrs. Jones looked out of the bedroom window, saw whatwas happening, hurriedly flung a few possessions into acarpet bag, and slipped out of the farm by another way.Moses sprang off his perch and flapped after her, croak-ing loudly. Meanwhile the animals had chased Jones andhis men out on to the road and slammed the five-barredgate behind them. And so, almost before they knew whatwas happening, the Rebellion had been successfully car-ried through: Jones was expelled, and the Manor Farm wastheirs.

For the first few minutes the animals could hardly believein their good fortune. Their first act was to gallop in a bodyright round the boundaries of the farm, as though to makequite sure that no human being was hiding anywhere uponit; then they raced back to the farm buildings to wipe outthe last traces of Jones’s hated reign. The harness-room atthe end of the stables was broken open; the bits, the nose-rings, the dog-chains, the cruel knives with which Mr. Joneshad been used to castrate the pigs and lambs, were all flungdown the well. The reins, the halters, the blinkers, the de-grading nosebags, were thrown on to the rubbish fire whichwas burning in the yard. So were the whips. All the ani-mals capered with joy when they saw the whips going upin flames. Snowball also threw on to the fire the ribbons

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with which the horses’ manes and tails had usually beendecorated on market days.

“Ribbons,” he said, “should be considered as clothes,which are the mark of a human being. All animals shouldgo naked.”

When Boxer heard this he fetched the small straw hatwhich he wore in summer to keep the flies out of his ears,and flung it on to the fire with the rest.

In a very little while the animals had destroyed every-thing that reminded them of Mr. Jones. Napoleon then ledthem back to the store-shed and served out a double rationof corn to everybody, with two biscuits for each dog. Thenthey sang ‘Beasts of England’ from end to end seven timesrunning, and after that they settled down for the night andslept as they had never slept before.

But they woke at dawn as usual, and suddenly remem-bering the glorious thing that had happened, they all racedout into the pasture together. A little way down the pas-ture there was a knoll that commanded a view of most ofthe farm. The animals rushed to the top of it and gazedround them in the clear morning light. Yes, it was theirs–everything that they could see was theirs! In the ecstasy ofthat thought they gambolled round and round, they hurledthemselves into the air in great leaps of excitement. Theyrolled in the dew, they cropped mouthfuls of the sweetsummer grass, they kicked up clods of the black earth andsnuffed its rich scent. Then they made a tour of inspectionof the whole farm and surveyed with speechless admira-tion the ploughland, the hayfield, the orchard, the pool, thespinney. It was as though they had never seen these thingsbefore, and even now they could hardly believe that it wasall their own.

Then they filed back to the farm buildings and halted insilence outside the door of the farmhouse. That was theirstoo, but they were frightened to go inside. After a mo-ment, however, Snowball and Napoleon butted the dooropen with their shoulders and the animals entered in sin-gle file, walking with the utmost care for fear of disturb-

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ing anything. They tiptoed from room to room, afraid tospeak above a whisper and gazing with a kind of awe atthe unbelievable luxury, at the beds with their feather mat-tresses, the looking-glasses, the horsehair sofa, the Brusselscarpet, the lithograph of Queen Victoria over the drawing-room mantelpiece. They were just coming down the stairswhen Mollie was discovered to be missing. Going back,the others found that she had remained behind in the bestbedroom. She had taken a piece of blue ribbon from Mrs.Jones’s dressing-table, and was holding it against her shoul-der and admiring herself in the glass in a very foolish man-ner. The others reproached her sharply, and they went out-side. Some hams hanging in the kitchen were taken outfor burial, and the barrel of beer in the scullery was stovein with a kick from Boxer’s hoof, otherwise nothing in thehouse was touched. A unanimous resolution was passed onthe spot that the farmhouse should be preserved as a mu-seum. All were agreed that no animal must ever live there.

The animals had their breakfast, and then Snowball andNapoleon called them together again.

“Comrades,” said Snowball, “it is half-past six and wehave a long day before us. Today we begin the hay harvest.But there is another matter that must be attended to first.”

The pigs now revealed that during the past three monthsthey had taught themselves to read and write from an oldspelling book which had belonged to Mr. Jones’s childrenand which had been thrown on the rubbish heap. Napoleonsent for pots of black and white paint and led the way downto the five-barred gate that gave on to the main road. ThenSnowball (for it was Snowball who was best at writing) tooka brush between the two knuckles of his trotter, painted outMANOR FARM from the top bar of the gate and in its placepainted ANIMAL FARM. This was to be the name of thefarm from now onwards. After this they went back to thefarm buildings, where Snowball and Napoleon sent for aladder which they caused to be set against the end wall ofthe big barn. They explained that by their studies of the pastthree months the pigs had succeeded in reducing the princi-ples of Animalism to Seven Commandments. These Seven

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Commandments would now be inscribed on the wall; theywould form an unalterable law by which all the animals onAnimal Farm must live for ever after. With some difficulty(for it is not easy for a pig to balance himself on a ladder)Snowball climbed up and set to work, with Squealer a fewrungs below him holding the paint-pot. The Command-ments were written on the tarred wall in great white lettersthat could be read thirty yards away. They ran thus:

THE SEVEN COMMANDMENTS

1. Whatever goes upon two legs is an enemy.2. Whatever goes upon four legs, or has wings,

is a friend.3. No animal shall wear clothes.4. No animal shall sleep in a bed.5. No animal shall drink alcohol.6. No animal shall kill any other animal.7. All animals are equal.

It was very neatly written, and except that “friend” waswritten “freind” and one of the “S’s” was the wrong wayround, the spelling was correct all the way through. Snow-ball read it aloud for the benefit of the others. All the ani-mals nodded in complete agreement, and the cleverer onesat once began to learn the Commandments by heart.

“Now, comrades,” cried Snowball, throwing down thepaint-brush, “to the hayfield! Let us make it a point of hon-our to get in the harvest more quickly than Jones and hismen could do.”

But at this moment the three cows, who had seemed un-easy for some time past, set up a loud lowing. They hadnot been milked for twenty-four hours, and their udderswere almost bursting. After a little thought, the pigs sentfor buckets and milked the cows fairly successfully, theirtrotters being well adapted to this task. Soon there werefive buckets of frothing creamy milk at which many of theanimals looked with considerable interest.

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“What is going to happen to all that milk?” said someone.“Jones used sometimes to mix some of it in our mash,”

said one of the hens.“Never mind the milk, comrades!” cried Napoleon, plac-

ing himself in front of the buckets. “That will be attendedto. The harvest is more important. Comrade Snowball willlead the way. I shall follow in a few minutes. Forward, com-rades! The hay is waiting.”

So the animals trooped down to the hayfield to begin theharvest, and when they came back in the evening it wasnoticed that the milk had disappeared.

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HOW they toiled and sweated to get the hay in! But theirefforts were rewarded, for the harvest was an even

bigger success than they had hoped.

Sometimes the work was hard; the implements had beendesigned for human beings and not for animals, and it was agreat drawback that no animal was able to use any tool thatinvolved standing on his hind legs. But the pigs were soclever that they could think of a way round every difficulty.As for the horses, they knew every inch of the field, and infact understood the business of mowing and raking far bet-ter than Jones and his men had ever done. The pigs did notactually work, but directed and supervised the others. Withtheir superior knowledge it was natural that they shouldassume the leadership. Boxer and Clover would harnessthemselves to the cutter or the horse-rake (no bits or reinswere needed in these days, of course) and tramp steadilyround and round the field with a pig walking behind andcalling out “Gee up, comrade!” or “Whoa back, comrade!”as the case might be. And every animal down to the hum-blest worked at turning the hay and gathering it. Even theducks and hens toiled to and fro all day in the sun, carryingtiny wisps of hay in their beaks. In the end they finishedthe harvest in two days’ less time than it had usually takenJones and his men. Moreover, it was the biggest harvest thatthe farm had ever seen. There was no wastage whatever; thehens and ducks with their sharp eyes had gathered up the

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very last stalk. And not an animal on the farm had stolen somuch as a mouthful.

All through that summer the work of the farm went likeclockwork. The animals were happy as they had neverconceived it possible to be. Every mouthful of food wasan acute positive pleasure, now that it was truly theirown food, produced by themselves and for themselves, notdoled out to them by a grudging master. With the worth-less parasitical human beings gone, there was more for ev-eryone to eat. There was more leisure too, inexperiencedthough the animals were. They met with many difficulties–for instance, later in the year, when they harvested the corn,they had to tread it out in the ancient style and blow awaythe chaff with their breath, since the farm possessed nothreshing machine–but the pigs with their cleverness andBoxer with his tremendous muscles always pulled themthrough. Boxer was the admiration of everybody. He hadbeen a hard worker even in Jones’s time, but now he seemedmore like three horses than one; there were days when theentire work of the farm seemed to rest on his mighty shoul-ders. From morning to night he was pushing and pulling,always at the spot where the work was hardest. He hadmade an arrangement with one of the cockerels to call himin the mornings half an hour earlier than anyone else, andwould put in some volunteer labour at whatever seemed tobe most needed, before the regular day’s work began. Hisanswer to every problem, every setback, was “I will workharder!”–which he had adopted as his personal motto.

But everyone worked according to his capacity. The hensand ducks, for instance, saved five bushels of corn at theharvest by gathering up the stray grains. Nobody stole, no-body grumbled over his rations, the quarrelling and bitingand jealousy which had been normal features of life in theold days had almost disappeared. Nobody shirked–or al-most nobody. Mollie, it was true, was not good at gettingup in the mornings, and had a way of leaving work earlyon the ground that there was a stone in her hoof. And thebehaviour of the cat was somewhat peculiar. It was soonnoticed that when there was work to be done the cat could

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never be found. She would vanish for hours on end, andthen reappear at meal-times, or in the evening after workwas over, as though nothing had happened. But she alwaysmade such excellent excuses, and purred so affectionately,that it was impossible not to believe in her good intentions.Old Benjamin, the donkey, seemed quite unchanged sincethe Rebellion. He did his work in the same slow obstinateway as he had done it in Jones’s time, never shirking andnever volunteering for extra work either. About the Re-bellion and its results he would express no opinion. Whenasked whether he was not happier now that Jones was gone,he would say only “Donkeys live a long time. None of youhas ever seen a dead donkey,” and the others had to be con-tent with this cryptic answer.

On Sundays there was no work. Breakfast was an hourlater than usual, and after breakfast there was a ceremonywhich was observed every week without fail. First camethe hoisting of the flag. Snowball had found in the harness-room an old green tablecloth of Mrs. Jones’s and hadpainted on it a hoof and a horn in white. This was run upthe flagstaff in the farmhouse garden every Sunday morn-ing. The flag was green, Snowball explained, to representthe green fields of England, while the hoof and horn signi-fied the future Republic of the Animals which would arisewhen the human race had been finally overthrown. Afterthe hoisting of the flag all the animals trooped into the bigbarn for a general assembly which was known as the Meet-ing. Here the work of the coming week was planned outand resolutions were put forward and debated. It was al-ways the pigs who put forward the resolutions. The otheranimals understood how to vote, but could never think ofany resolutions of their own. Snowball and Napoleon wereby far the most active in the debates. But it was noticed thatthese two were never in agreement: whatever suggestioneither of them made, the other could be counted on to op-pose it. Even when it was resolved–a thing no one couldobject to in itself–to set aside the small paddock behind theorchard as a home of rest for animals who were past work,there was a stormy debate over the correct retiring age for

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each class of animal. The Meeting always ended with thesinging of ‘Beasts of England’, and the afternoon was givenup to recreation.

The pigs had set aside the harness-room as a headquar-ters for themselves. Here, in the evenings, they studiedblacksmithing, carpentering, and other necessary arts frombooks which they had brought out of the farmhouse. Snow-ball also busied himself with organising the other animalsinto what he called Animal Committees. He was indefati-gable at this. He formed the Egg Production Committeefor the hens, the Clean Tails League for the cows, the WildComrades’ Re-education Committee (the object of this wasto tame the rats and rabbits), the Whiter Wool Movementfor the sheep, and various others, besides instituting classesin reading and writing. On the whole, these projects were afailure. The attempt to tame the wild creatures, for instance,broke down almost immediately. They continued to behavevery much as before, and when treated with generosity, sim-ply took advantage of it. The cat joined the Re-educationCommittee and was very active in it for some days. She wasseen one day sitting on a roof and talking to some sparrowswho were just out of her reach. She was telling them thatall animals were now comrades and that any sparrow whochose could come and perch on her paw; but the sparrowskept their distance.

The reading and writing classes, however, were a greatsuccess. By the autumn almost every animal on the farmwas literate in some degree.

As for the pigs, they could already read and write per-fectly. The dogs learned to read fairly well, but were notinterested in reading anything except the Seven Command-ments. Muriel, the goat, could read somewhat better thanthe dogs, and sometimes used to read to the others in theevenings from scraps of newspaper which she found on therubbish heap. Benjamin could read as well as any pig, butnever exercised his faculty. So far as he knew, he said, therewas nothing worth reading. Clover learnt the whole alpha-bet, but could not put words together. Boxer could not get

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beyond the letter D. He would trace out A, B, C, D, in thedust with his great hoof, and then would stand staring atthe letters with his ears back, sometimes shaking his fore-lock, trying with all his might to remember what came nextand never succeeding. On several occasions, indeed, he didlearn E, F, G, H, but by the time he knew them, it was alwaysdiscovered that he had forgotten A, B, C, and D. Finally hedecided to be content with the first four letters, and used towrite them out once or twice every day to refresh his mem-ory. Mollie refused to learn any but the six letters whichspelt her own name. She would form these very neatlyout of pieces of twig, and would then decorate them witha flower or two and walk round them admiring them.

None of the other animals on the farm could get furtherthan the letter A. It was also found that the stupider an-imals, such as the sheep, hens, and ducks, were unableto learn the Seven Commandments by heart. After muchthought Snowball declared that the Seven Commandmentscould in effect be reduced to a single maxim, namely: “Fourlegs good, two legs bad.” This, he said, contained the es-sential principle of Animalism. Whoever had thoroughlygrasped it would be safe from human influences. The birdsat first objected, since it seemed to them that they also hadtwo legs, but Snowball proved to them that this was not so.

“A bird’s wing, comrades,” he said, “is an organ ofpropulsion and not of manipulation. It should therefore beregarded as a leg. The distinguishing mark of man is thehand, the instrument with which he does all his mischief.”

The birds did not understand Snowball’s long words, butthey accepted his explanation, and all the humbler animalsset to work to learn the new maxim by heart. FOUR LEGSGOOD, TWO LEGS BAD, was inscribed on the end wall ofthe barn, above the Seven Commandments and in biggerletters. When they had once got it by heart, the sheep de-veloped a great liking for this maxim, and often as they layin the field they would all start bleating “Four legs good,two legs bad! Four legs good, two legs bad!” and keep it upfor hours on end, never growing tired of it.

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Napoleon took no interest in Snowball’s committees. Hesaid that the education of the young was more importantthan anything that could be done for those who were al-ready grown up. It happened that Jessie and Bluebell hadboth whelped soon after the hay harvest, giving birth be-tween them to nine sturdy puppies. As soon as they wereweaned, Napoleon took them away from their mothers,saying that he would make himself responsible for their ed-ucation. He took them up into a loft which could only bereached by a ladder from the harness-room, and there keptthem in such seclusion that the rest of the farm soon forgottheir existence.

The mystery of where the milk went to was soon clearedup. It was mixed every day into the pigs’ mash. The earlyapples were now ripening, and the grass of the orchard waslittered with windfalls. The animals had assumed as a mat-ter of course that these would be shared out equally; oneday, however, the order went forth that all the windfallswere to be collected and brought to the harness-room forthe use of the pigs. At this some of the other animals mur-mured, but it was no use. All the pigs were in full agreementon this point, even Snowball and Napoleon. Squealer wassent to make the necessary explanations to the others.

“Comrades!” he cried. “You do not imagine, I hope, thatwe pigs are doing this in a spirit of selfishness and privi-lege? Many of us actually dislike milk and apples. I dislikethem myself. Our sole object in taking these things is to pre-serve our health. Milk and apples (this has been proved byScience, comrades) contain substances absolutely necessaryto the well-being of a pig. We pigs are brainworkers. Thewhole management and organisation of this farm dependon us. Day and night we are watching over your welfare. Itis for your sake that we drink that milk and eat those apples.Do you know what would happen if we pigs failed in ourduty? Jones would come back! Yes, Jones would come back!Surely, comrades,” cried Squealer almost pleadingly, skip-ping from side to side and whisking his tail, “surely there isno one among you who wants to see Jones come back?”

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pletely certain of, it was that they did not want Jones back.When it was put to them in this light, they had no more tosay. The importance of keeping the pigs in good health wasall too obvious. So it was agreed without further argumentthat the milk and the windfall apples (and also the maincrop of apples when they ripened) should be reserved forthe pigs alone.

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BY the late summer the news of what had happened onAnimal Farm had spread across half the county. Ev-

ery day Snowball and Napoleon sent out flights of pigeonswhose instructions were to mingle with the animals onneighbouring farms, tell them the story of the Rebellion,and teach them the tune of ‘Beasts of England’.

Most of this time Mr. Jones had spent sitting in the tap-room of the Red Lion at Willingdon, complaining to anyonewho would listen of the monstrous injustice he had sufferedin being turned out of his property by a pack of good-for-nothing animals. The other farmers sympathised in princi-ple, but they did not at first give him much help. At heart,each of them was secretly wondering whether he could notsomehow turn Jones’s misfortune to his own advantage. Itwas lucky that the owners of the two farms which adjoinedAnimal Farm were on permanently bad terms. One of them,which was named Foxwood, was a large, neglected, old-fashioned farm, much overgrown by woodland, with all itspastures worn out and its hedges in a disgraceful condi-tion. Its owner, Mr. Pilkington, was an easy-going gentle-man farmer who spent most of his time in fishing or hunt-ing according to the season. The other farm, which wascalled Pinchfield, was smaller and better kept. Its ownerwas a Mr. Frederick, a tough, shrewd man, perpetually in-volved in lawsuits and with a name for driving hard bar-gains. These two disliked each other so much that it was

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difficult for them to come to any agreement, even in defenceof their own interests.

Nevertheless, they were both thoroughly frightened bythe rebellion on Animal Farm, and very anxious to preventtheir own animals from learning too much about it. At firstthey pretended to laugh to scorn the idea of animals manag-ing a farm for themselves. The whole thing would be overin a fortnight, they said. They put it about that the animalson the Manor Farm (they insisted on calling it the ManorFarm; they would not tolerate the name “Animal Farm“)were perpetually fighting among themselves and were alsorapidly starving to death. When time passed and the ani-mals had evidently not starved to death, Frederick and Pilk-ington changed their tune and began to talk of the terriblewickedness that now flourished on Animal Farm. It wasgiven out that the animals there practised cannibalism, tor-tured one another with red-hot horseshoes, and had their fe-males in common. This was what came of rebelling againstthe laws of Nature, Frederick and Pilkington said.

However, these stories were never fully believed. Ru-mours of a wonderful farm, where the human beings hadbeen turned out and the animals managed their own affairs,continued to circulate in vague and distorted forms, andthroughout that year a wave of rebelliousness ran throughthe countryside. Bulls which had always been tractable sud-denly turned savage, sheep broke down hedges and de-voured the clover, cows kicked the pail over, hunters re-fused their fences and shot their riders on to the other side.Above all, the tune and even the words of ‘Beasts of Eng-land’ were known everywhere. It had spread with astonish-ing speed. The human beings could not contain their ragewhen they heard this song, though they pretended to thinkit merely ridiculous. They could not understand, they said,how even animals could bring themselves to sing such con-temptible rubbish. Any animal caught singing it was givena flogging on the spot. And yet the song was irrepressible.The blackbirds whistled it in the hedges, the pigeons cooedit in the elms, it got into the din of the smithies and the tuneof the church bells. And when the human beings listened to

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it, they secretly trembled, hearing in it a prophecy of theirfuture doom.

Early in October, when the corn was cut and stacked andsome of it was already threshed, a flight of pigeons camewhirling through the air and alighted in the yard of AnimalFarm in the wildest excitement. Jones and all his men, withhalf a dozen others from Foxwood and Pinchfield, had en-tered the five-barred gate and were coming up the cart-trackthat led to the farm. They were all carrying sticks, exceptJones, who was marching ahead with a gun in his hands.Obviously they were going to attempt the recapture of thefarm.

This had long been expected, and all preparations hadbeen made. Snowball, who had studied an old book ofJulius Caesar’s campaigns which he had found in the farm-house, was in charge of the defensive operations. He gavehis orders quickly, and in a couple of minutes every animalwas at his post.

As the human beings approached the farm buildings,Snowball launched his first attack. All the pigeons, to thenumber of thirty-five, flew to and fro over the men’s headsand muted upon them from mid-air; and while the menwere dealing with this, the geese, who had been hidingbehind the hedge, rushed out and pecked viciously at thecalves of their legs. However, this was only a light skirmish-ing manoeuvre, intended to create a little disorder, and themen easily drove the geese off with their sticks. Snowballnow launched his second line of attack. Muriel, Benjamin,and all the sheep, with Snowball at the head of them, rushedforward and prodded and butted the men from every side,while Benjamin turned around and lashed at them with hissmall hoofs. But once again the men, with their sticks andtheir hobnailed boots, were too strong for them; and sud-denly, at a squeal from Snowball, which was the signal forretreat, all the animals turned and fled through the gatewayinto the yard.

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them in disorder. This was just what Snowball had in-tended. As soon as they were well inside the yard, the threehorses, the three cows, and the rest of the pigs, who hadbeen lying in ambush in the cowshed, suddenly emergedin their rear, cutting them off. Snowball now gave the sig-nal for the charge. He himself dashed straight for Jones.Jones saw him coming, raised his gun and fired. The pelletsscored bloody streaks along Snowball’s back, and a sheepdropped dead. Without halting for an instant, Snowballflung his fifteen stone against Jones’s legs. Jones was hurledinto a pile of dung and his gun flew out of his hands. Butthe most terrifying spectacle of all was Boxer, rearing up onhis hind legs and striking out with his great iron-shod hoofslike a stallion. His very first blow took a stable-lad fromFoxwood on the skull and stretched him lifeless in the mud.At the sight, several men dropped their sticks and tried torun. Panic overtook them, and the next moment all the ani-mals together were chasing them round and round the yard.They were gored, kicked, bitten, trampled on. There wasnot an animal on the farm that did not take vengeance onthem after his own fashion. Even the cat suddenly leapt offa roof onto a cowman’s shoulders and sank her claws in hisneck, at which he yelled horribly. At a moment when theopening was clear, the men were glad enough to rush out ofthe yard and make a bolt for the main road. And so withinfive minutes of their invasion they were in ignominious re-treat by the same way as they had come, with a flock ofgeese hissing after them and pecking at their calves all theway.

All the men were gone except one. Back in the yard Boxerwas pawing with his hoof at the stable-lad who lay facedown in the mud, trying to turn him over. The boy did notstir.

“He is dead,” said Boxer sorrowfully. “I had no intentionof doing that. I forgot that I was wearing iron shoes. Whowill believe that I did not do this on purpose?”

“No sentimentality, comrade!” cried Snowball fromwhose wounds the blood was still dripping. “War is war.The only good human being is a dead one.”

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“I have no wish to take life, not even human life,” re-peated Boxer, and his eyes were full of tears.

“Where is Mollie?” exclaimed somebody.

Mollie in fact was missing. For a moment there was greatalarm; it was feared that the men might have harmed herin some way, or even carried her off with them. In the end,however, she was found hiding in her stall with her headburied among the hay in the manger. She had taken to flightas soon as the gun went off. And when the others came backfrom looking for her, it was to find that the stable-lad, whoin fact was only stunned, had already recovered and madeoff.

The animals had now reassembled in the wildest excite-ment, each recounting his own exploits in the battle at thetop of his voice. An impromptu celebration of the victorywas held immediately. The flag was run up and ‘Beasts ofEngland’ was sung a number of times, then the sheep whohad been killed was given a solemn funeral, a hawthornbush being planted on her grave. At the graveside Snowballmade a little speech, emphasising the need for all animals tobe ready to die for Animal Farm if need be.

The animals decided unanimously to create a militarydecoration, “Animal Hero, First Class,” which was con-ferred there and then on Snowball and Boxer. It consistedof a brass medal (they were really some old horse-brasseswhich had been found in the harness-room), to be wornon Sundays and holidays. There was also “Animal Hero,Second Class,” which was conferred posthumously on thedead sheep.

There was much discussion as to what the battle shouldbe called. In the end, it was named the Battle of the Cow-shed, since that was where the ambush had been sprung.Mr. Jones’s gun had been found lying in the mud, and it wasknown that there was a supply of cartridges in the farm-house. It was decided to set the gun up at the foot of theFlagstaff, like a piece of artillery, and to fire it twice a year–once on October the twelfth, the anniversary of the Battle

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of the Cowshed, and once on Midsummer Day, the anniver-sary of the Rebellion.

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AS winter drew on, Mollie became more and more trou-blesome. She was late for work every morning and ex-

cused herself by saying that she had overslept, and she com-plained of mysterious pains, although her appetite was ex-cellent. On every kind of pretext she would run away fromwork and go to the drinking pool, where she would standfoolishly gazing at her own reflection in the water. But therewere also rumours of something more serious. One day, asMollie strolled blithely into the yard, flirting her long tailand chewing at a stalk of hay, Clover took her aside.

“Mollie,” she said, “I have something very serious to sayto you. This morning I saw you looking over the hedgethat divides Animal Farm from Foxwood. One of Mr. Pilk-ington’s men was standing on the other side of the hedge.And–I was a long way away, but I am almost certain I sawthis–he was talking to you and you were allowing him tostroke your nose. What does that mean, Mollie?”

“He didn’t! I wasn’t! It isn’t true!” cried Mollie, begin-ning to prance about and paw the ground.

“Mollie! Look me in the face. Do you give me your wordof honour that that man was not stroking your nose?”

“It isn’t true!” repeated Mollie, but she could not lookClover in the face, and the next moment she took to herheels and galloped away into the field.

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with her hoof. Hidden under the straw was a little pileof lump sugar and several bunches of ribbon of differentcolours.

Three days later Mollie disappeared. For some weeksnothing was known of her whereabouts, then the pigeonsreported that they had seen her on the other side of Willing-don. She was between the shafts of a smart dogcart paintedred and black, which was standing outside a public-house.A fat red-faced man in check breeches and gaiters, wholooked like a publican, was stroking her nose and feedingher with sugar. Her coat was newly clipped and she worea scarlet ribbon round her forelock. She appeared to be en-joying herself, so the pigeons said. None of the animals evermentioned Mollie again.

In January there came bitterly hard weather. The earthwas like iron, and nothing could be done in the fields. Manymeetings were held in the big barn, and the pigs occupiedthemselves with planning out the work of the coming sea-son. It had come to be accepted that the pigs, who weremanifestly cleverer than the other animals, should decideall questions of farm policy, though their decisions had tobe ratified by a majority vote. This arrangement would haveworked well enough if it had not been for the disputes be-tween Snowball and Napoleon. These two disagreed at ev-ery point where disagreement was possible. If one of themsuggested sowing a bigger acreage with barley, the otherwas certain to demand a bigger acreage of oats, and if oneof them said that such and such a field was just right forcabbages, the other would declare that it was useless foranything except roots. Each had his own following, andthere were some violent debates. At the Meetings Snow-ball often won over the majority by his brilliant speeches,but Napoleon was better at canvassing support for himselfin between times. He was especially successful with thesheep. Of late the sheep had taken to bleating “Four legsgood, two legs bad” both in and out of season, and they of-ten interrupted the Meeting with this. It was noticed thatthey were especially liable to break into “Four legs good,two legs bad” at crucial moments in Snowball’s speeches.

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Snowball had made a close study of some back numbers ofthe ‘Farmer and Stockbreeder’ which he had found in thefarmhouse, and was full of plans for innovations and im-provements. He talked learnedly about field drains, silage,and basic slag, and had worked out a complicated schemefor all the animals to drop their dung directly in the fields,at a different spot every day, to save the labour of cartage.Napoleon produced no schemes of his own, but said quietlythat Snowball’s would come to nothing, and seemed to bebiding his time. But of all their controversies, none was sobitter as the one that took place over the windmill.

In the long pasture, not far from the farm buildings, therewas a small knoll which was the highest point on the farm.After surveying the ground, Snowball declared that thiswas just the place for a windmill, which could be madeto operate a dynamo and supply the farm with electricalpower. This would light the stalls and warm them in winter,and would also run a circular saw, a chaff-cutter, a mangel-slicer, and an electric milking machine. The animals hadnever heard of anything of this kind before (for the farm wasan old-fashioned one and had only the most primitive ma-chinery), and they listened in astonishment while Snowballconjured up pictures of fantastic machines which would dotheir work for them while they grazed at their ease in thefields or improved their minds with reading and conversa-tion.

Within a few weeks Snowball’s plans for the windmillwere fully worked out. The mechanical details came mostlyfrom three books which had belonged to Mr. Jones–’OneThousand Useful Things to Do About the House’, ‘EveryMan His Own Bricklayer’, and ‘Electricity for Beginners’.Snowball used as his study a shed which had once beenused for incubators and had a smooth wooden floor, suit-able for drawing on. He was closeted there for hours ata time. With his books held open by a stone, and with apiece of chalk gripped between the knuckles of his trotter,he would move rapidly to and fro, drawing in line afterline and uttering little whimpers of excitement. Graduallythe plans grew into a complicated mass of cranks and cog-

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wheels, covering more than half the floor, which the otheranimals found completely unintelligible but very impres-sive. All of them came to look at Snowball’s drawings atleast once a day. Even the hens and ducks came, and were atpains not to tread on the chalk marks. Only Napoleon heldaloof. He had declared himself against the windmill fromthe start. One day, however, he arrived unexpectedly to ex-amine the plans. He walked heavily round the shed, lookedclosely at every detail of the plans and snuffed at them onceor twice, then stood for a little while contemplating themout of the corner of his eye; then suddenly he lifted his leg,urinated over the plans, and walked out without uttering aword.

The whole farm was deeply divided on the subject of thewindmill. Snowball did not deny that to build it would bea difficult business. Stone would have to be carried andbuilt up into walls, then the sails would have to be madeand after that there would be need for dynamos and cables.(How these were to be procured, Snowball did not say.)But he maintained that it could all be done in a year. Andthereafter, he declared, so much labour would be saved thatthe animals would only need to work three days a week.Napoleon, on the other hand, argued that the great needof the moment was to increase food production, and that ifthey wasted time on the windmill they would all starve todeath. The animals formed themselves into two factions un-der the slogan, “Vote for Snowball and the three-day week”and “Vote for Napoleon and the full manger.” Benjaminwas the only animal who did not side with either faction.He refused to believe either that food would become moreplentiful or that the windmill would save work. Windmillor no windmill, he said, life would go on as it had alwaysgone on–that is, badly.

Apart from the disputes over the windmill, there was thequestion of the defence of the farm. It was fully realisedthat though the human beings had been defeated in the Bat-tle of the Cowshed they might make another and more de-termined attempt to recapture the farm and reinstate Mr.Jones. They had all the more reason for doing so because the

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news of their defeat had spread across the countryside andmade the animals on the neighbouring farms more restivethan ever. As usual, Snowball and Napoleon were in dis-agreement. According to Napoleon, what the animals mustdo was to procure firearms and train themselves in the useof them. According to Snowball, they must send out moreand more pigeons and stir up rebellion among the animalson the other farms. The one argued that if they could notdefend themselves they were bound to be conquered, theother argued that if rebellions happened everywhere theywould have no need to defend themselves. The animals lis-tened first to Napoleon, then to Snowball, and could notmake up their minds which was right; indeed, they al-ways found themselves in agreement with the one who wasspeaking at the moment.

At last the day came when Snowball’s plans were com-pleted. At the Meeting on the following Sunday the ques-tion of whether or not to begin work on the windmill was tobe put to the vote. When the animals had assembled in thebig barn, Snowball stood up and, though occasionally inter-rupted by bleating from the sheep, set forth his reasons foradvocating the building of the windmill. Then Napoleonstood up to reply. He said very quietly that the windmillwas nonsense and that he advised nobody to vote for it, andpromptly sat down again; he had spoken for barely thirtyseconds, and seemed almost indifferent as to the effect heproduced. At this Snowball sprang to his feet, and shoutingdown the sheep, who had begun bleating again, broke intoa passionate appeal in favour of the windmill. Until nowthe animals had been about equally divided in their sym-pathies, but in a moment Snowball’s eloquence had carriedthem away. In glowing sentences he painted a picture ofAnimal Farm as it might be when sordid labour was liftedfrom the animals’ backs. His imagination had now runfar beyond chaff-cutters and turnip-slicers. Electricity, hesaid, could operate threshing machines, ploughs, harrows,rollers, and reapers and binders, besides supplying everystall with its own electric light, hot and cold water, and anelectric heater. By the time he had finished speaking, there

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was no doubt as to which way the vote would go. But justat this moment Napoleon stood up and, casting a peculiarsidelong look at Snowball, uttered a high-pitched whimperof a kind no one had ever heard him utter before.

At this there was a terrible baying sound outside, andnine enormous dogs wearing brass-studded collars camebounding into the barn. They dashed straight for Snowball,who only sprang from his place just in time to escape theirsnapping jaws. In a moment he was out of the door and theywere after him. Too amazed and frightened to speak, allthe animals crowded through the door to watch the chase.Snowball was racing across the long pasture that led to theroad. He was running as only a pig can run, but the dogswere close on his heels. Suddenly he slipped and it seemedcertain that they had him. Then he was up again, runningfaster than ever, then the dogs were gaining on him again.One of them all but closed his jaws on Snowball’s tail, butSnowball whisked it free just in time. Then he put on anextra spurt and, with a few inches to spare, slipped througha hole in the hedge and was seen no more.

Silent and terrified, the animals crept back into the barn.In a moment the dogs came bounding back. At first noone had been able to imagine where these creatures camefrom, but the problem was soon solved: they were the pup-pies whom Napoleon had taken away from their mothersand reared privately. Though not yet full-grown, they werehuge dogs, and as fierce-looking as wolves. They kept closeto Napoleon. It was noticed that they wagged their tails tohim in the same way as the other dogs had been used to doto Mr. Jones.

Napoleon, with the dogs following him, now mountedon to the raised portion of the floor where Major had previ-ously stood to deliver his speech. He announced that fromnow on the Sunday-morning Meetings would come to anend. They were unnecessary, he said, and wasted time.In future all questions relating to the working of the farmwould be settled by a special committee of pigs, presidedover by himself. These would meet in private and after-

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wards communicate their decisions to the others. The an-imals would still assemble on Sunday mornings to salutethe flag, sing ‘Beasts of England’, and receive their ordersfor the week; but there would be no more debates.

In spite of the shock that Snowball’s expulsion had giventhem, the animals were dismayed by this announcement.Several of them would have protested if they could havefound the right arguments. Even Boxer was vaguely trou-bled. He set his ears back, shook his forelock several times,and tried hard to marshal his thoughts; but in the end hecould not think of anything to say. Some of the pigs them-selves, however, were more articulate. Four young porkersin the front row uttered shrill squeals of disapproval, andall four of them sprang to their feet and began speakingat once. But suddenly the dogs sitting round Napoleon letout deep, menacing growls, and the pigs fell silent and satdown again. Then the sheep broke out into a tremendousbleating of “Four legs good, two legs bad!” which went onfor nearly a quarter of an hour and put an end to any chanceof discussion.

Afterwards Squealer was sent round the farm to explainthe new arrangement to the others.

“Comrades,” he said, “I trust that every animal here ap-preciates the sacrifice that Comrade Napoleon has madein taking this extra labour upon himself. Do not imagine,comrades, that leadership is a pleasure! On the contrary, itis a deep and heavy responsibility. No one believes morefirmly than Comrade Napoleon that all animals are equal.He would be only too happy to let you make your decisionsfor yourselves. But sometimes you might make the wrongdecisions, comrades, and then where should we be? Sup-pose you had decided to follow Snowball, with his moon-shine of windmills–Snowball, who, as we now know, wasno better than a criminal?”

“He fought bravely at the Battle of the Cowshed,” saidsomebody.

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Cowshed, I believe the time will come when we shall findthat Snowball’s part in it was much exaggerated. Discipline,comrades, iron discipline! That is the watchword for today.One false step, and our enemies would be upon us. Surely,comrades, you do not want Jones back?”

Once again this argument was unanswerable. Certainlythe animals did not want Jones back; if the holding of de-bates on Sunday mornings was liable to bring him back,then the debates must stop. Boxer, who had now had timeto think things over, voiced the general feeling by saying:“If Comrade Napoleon says it, it must be right.” And fromthen on he adopted the maxim, “Napoleon is always right,”in addition to his private motto of “I will work harder.”

By this time the weather had broken and the springploughing had begun. The shed where Snowball haddrawn his plans of the windmill had been shut up and itwas assumed that the plans had been rubbed off the floor.Every Sunday morning at ten o’clock the animals assem-bled in the big barn to receive their orders for the week.The skull of old Major, now clean of flesh, had been disin-terred from the orchard and set up on a stump at the foot ofthe flagstaff, beside the gun. After the hoisting of the flag,the animals were required to file past the skull in a rever-ent manner before entering the barn. Nowadays they didnot sit all together as they had done in the past. Napoleon,with Squealer and another pig named Minimus, who hada remarkable gift for composing songs and poems, sat onthe front of the raised platform, with the nine young dogsforming a semicircle round them, and the other pigs sittingbehind. The rest of the animals sat facing them in the mainbody of the barn. Napoleon read out the orders for the weekin a gruff soldierly style, and after a single singing of ‘Beastsof England’, all the animals dispersed.

On the third Sunday after Snowball’s expulsion, the ani-mals were somewhat surprised to hear Napoleon announcethat the windmill was to be built after all. He did notgive any reason for having changed his mind, but merelywarned the animals that this extra task would mean very

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hard work, it might even be necessary to reduce their ra-tions. The plans, however, had all been prepared, down tothe last detail. A special committee of pigs had been at workupon them for the past three weeks. The building of thewindmill, with various other improvements, was expectedto take two years.

That evening Squealer explained privately to the otheranimals that Napoleon had never in reality been opposed tothe windmill. On the contrary, it was he who had advocatedit in the beginning, and the plan which Snowball had drawnon the floor of the incubator shed had actually been stolenfrom among Napoleon’s papers. The windmill was, in fact,Napoleon’s own creation. Why, then, asked somebody, hadhe spoken so strongly against it? Here Squealer looked verysly. That, he said, was Comrade Napoleon’s cunning. Hehad SEEMED to oppose the windmill, simply as a manoeu-vre to get rid of Snowball, who was a dangerous characterand a bad influence. Now that Snowball was out of the way,the plan could go forward without his interference. This,said Squealer, was something called tactics. He repeateda number of times, “Tactics, comrades, tactics!” skippinground and whisking his tail with a merry laugh. The ani-mals were not certain what the word meant, but Squealerspoke so persuasively, and the three dogs who happenedto be with him growled so threateningly, that they acceptedhis explanation without further questions.

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ALL that year the animals worked like slaves. But theywere happy in their work; they grudged no effort or

sacrifice, well aware that everything that they did was forthe benefit of themselves and those of their kind who wouldcome after them, and not for a pack of idle, thieving humanbeings.

Throughout the spring and summer they worked a sixty-hour week, and in August Napoleon announced that therewould be work on Sunday afternoons as well. This workwas strictly voluntary, but any animal who absented him-self from it would have his rations reduced by half. Even so,it was found necessary to leave certain tasks undone. Theharvest was a little less successful than in the previous year,and two fields which should have been sown with roots inthe early summer were not sown because the ploughing hadnot been completed early enough. It was possible to foreseethat the coming winter would be a hard one.

The windmill presented unexpected difficulties. Therewas a good quarry of limestone on the farm, and plenty ofsand and cement had been found in one of the outhouses,so that all the materials for building were at hand. But theproblem the animals could not at first solve was how tobreak up the stone into pieces of suitable size. There seemedno way of doing this except with picks and crowbars, whichno animal could use, because no animal could stand on hishind legs. Only after weeks of vain effort did the right idea

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occur to somebody-namely, to utilise the force of gravity.Huge boulders, far too big to be used as they were, were ly-ing all over the bed of the quarry. The animals lashed ropesround these, and then all together, cows, horses, sheep, anyanimal that could lay hold of the rope–even the pigs some-times joined in at critical moments–they dragged them withdesperate slowness up the slope to the top of the quarry,where they were toppled over the edge, to shatter to piecesbelow. Transporting the stone when it was once broken wascomparatively simple. The horses carried it off in cart-loads,the sheep dragged single blocks, even Muriel and Benjaminyoked themselves into an old governess-cart and did theirshare. By late summer a sufficient store of stone had accu-mulated, and then the building began, under the superin-tendence of the pigs.

But it was a slow, laborious process. Frequently it took awhole day of exhausting effort to drag a single boulder tothe top of the quarry, and sometimes when it was pushedover the edge it failed to break. Nothing could have beenachieved without Boxer, whose strength seemed equal tothat of all the rest of the animals put together. When theboulder began to slip and the animals cried out in despairat finding themselves dragged down the hill, it was alwaysBoxer who strained himself against the rope and broughtthe boulder to a stop. To see him toiling up the slope inchby inch, his breath coming fast, the tips of his hoofs clawingat the ground, and his great sides matted with sweat, filledeveryone with admiration. Clover warned him sometimesto be careful not to overstrain himself, but Boxer wouldnever listen to her. His two slogans, “I will work harder”and “Napoleon is always right,” seemed to him a sufficientanswer to all problems. He had made arrangements withthe cockerel to call him three-quarters of an hour earlier inthe mornings instead of half an hour. And in his spare mo-ments, of which there were not many nowadays, he wouldgo alone to the quarry, collect a load of broken stone, anddrag it down to the site of the windmill unassisted.

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food than they had had in Jones’s day, at least they did nothave less. The advantage of only having to feed themselves,and not having to support five extravagant human beingsas well, was so great that it would have taken a lot of fail-ures to outweigh it. And in many ways the animal methodof doing things was more efficient and saved labour. Suchjobs as weeding, for instance, could be done with a thor-oughness impossible to human beings. And again, sinceno animal now stole, it was unnecessary to fence off pas-ture from arable land, which saved a lot of labour on theupkeep of hedges and gates. Nevertheless, as the summerwore on, various unforeseen shortages began to make themselves felt. There was need of paraffin oil, nails, string, dogbiscuits, and iron for the horses’ shoes, none of which couldbe produced on the farm. Later there would also be needfor seeds and artificial manures, besides various tools and,finally, the machinery for the windmill. How these were tobe procured, no one was able to imagine.

One Sunday morning, when the animals assembled toreceive their orders, Napoleon announced that he had de-cided upon a new policy. From now onwards Animal Farmwould engage in trade with the neighbouring farms: not,of course, for any commercial purpose, but simply in orderto obtain certain materials which were urgently necessary.The needs of the windmill must override everything else, hesaid. He was therefore making arrangements to sell a stackof hay and part of the current year’s wheat crop, and lateron, if more money were needed, it would have to be madeup by the sale of eggs, for which there was always a marketin Willingdon. The hens, said Napoleon, should welcomethis sacrifice as their own special contribution towards thebuilding of the windmill.

Once again the animals were conscious of a vague un-easiness. Never to have any dealings with human beings,never to engage in trade, never to make use of money–hadnot these been among the earliest resolutions passed at thatfirst triumphant Meeting after Jones was expelled? All theanimals remembered passing such resolutions: or at leastthey thought that they remembered it. The four young pigs

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who had protested when Napoleon abolished the Meetingsraised their voices timidly, but they were promptly silencedby a tremendous growling from the dogs. Then, as usual,the sheep broke into “Four legs good, two legs bad!” andthe momentary awkwardness was smoothed over. FinallyNapoleon raised his trotter for silence and announced thathe had already made all the arrangements. There wouldbe no need for any of the animals to come in contact withhuman beings, which would clearly be most undesirable.He intended to take the whole burden upon his own shoul-ders. A Mr. Whymper, a solicitor living in Willingdon, hadagreed to act as intermediary between Animal Farm andthe outside world, and would visit the farm every Mon-day morning to receive his instructions. Napoleon endedhis speech with his usual cry of “Long live Animal Farm!”and after the singing of ‘Beasts of England’ the animals weredismissed.

Afterwards Squealer made a round of the farm and set theanimals’ minds at rest. He assured them that the resolutionagainst engaging in trade and using money had never beenpassed, or even suggested. It was pure imagination, proba-bly traceable in the beginning to lies circulated by Snowball.A few animals still felt faintly doubtful, but Squealer askedthem shrewdly, “Are you certain that this is not somethingthat you have dreamed, comrades? Have you any recordof such a resolution? Is it written down anywhere?” Andsince it was certainly true that nothing of the kind existed inwriting, the animals were satisfied that they had been mis-taken.

Every Monday Mr. Whymper visited the farm as hadbeen arranged. He was a sly-looking little man with sidewhiskers, a solicitor in a very small way of business, butsharp enough to have realised earlier than anyone else thatAnimal Farm would need a broker and that the commis-sions would be worth having. The animals watched hiscoming and going with a kind of dread, and avoided him asmuch as possible. Nevertheless, the sight of Napoleon, onall fours, delivering orders to Whymper, who stood on twolegs, roused their pride and partly reconciled them to the

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new arrangement. Their relations with the human race werenow not quite the same as they had been before. The humanbeings did not hate Animal Farm any less now that it wasprospering; indeed, they hated it more than ever. Every hu-man being held it as an article of faith that the farm wouldgo bankrupt sooner or later, and, above all, that the wind-mill would be a failure. They would meet in the public-houses and prove to one another by means of diagrams thatthe windmill was bound to fall down, or that if it did standup, then that it would never work. And yet, against theirwill, they had developed a certain respect for the efficiencywith which the animals were managing their own affairs.One symptom of this was that they had begun to call Ani-mal Farm by its proper name and ceased to pretend that itwas called the Manor Farm. They had also dropped theirchampionship of Jones, who had given up hope of gettinghis farm back and gone to live in another part of the county.Except through Whymper, there was as yet no contact be-tween Animal Farm and the outside world, but there wereconstant rumours that Napoleon was about to enter into adefinite business agreement either with Mr. Pilkington ofFoxwood or with Mr. Frederick of Pinchfield–but never, itwas noticed, with both simultaneously.

It was about this time that the pigs suddenly moved intothe farmhouse and took up their residence there. Again theanimals seemed to remember that a resolution against thishad been passed in the early days, and again Squealer wasable to convince them that this was not the case. It wasabsolutely necessary, he said, that the pigs, who were thebrains of the farm, should have a quiet place to work in.It was also more suited to the dignity of the Leader (for oflate he had taken to speaking of Napoleon under the title of“Leader“) to live in a house than in a mere sty. Neverthe-less, some of the animals were disturbed when they heardthat the pigs not only took their meals in the kitchen andused the drawing-room as a recreation room, but also sleptin the beds. Boxer passed it off as usual with “Napoleon isalways right!”, but Clover, who thought she remembered adefinite ruling against beds, went to the end of the barn and

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tried to puzzle out the Seven Commandments which wereinscribed there. Finding herself unable to read more thanindividual letters, she fetched Muriel.

“Muriel,” she said, “read me the Fourth Commandment.Does it not say something about never sleeping in a bed?”

With some difficulty Muriel spelt it out.“It says, ‘No animal shall sleep in a bed with sheets,”’ she

announced finally.Curiously enough, Clover had not remembered that the

Fourth Commandment mentioned sheets; but as it wasthere on the wall, it must have done so. And Squealer, whohappened to be passing at this moment, attended by two orthree dogs, was able to put the whole matter in its properperspective.

“You have heard then, comrades,” he said, “that we pigsnow sleep in the beds of the farmhouse? And why not?You did not suppose, surely, that there was ever a rulingagainst beds? A bed merely means a place to sleep in. Apile of straw in a stall is a bed, properly regarded. The rulewas against sheets, which are a human invention. We haveremoved the sheets from the farmhouse beds, and sleep be-tween blankets. And very comfortable beds they are too!But not more comfortable than we need, I can tell you, com-rades, with all the brainwork we have to do nowadays. Youwould not rob us of our repose, would you, comrades? Youwould not have us too tired to carry out our duties? Surelynone of you wishes to see Jones back?”

The animals reassured him on this point immediately,and no more was said about the pigs sleeping in the farm-house beds. And when, some days afterwards, it was an-nounced that from now on the pigs would get up an hourlater in the mornings than the other animals, no complaintwas made about that either.

By the autumn the animals were tired but happy. Theyhad had a hard year, and after the sale of part of the hayand corn, the stores of food for the winter were none tooplentiful, but the windmill compensated for everything. It

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was almost half built now. After the harvest there was astretch of clear dry weather, and the animals toiled harderthan ever, thinking it well worth while to plod to and fro allday with blocks of stone if by doing so they could raise thewalls another foot. Boxer would even come out at nightsand work for an hour or two on his own by the light of theharvest moon. In their spare moments the animals wouldwalk round and round the half-finished mill, admiring thestrength and perpendicularity of its walls and marvellingthat they should ever have been able to build anything soimposing. Only old Benjamin refused to grow enthusiasticabout the windmill, though, as usual, he would utter noth-ing beyond the cryptic remark that donkeys live a long time.

November came, with raging south-west winds. Buildinghad to stop because it was now too wet to mix the cement.Finally there came a night when the gale was so violent thatthe farm buildings rocked on their foundations and severaltiles were blown off the roof of the barn. The hens wokeup squawking with terror because they had all dreamed si-multaneously of hearing a gun go off in the distance. Inthe morning the animals came out of their stalls to find thatthe flagstaff had been blown down and an elm tree at thefoot of the orchard had been plucked up like a radish. Theyhad just noticed this when a cry of despair broke from ev-ery animal’s throat. A terrible sight had met their eyes. Thewindmill was in ruins.

With one accord they dashed down to the spot.Napoleon, who seldom moved out of a walk, raced aheadof them all. Yes, there it lay, the fruit of all their strug-gles, levelled to its foundations, the stones they had brokenand carried so laboriously scattered all around. Unable atfirst to speak, they stood gazing mournfully at the litter offallen stone. Napoleon paced to and fro in silence, occa-sionally snuffing at the ground. His tail had grown rigidand twitched sharply from side to side, a sign in him ofintense mental activity. Suddenly he halted as though hismind were made up.

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in the night and overthrown our windmill? SNOWBALL!”he suddenly roared in a voice of thunder. “Snowball hasdone this thing! In sheer malignity, thinking to set backour plans and avenge himself for his ignominious expul-sion, this traitor has crept here under cover of night anddestroyed our work of nearly a year. Comrades, here andnow I pronounce the death sentence upon Snowball. ‘Ani-mal Hero, Second Class,’ and half a bushel of apples to anyanimal who brings him to justice. A full bushel to anyonewho captures him alive!”

The animals were shocked beyond measure to learn thateven Snowball could be guilty of such an action. There wasa cry of indignation, and everyone began thinking out waysof catching Snowball if he should ever come back. Almostimmediately the footprints of a pig were discovered in thegrass at a little distance from the knoll. They could onlybe traced for a few yards, but appeared to lead to a holein the hedge. Napoleon snuffed deeply at them and pro-nounced them to be Snowball’s. He gave it as his opinionthat Snowball had probably come from the direction of Fox-wood Farm.

“No more delays, comrades!” cried Napoleon when thefootprints had been examined. “There is work to be done.This very morning we begin rebuilding the windmill, andwe will build all through the winter, rain or shine. We willteach this miserable traitor that he cannot undo our workso easily. Remember, comrades, there must be no alter-ation in our plans: they shall be carried out to the day. For-ward, comrades! Long live the windmill! Long live AnimalFarm!”

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IT was a bitter winter. The stormy weather was followedby sleet and snow, and then by a hard frost which did not

break till well into February. The animals carried on as bestthey could with the rebuilding of the windmill, well know-ing that the outside world was watching them and that theenvious human beings would rejoice and triumph if the millwere not finished on time.

Out of spite, the human beings pretended not to believethat it was Snowball who had destroyed the windmill: theysaid that it had fallen down because the walls were too thin.The animals knew that this was not the case. Still, it hadbeen decided to build the walls three feet thick this timeinstead of eighteen inches as before, which meant collect-ing much larger quantities of stone. For a long time thequarry was full of snowdrifts and nothing could be done.Some progress was made in the dry frosty weather that fol-lowed, but it was cruel work, and the animals could notfeel so hopeful about it as they had felt before. They werealways cold, and usually hungry as well. Only Boxer andClover never lost heart. Squealer made excellent speecheson the joy of service and the dignity of labour, but the otheranimals found more inspiration in Boxer’s strength and hisnever-failing cry of “I will work harder!”

In January food fell short. The corn ration was drasticallyreduced, and it was announced that an extra potato rationwould be issued to make up for it. Then it was discovered

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that the greater part of the potato crop had been frosted inthe clamps, which had not been covered thickly enough.The potatoes had become soft and discoloured, and only afew were edible. For days at a time the animals had noth-ing to eat but chaff and mangels. Starvation seemed to starethem in the face.

It was vitally necessary to conceal this fact from the out-side world. Emboldened by the collapse of the windmill,the human beings were inventing fresh lies about AnimalFarm. Once again it was being put about that all the ani-mals were dying of famine and disease, and that they werecontinually fighting among themselves and had resorted tocannibalism and infanticide. Napoleon was well aware ofthe bad results that might follow if the real facts of the foodsituation were known, and he decided to make use of Mr.Whymper to spread a contrary impression. Hitherto theanimals had had little or no contact with Whymper on hisweekly visits: now, however, a few selected animals, mostlysheep, were instructed to remark casually in his hearing thatrations had been increased. In addition, Napoleon orderedthe almost empty bins in the store-shed to be filled nearly tothe brim with sand, which was then covered up with whatremained of the grain and meal. On some suitable pretextWhymper was led through the store-shed and allowed tocatch a glimpse of the bins. He was deceived, and contin-ued to report to the outside world that there was no foodshortage on Animal Farm.

Nevertheless, towards the end of January it became obvi-ous that it would be necessary to procure some more grainfrom somewhere. In these days Napoleon rarely appearedin public, but spent all his time in the farmhouse, which wasguarded at each door by fierce-looking dogs. When he didemerge, it was in a ceremonial manner, with an escort ofsix dogs who closely surrounded him and growled if any-one came too near. Frequently he did not even appear onSunday mornings, but issued his orders through one of theother pigs, usually Squealer.

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eggs. Napoleon had accepted, through Whymper, a con-tract for four hundred eggs a week. The price of thesewould pay for enough grain and meal to keep the farm go-ing till summer came on and conditions were easier.

When the hens heard this, they raised a terrible outcry.They had been warned earlier that this sacrifice might benecessary, but had not believed that it would really happen.They were just getting their clutches ready for the spring sit-ting, and they protested that to take the eggs away now wasmurder. For the first time since the expulsion of Jones, therewas something resembling a rebellion. Led by three youngBlack Minorca pullets, the hens made a determined effortto thwart Napoleon’s wishes. Their method was to fly up tothe rafters and there lay their eggs, which smashed to pieceson the floor. Napoleon acted swiftly and ruthlessly. He or-dered the hens’ rations to be stopped, and decreed that anyanimal giving so much as a grain of corn to a hen shouldbe punished by death. The dogs saw to it that these orderswere carried out. For five days the hens held out, then theycapitulated and went back to their nesting boxes. Nine henshad died in the meantime. Their bodies were buried in theorchard, and it was given out that they had died of coccid-iosis. Whymper heard nothing of this affair, and the eggswere duly delivered, a grocer’s van driving up to the farmonce a week to take them away.

All this while no more had been seen of Snowball. He wasrumoured to be hiding on one of the neighbouring farms, ei-ther Foxwood or Pinchfield. Napoleon was by this time onslightly better terms with the other farmers than before. Ithappened that there was in the yard a pile of timber whichhad been stacked there ten years earlier when a beech spin-ney was cleared. It was well seasoned, and Whymper hadadvised Napoleon to sell it; both Mr. Pilkington and Mr.Frederick were anxious to buy it. Napoleon was hesitatingbetween the two, unable to make up his mind. It was no-ticed that whenever he seemed on the point of coming toan agreement with Frederick, Snowball was declared to bein hiding at Foxwood, while, when he inclined toward Pilk-ington, Snowball was said to be at Pinchfield.

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Suddenly, early in the spring, an alarming thing was dis-covered. Snowball was secretly frequenting the farm bynight! The animals were so disturbed that they could hardlysleep in their stalls. Every night, it was said, he came creep-ing in under cover of darkness and performed all kinds ofmischief. He stole the corn, he upset the milk-pails, he brokethe eggs, he trampled the seedbeds, he gnawed the barkoff the fruit trees. Whenever anything went wrong it be-came usual to attribute it to Snowball. If a window wasbroken or a drain was blocked up, someone was certain tosay that Snowball had come in the night and done it, andwhen the key of the store-shed was lost, the whole farmwas convinced that Snowball had thrown it down the well.Curiously enough, they went on believing this even afterthe mislaid key was found under a sack of meal. The cowsdeclared unanimously that Snowball crept into their stallsand milked them in their sleep. The rats, which had beentroublesome that winter, were also said to be in league withSnowball.

Napoleon decreed that there should be a full investiga-tion into Snowball’s activities. With his dogs in attendancehe set out and made a careful tour of inspection of the farmbuildings, the other animals following at a respectful dis-tance. At every few steps Napoleon stopped and snuffedthe ground for traces of Snowball’s footsteps, which, hesaid, he could detect by the smell. He snuffed in every cor-ner, in the barn, in the cow-shed, in the henhouses, in thevegetable garden, and found traces of Snowball almost ev-erywhere. He would put his snout to the ground, give sev-eral deep sniffs, ad exclaim in a terrible voice, “Snowball!He has been here! I can smell him distinctly!” and at theword “Snowball” all the dogs let out blood-curdling growlsand showed their side teeth.

The animals were thoroughly frightened. It seemed tothem as though Snowball were some kind of invisible in-fluence, pervading the air about them and menacing themwith all kinds of dangers. In the evening Squealer calledthem together, and with an alarmed expression on his facetold them that he had some serious news to report.

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“Comrades!” cried Squealer, making little nervous skips,“a most terrible thing has been discovered. Snowball hassold himself to Frederick of Pinchfield Farm, who is evennow plotting to attack us and take our farm away from us!Snowball is to act as his guide when the attack begins. Butthere is worse than that. We had thought that Snowball’s re-bellion was caused simply by his vanity and ambition. Butwe were wrong, comrades. Do you know what the real rea-son was? Snowball was in league with Jones from the verystart! He was Jones’s secret agent all the time. It has all beenproved by documents which he left behind him and whichwe have only just discovered. To my mind this explains agreat deal, comrades. Did we not see for ourselves how heattempted–fortunately without success–to get us defeatedand destroyed at the Battle of the Cowshed?”

The animals were stupefied. This was a wickedness faroutdoing Snowball’s destruction of the windmill. But it wassome minutes before they could fully take it in. They allremembered, or thought they remembered, how they hadseen Snowball charging ahead of them at the Battle of theCowshed, how he had rallied and encouraged them at ev-ery turn, and how he had not paused for an instant evenwhen the pellets from Jones’s gun had wounded his back.At first it was a little difficult to see how this fitted in withhis being on Jones’s side. Even Boxer, who seldom askedquestions, was puzzled. He lay down, tucked his fore hoofsbeneath him, shut his eyes, and with a hard effort managedto formulate his thoughts.

“I do not believe that,” he said. “Snowball fought bravelyat the Battle of the Cowshed. I saw him myself. Did wenot give him ‘Animal Hero, first Class,’ immediately after-wards?”

“That was our mistake, comrade. For we know now–itis all written down in the secret documents that we havefound–that in reality he was trying to lure us to our doom.”

“But he was wounded,” said Boxer. “We all saw him run-ning with blood.”

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“Jones’s shot only grazed him. I could show you this inhis own writing, if you were able to read it. The plot wasfor Snowball, at the critical moment, to give the signal forflight and leave the field to the enemy. And he very nearlysucceeded–I will even say, comrades, he would have suc-ceeded if it had not been for our heroic Leader, ComradeNapoleon. Do you not remember how, just at the momentwhen Jones and his men had got inside the yard, Snowballsuddenly turned and fled, and many animals followed him?And do you not remember, too, that it was just at that mo-ment, when panic was spreading and all seemed lost, thatComrade Napoleon sprang forward with a cry of ‘Death toHumanity!’ and sank his teeth in Jones’s leg? Surely you re-member that, comrades?” exclaimed Squealer, frisking fromside to side.

Now when Squealer described the scene so graphically,it seemed to the animals that they did remember it. At anyrate, they remembered that at the critical moment of the bat-tle Snowball had turned to flee. But Boxer was still a littleuneasy.

“I do not believe that Snowball was a traitor at the begin-ning,” he said finally. “What he has done since is different.But I believe that at the Battle of the Cowshed he was a goodcomrade.”

“Our Leader, Comrade Napoleon,” announced Squealer,speaking very slowly and firmly, “has stated categorically–categorically, comrade–that Snowball was Jones’s agentfrom the very beginning–yes, and from long before the Re-bellion was ever thought of.”

“Ah, that is different!” said Boxer. “If Comrade Napoleonsays it, it must be right.”

“That is the true spirit, comrade!” cried Squealer, but itwas noticed he cast a very ugly look at Boxer with his littletwinkling eyes. He turned to go, then paused and addedimpressively: “I warn every animal on this farm to keephis eyes very wide open. For we have reason to think thatsome of Snowball’s secret agents are lurking among us atthis moment!”

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Four days later, in the late afternoon, Napoleon orderedall the animals to assemble in the yard. When they were allgathered together, Napoleon emerged from the farmhouse,wearing both his medals (for he had recently awarded him-self “Animal Hero, First Class“, and “Animal Hero, SecondClass“), with his nine huge dogs frisking round him and ut-tering growls that sent shivers down all the animals’ spines.They all cowered silently in their places, seeming to knowin advance that some terrible thing was about to happen.

Napoleon stood sternly surveying his audience; thenhe uttered a high-pitched whimper. Immediately thedogs bounded forward, seized four of the pigs by theear and dragged them, squealing with pain and terror, toNapoleon’s feet. The pigs’ ears were bleeding, the dogshad tasted blood, and for a few moments they appearedto go quite mad. To the amazement of everybody, threeof them flung themselves upon Boxer. Boxer saw themcoming and put out his great hoof, caught a dog in mid-air, and pinned him to the ground. The dog shrieked formercy and the other two fled with their tails between theirlegs. Boxer looked at Napoleon to know whether he shouldcrush the dog to death or let it go. Napoleon appeared tochange countenance, and sharply ordered Boxer to let thedog go, whereat Boxer lifted his hoof, and the dog slunkaway, bruised and howling.

Presently the tumult died down. The four pigs waited,trembling, with guilt written on every line of their counte-nances. Napoleon now called upon them to confess theircrimes. They were the same four pigs as had protestedwhen Napoleon abolished the Sunday Meetings. Withoutany further prompting they confessed that they had beensecretly in touch with Snowball ever since his expulsion,that they had collaborated with him in destroying the wind-mill, and that they had entered into an agreement with himto hand over Animal Farm to Mr. Frederick. They addedthat Snowball had privately admitted to them that he hadbeen Jones’s secret agent for years past. When they had fin-ished their confession, the dogs promptly tore their throatsout, and in a terrible voice Napoleon demanded whether

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any other animal had anything to confess.The three hens who had been the ringleaders in the at-

tempted rebellion over the eggs now came forward andstated that Snowball had appeared to them in a dream andincited them to disobey Napoleon’s orders. They, too, wereslaughtered. Then a goose came forward and confessed tohaving secreted six ears of corn during the last year’s har-vest and eaten them in the night. Then a sheep confessedto having urinated in the drinking pool–urged to do this,so she said, by Snowball–and two other sheep confessedto having murdered an old ram, an especially devoted fol-lower of Napoleon, by chasing him round and round a bon-fire when he was suffering from a cough. They were allslain on the spot. And so the tale of confessions and exe-cutions went on, until there was a pile of corpses lying be-fore Napoleon’s feet and the air was heavy with the smell ofblood, which had been unknown there since the expulsionof Jones.

When it was all over, the remaining animals, except forthe pigs and dogs, crept away in a body. They wereshaken and miserable. They did not know which was moreshocking–the treachery of the animals who had leaguedthemselves with Snowball, or the cruel retribution theyhad just witnessed. In the old days there had often beenscenes of bloodshed equally terrible, but it seemed to allof them that it was far worse now that it was happeningamong themselves. Since Jones had left the farm, until to-day, no animal had killed another animal. Not even a rathad been killed. They had made their way on to the lit-tle knoll where the half-finished windmill stood, and withone accord they all lay down as though huddling togetherfor warmth–Clover, Muriel, Benjamin, the cows, the sheep,and a whole flock of geese and hens–everyone, indeed, ex-cept the cat, who had suddenly disappeared just beforeNapoleon ordered the animals to assemble. For some timenobody spoke. Only Boxer remained on his feet. He fid-geted to and fro, swishing his long black tail against hissides and occasionally uttering a little whinny of surprise.Finally he said:

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“I do not understand it. I would not have believed thatsuch things could happen on our farm. It must be due tosome fault in ourselves. The solution, as I see it, is to workharder. From now onwards I shall get up a full hour earlierin the mornings.”

And he moved off at his lumbering trot and made for thequarry. Having got there, he collected two successive loadsof stone and dragged them down to the windmill beforeretiring for the night.

The animals huddled about Clover, not speaking. Theknoll where they were lying gave them a wide prospectacross the countryside. Most of Animal Farm was withintheir view–the long pasture stretching down to the mainroad, the hayfield, the spinney, the drinking pool, theploughed fields where the young wheat was thick andgreen, and the red roofs of the farm buildings with thesmoke curling from the chimneys. It was a clear springevening. The grass and the bursting hedges were gildedby the level rays of the sun. Never had the farm–and witha kind of surprise they remembered that it was their ownfarm, every inch of it their own property–appeared to theanimals so desirable a place. As Clover looked down thehillside her eyes filled with tears. If she could have spo-ken her thoughts, it would have been to say that this wasnot what they had aimed at when they had set themselvesyears ago to work for the overthrow of the human race.These scenes of terror and slaughter were not what theyhad looked forward to on that night when old Major firststirred them to rebellion. If she herself had had any pic-ture of the future, it had been of a society of animals set freefrom hunger and the whip, all equal, each working accord-ing to his capacity, the strong protecting the weak, as shehad protected the lost brood of ducklings with her forelegon the night of Major’s speech. Instead–she did not knowwhy–they had come to a time when no one dared speak hismind, when fierce, growling dogs roamed everywhere, andwhen you had to watch your comrades torn to pieces afterconfessing to shocking crimes. There was no thought of re-bellion or disobedience in her mind. She knew that, even

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as things were, they were far better off than they had beenin the days of Jones, and that before all else it was needfulto prevent the return of the human beings. Whatever hap-pened she would remain faithful, work hard, carry out theorders that were given to her, and accept the leadership ofNapoleon. But still, it was not for this that she and all theother animals had hoped and toiled. It was not for this thatthey had built the windmill and faced the bullets of Jones’sgun. Such were her thoughts, though she lacked the wordsto express them.

At last, feeling this to be in some way a substitute for thewords she was unable to find, she began to sing ‘Beasts ofEngland’. The other animals sitting round her took it up,and they sang it three times over–very tunefully, but slowlyand mournfully, in a way they had never sung it before.

They had just finished singing it for the third time whenSquealer, attended by two dogs, approached them with theair of having something important to say. He announcedthat, by a special decree of Comrade Napoleon, ‘Beasts ofEngland’ had been abolished. From now onwards it wasforbidden to sing it.

The animals were taken aback.“Why?” cried Muriel.“It’s no longer needed, comrade,” said Squealer stiffly.

“‘Beasts of England’ was the song of the Rebellion. But theRebellion is now completed. The execution of the traitorsthis afternoon was the final act. The enemy both externaland internal has been defeated. In ‘Beasts of England’ weexpressed our longing for a better society in days to come.But that society has now been established. Clearly this songhas no longer any purpose.”

Frightened though they were, some of the animals mightpossibly have protested, but at this moment the sheep setup their usual bleating of “Four legs good, two legs bad,”which went on for several minutes and put an end to thediscussion.

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Minimus, the poet, had composed another song which be-gan:

Animal Farm, Animal Farm, Never through me shaltthou come to harm!

and this was sung every Sunday morning after the hoist-ing of the flag. But somehow neither the words nor the tuneever seemed to the animals to come up to ‘Beasts of Eng-land’.

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A few days later, when the terror caused by theexecutions had died down, some of the animals

remembered–or thought they remembered–that the SixthCommandment decreed “No animal shall kill any other ani-mal.” And though no one cared to mention it in the hearingof the pigs or the dogs, it was felt that the killings whichhad taken place did not square with this. Clover asked Ben-jamin to read her the Sixth Commandment, and when Ben-jamin, as usual, said that he refused to meddle in such mat-ters, she fetched Muriel. Muriel read the Commandment forher. It ran: “No animal shall kill any other animal WITH-OUT CAUSE.” Somehow or other, the last two words hadslipped out of the animals’ memory. But they saw now thatthe Commandment had not been violated; for clearly therewas good reason for killing the traitors who had leaguedthemselves with Snowball.

Throughout the year the animals worked even harderthan they had worked in the previous year. To rebuild thewindmill, with walls twice as thick as before, and to finishit by the appointed date, together with the regular work ofthe farm, was a tremendous labour. There were times whenit seemed to the animals that they worked longer hours andfed no better than they had done in Jones’s day. On Sundaymornings Squealer, holding down a long strip of paper withhis trotter, would read out to them lists of figures provingthat the production of every class of foodstuff had increased

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by two hundred per cent, three hundred per cent, or fivehundred per cent, as the case might be. The animals saw noreason to disbelieve him, especially as they could no longerremember very clearly what conditions had been like be-fore the Rebellion. All the same, there were days when theyfelt that they would sooner have had less figures and morefood.

All orders were now issued through Squealer or one ofthe other pigs. Napoleon himself was not seen in pub-lic as often as once in a fortnight. When he did appear,he was attended not only by his retinue of dogs but by ablack cockerel who marched in front of him and acted as akind of trumpeter, letting out a loud “cock-a-doodle-doo”before Napoleon spoke. Even in the farmhouse, it was said,Napoleon inhabited separate apartments from the others.He took his meals alone, with two dogs to wait upon him,and always ate from the Crown Derby dinner service whichhad been in the glass cupboard in the drawing-room. It wasalso announced that the gun would be fired every year onNapoleon’s birthday, as well as on the other two anniver-saries.

Napoleon was now never spoken of simply as“Napoleon.” He was always referred to in formal style as“our Leader, Comrade Napoleon,” and this pigs liked toinvent for him such titles as Father of All Animals, Terrorof Mankind, Protector of the Sheep-fold, Ducklings’ Friend,and the like. In his speeches, Squealer would talk withthe tears rolling down his cheeks of Napoleon’s wisdomthe goodness of his heart, and the deep love he bore toall animals everywhere, even and especially the unhappyanimals who still lived in ignorance and slavery on otherfarms. It had become usual to give Napoleon the creditfor every successful achievement and every stroke of goodfortune. You would often hear one hen remark to another,“Under the guidance of our Leader, Comrade Napoleon, Ihave laid five eggs in six days“; or two cows, enjoying adrink at the pool, would exclaim, “Thanks to the leadershipof Comrade Napoleon, how excellent this water tastes!”The general feeling on the farm was well expressed in a

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poem entitled Comrade Napoleon, which was composedby Minimus and which ran as follows:

Friend of fatherless! Fountain of happiness! Lord of theswill-bucket! Oh, how my soul is on Fire when I gaze at thyCalm and commanding eye, Like the sun in the sky, Com-rade Napoleon!

Thou are the giver of All that thy creatures love, Full bellytwice a day, clean straw to roll upon; Every beast great orsmall Sleeps at peace in his stall, Thou watchest over all,Comrade Napoleon!

Had I a sucking-pig, Ere he had grown as big Even as apint bottle or as a rolling-pin, He should have learned tobe Faithful and true to thee, Yes, his first squeak should be“Comrade Napoleon!”

Napoleon approved of this poem and caused it to be in-scribed on the wall of the big barn, at the opposite end fromthe Seven Commandments. It was surmounted by a por-trait of Napoleon, in profile, executed by Squealer in whitepaint.

Meanwhile, through the agency of Whymper, Napoleonwas engaged in complicated negotiations with Frederickand Pilkington. The pile of timber was still unsold. Ofthe two, Frederick was the more anxious to get hold of it,but he would not offer a reasonable price. At the sametime there were renewed rumours that Frederick and hismen were plotting to attack Animal Farm and to destroythe windmill, the building of which had aroused furiousjealousy in him. Snowball was known to be still skulkingon Pinchfield Farm. In the middle of the summer the an-imals were alarmed to hear that three hens had come for-ward and confessed that, inspired by Snowball, they hadentered into a plot to murder Napoleon. They were ex-ecuted immediately, and fresh precautions for Napoleon’ssafety were taken. Four dogs guarded his bed at night, oneat each corner, and a young pig named Pinkeye was giventhe task of tasting all his food before he ate it, lest it shouldbe poisoned.

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At about the same time it was given out that Napoleonhad arranged to sell the pile of timber to Mr. Pilkington;he was also going to enter into a regular agreement for theexchange of certain products between Animal Farm andFoxwood. The relations between Napoleon and Pilking-ton, though they were only conducted through Whymper,were now almost friendly. The animals distrusted Pilking-ton, as a human being, but greatly preferred him to Fred-erick, whom they both feared and hated. As the sum-mer wore on, and the windmill neared completion, the ru-mours of an impending treacherous attack grew strongerand stronger. Frederick, it was said, intended to bringagainst them twenty men all armed with guns, and he hadalready bribed the magistrates and police, so that if he couldonce get hold of the title-deeds of Animal Farm they wouldask no questions. Moreover, terrible stories were leakingout from Pinchfield about the cruelties that Frederick prac-tised upon his animals. He had flogged an old horse todeath, he starved his cows, he had killed a dog by throw-ing it into the furnace, he amused himself in the eveningsby making cocks fight with splinters of razor-blade tied totheir spurs. The animals’ blood boiled with rage when theyheard of these things being done to their comrades, andsometimes they clamoured to be allowed to go out in a bodyand attack Pinchfield Farm, drive out the humans, and setthe animals free. But Squealer counselled them to avoidrash actions and trust in Comrade Napoleon’s strategy.

Nevertheless, feeling against Frederick continued to runhigh. One Sunday morning Napoleon appeared in the barnand explained that he had never at any time contemplatedselling the pile of timber to Frederick; he considered it be-neath his dignity, he said, to have dealings with scoundrelsof that description. The pigeons who were still sent out tospread tidings of the Rebellion were forbidden to set footanywhere on Foxwood, and were also ordered to drop theirformer slogan of “Death to Humanity” in favour of “Deathto Frederick.” In the late summer yet another of Snowball’smachinations was laid bare. The wheat crop was full ofweeds, and it was discovered that on one of his nocturnal

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visits Snowball had mixed weed seeds with the seed corn.A gander who had been privy to the plot had confessedhis guilt to Squealer and immediately committed suicide byswallowing deadly nightshade berries. The animals nowalso learned that Snowball had never–as many of them hadbelieved hitherto–received the order of “Animal Hero, FirstClass.” This was merely a legend which had been spreadsome time after the Battle of the Cowshed by Snowball him-self. So far from being decorated, he had been censured forshowing cowardice in the battle. Once again some of the an-imals heard this with a certain bewilderment, but Squealerwas soon able to convince them that their memories hadbeen at fault.

In the autumn, by a tremendous, exhausting effort–forthe harvest had to be gathered at almost the same time–thewindmill was finished. The machinery had still to be in-stalled, and Whymper was negotiating the purchase of it,but the structure was completed. In the teeth of every dif-ficulty, in spite of inexperience, of primitive implements, ofbad luck and of Snowball’s treachery, the work had been fin-ished punctually to the very day! Tired out but proud, theanimals walked round and round their masterpiece, whichappeared even more beautiful in their eyes than when ithad been built the first time. Moreover, the walls weretwice as thick as before. Nothing short of explosives wouldlay them low this time! And when they thought of howthey had laboured, what discouragements they had over-come, and the enormous difference that would be made intheir lives when the sails were turning and the dynamosrunning–when they thought of all this, their tiredness for-sook them and they gambolled round and round the wind-mill, uttering cries of triumph. Napoleon himself, attendedby his dogs and his cockerel, came down to inspect the com-pleted work; he personally congratulated the animals ontheir achievement, and announced that the mill would benamed Napoleon Mill.

Two days later the animals were called together for a spe-cial meeting in the barn. They were struck dumb with sur-prise when Napoleon announced that he had sold the pile of

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timber to Frederick. Tomorrow Frederick’s wagons wouldarrive and begin carting it away. Throughout the whole pe-riod of his seeming friendship with Pilkington, Napoleonhad really been in secret agreement with Frederick.

All relations with Foxwood had been broken off; insult-ing messages had been sent to Pilkington. The pigeons hadbeen told to avoid Pinchfield Farm and to alter their sloganfrom “Death to Frederick” to “Death to Pilkington.” At thesame time Napoleon assured the animals that the stories ofan impending attack on Animal Farm were completely un-true, and that the tales about Frederick’s cruelty to his ownanimals had been greatly exaggerated. All these rumourshad probably originated with Snowball and his agents. Itnow appeared that Snowball was not, after all, hiding onPinchfield Farm, and in fact had never been there in his life:he was living–in considerable luxury, so it was said–at Fox-wood, and had in reality been a pensioner of Pilkington foryears past.

The pigs were in ecstasies over Napoleon’s cunning. Byseeming to be friendly with Pilkington he had forced Fred-erick to raise his price by twelve pounds. But the superiorquality of Napoleon’s mind, said Squealer, was shown inthe fact that he trusted nobody, not even Frederick. Freder-ick had wanted to pay for the timber with something calleda cheque, which, it seemed, was a piece of paper with apromise to pay written upon it. But Napoleon was tooclever for him. He had demanded payment in real five-pound notes, which were to be handed over before the tim-ber was removed. Already Frederick had paid up; and thesum he had paid was just enough to buy the machinery forthe windmill.

Meanwhile the timber was being carted away at highspeed. When it was all gone, another special meeting washeld in the barn for the animals to inspect Frederick’s bank-notes. Smiling beatifically, and wearing both his decora-tions, Napoleon reposed on a bed of straw on the platform,with the money at his side, neatly piled on a china dish fromthe farmhouse kitchen. The animals filed slowly past, and

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each gazed his fill. And Boxer put out his nose to sniff at thebank-notes, and the flimsy white things stirred and rustledin his breath.

Three days later there was a terrible hullabaloo. Whym-per, his face deadly pale, came racing up the path on hisbicycle, flung it down in the yard and rushed straight intothe farmhouse. The next moment a choking roar of ragesounded from Napoleon’s apartments. The news of whathad happened sped round the farm like wildfire. The ban-knotes were forgeries! Frederick had got the timber fornothing!

Napoleon called the animals together immediately and ina terrible voice pronounced the death sentence upon Fred-erick. When captured, he said, Frederick should be boiledalive. At the same time he warned them that after thistreacherous deed the worst was to be expected. Freder-ick and his men might make their long-expected attack atany moment. Sentinels were placed at all the approaches tothe farm. In addition, four pigeons were sent to Foxwoodwith a conciliatory message, which it was hoped might re-establish good relations with Pilkington.

The very next morning the attack came. The animalswere at breakfast when the look-outs came racing in withthe news that Frederick and his followers had already comethrough the five-barred gate. Boldly enough the animalssallied forth to meet them, but this time they did not havethe easy victory that they had had in the Battle of the Cow-shed. There were fifteen men, with half a dozen guns be-tween them, and they opened fire as soon as they got withinfifty yards. The animals could not face the terrible explo-sions and the stinging pellets, and in spite of the efforts ofNapoleon and Boxer to rally them, they were soon drivenback. A number of them were already wounded. Theytook refuge in the farm buildings and peeped cautiouslyout from chinks and knot-holes. The whole of the big pas-ture, including the windmill, was in the hands of the enemy.For the moment even Napoleon seemed at a loss. He pacedup and down without a word, his tail rigid and twitching.

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Wistful glances were sent in the direction of Foxwood. IfPilkington and his men would help them, the day mightyet be won. But at this moment the four pigeons, who hadbeen sent out on the day before, returned, one of them bear-ing a scrap of paper from Pilkington. On it was pencilledthe words: “Serves you right.”

Meanwhile Frederick and his men had halted about thewindmill. The animals watched them, and a murmur ofdismay went round. Two of the men had produced a crow-bar and a sledge hammer. They were going to knock thewindmill down.

“Impossible!” cried Napoleon. “We have built the wallsfar too thick for that. They could not knock it down in aweek. Courage, comrades!”

But Benjamin was watching the movements of the menintently. The two with the hammer and the crowbar weredrilling a hole near the base of the windmill. Slowly, andwith an air almost of amusement, Benjamin nodded his longmuzzle.

“I thought so,” he said. “Do you not see what they aredoing? In another moment they are going to pack blastingpowder into that hole.”

Terrified, the animals waited. It was impossible now toventure out of the shelter of the buildings. After a few min-utes the men were seen to be running in all directions. Thenthere was a deafening roar. The pigeons swirled into theair, and all the animals, except Napoleon, flung themselvesflat on their bellies and hid their faces. When they got upagain, a huge cloud of black smoke was hanging where thewindmill had been. Slowly the breeze drifted it away. Thewindmill had ceased to exist!

At this sight the animals’ courage returned to them.The fear and despair they had felt a moment earlier weredrowned in their rage against this vile, contemptible act.A mighty cry for vengeance went up, and without waitingfor further orders they charged forth in a body and madestraight for the enemy. This time they did not heed the cruel

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pellets that swept over them like hail. It was a savage, bitterbattle. The men fired again and again, and, when the ani-mals got to close quarters, lashed out with their sticks andtheir heavy boots. A cow, three sheep, and two geese werekilled, and nearly everyone was wounded. Even Napoleon,who was directing operations from the rear, had the tip ofhis tail chipped by a pellet. But the men did not go un-scathed either. Three of them had their heads broken byblows from Boxer’s hoofs; another was gored in the bellyby a cow’s horn; another had his trousers nearly torn off byJessie and Bluebell. And when the nine dogs of Napoleon’sown bodyguard, whom he had instructed to make a detourunder cover of the hedge, suddenly appeared on the men’sflank, baying ferociously, panic overtook them. They sawthat they were in danger of being surrounded. Frederickshouted to his men to get out while the going was good,and the next moment the cowardly enemy was running fordear life. The animals chased them right down to the bot-tom of the field, and got in some last kicks at them as theyforced their way through the thorn hedge.

They had won, but they were weary and bleeding. Slowlythey began to limp back towards the farm. The sight oftheir dead comrades stretched upon the grass moved someof them to tears. And for a little while they halted in sorrow-ful silence at the place where the windmill had once stood.Yes, it was gone; almost the last trace of their labour wasgone! Even the foundations were partially destroyed. Andin rebuilding it they could not this time, as before, makeuse of the fallen stones. This time the stones had vanishedtoo. The force of the explosion had flung them to distancesof hundreds of yards. It was as though the windmill hadnever been.

As they approached the farm Squealer, who had unac-countably been absent during the fighting, came skippingtowards them, whisking his tail and beaming with satisfac-tion. And the animals heard, from the direction of the farmbuildings, the solemn booming of a gun.

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“To celebrate our victory!” cried Squealer.“What victory?” said Boxer. His knees were bleeding, he

had lost a shoe and split his hoof, and a dozen pellets hadlodged themselves in his hind leg.

“What victory, comrade? Have we not driven the enemyoff our soil–the sacred soil of Animal Farm?”

“But they have destroyed the windmill. And we hadworked on it for two years!”

“What matter? We will build another windmill. We willbuild six windmills if we feel like it. You do not appreciate,comrade, the mighty thing that we have done. The enemywas in occupation of this very ground that we stand upon.And now–thanks to the leadership of Comrade Napoleon–we have won every inch of it back again!”

“Then we have won back what we had before,” saidBoxer.

“That is our victory,” said Squealer.They limped into the yard. The pellets under the skin

of Boxer’s leg smarted painfully. He saw ahead of him theheavy labour of rebuilding the windmill from the founda-tions, and already in imagination he braced himself for thetask. But for the first time it occurred to him that he waseleven years old and that perhaps his great muscles werenot quite what they had once been.

But when the animals saw the green flag flying, and heardthe gun firing again–seven times it was fired in all–andheard the speech that Napoleon made, congratulating themon their conduct, it did seem to them after all that they hadwon a great victory. The animals slain in the battle weregiven a solemn funeral. Boxer and Clover pulled the wagonwhich served as a hearse, and Napoleon himself walked atthe head of the procession. Two whole days were givenover to celebrations. There were songs, speeches, and morefiring of the gun, and a special gift of an apple was be-stowed on every animal, with two ounces of corn for eachbird and three biscuits for each dog. It was announced thatthe battle would be called the Battle of the Windmill, and

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that Napoleon had created a new decoration, the Order ofthe Green Banner, which he had conferred upon himself.In the general rejoicings the unfortunate affair of the ban-knotes was forgotten.

It was a few days later than this that the pigs came upona case of whisky in the cellars of the farmhouse. It hadbeen overlooked at the time when the house was first occu-pied. That night there came from the farmhouse the soundof loud singing, in which, to everyone’s surprise, the strainsof ‘Beasts of England’ were mixed up. At about half pastnine Napoleon, wearing an old bowler hat of Mr. Jones’s,was distinctly seen to emerge from the back door, galloprapidly round the yard, and disappear indoors again. But inthe morning a deep silence hung over the farmhouse. Not apig appeared to be stirring. It was nearly nine o’clock whenSquealer made his appearance, walking slowly and deject-edly, his eyes dull, his tail hanging limply behind him, andwith every appearance of being seriously ill. He called theanimals together and told them that he had a terrible pieceof news to impart. Comrade Napoleon was dying!

A cry of lamentation went up. Straw was laid down out-side the doors of the farmhouse, and the animals walked ontiptoe. With tears in their eyes they asked one another whatthey should do if their Leader were taken away from them.A rumour went round that Snowball had after all contrivedto introduce poison into Napoleon’s food. At eleven o’clockSquealer came out to make another announcement. As hislast act upon earth, Comrade Napoleon had pronounced asolemn decree: the drinking of alcohol was to be punishedby death.

By the evening, however, Napoleon appeared to be some-what better, and the following morning Squealer was ableto tell them that he was well on the way to recovery. Bythe evening of that day Napoleon was back at work, and onthe next day it was learned that he had instructed Whym-per to purchase in Willingdon some booklets on brewingand distilling. A week later Napoleon gave orders that thesmall paddock beyond the orchard, which it had previously

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been intended to set aside as a grazing-ground for animalswho were past work, was to be ploughed up. It was givenout that the pasture was exhausted and needed re-seeding;but it soon became known that Napoleon intended to sowit with barley.

About this time there occurred a strange incident whichhardly anyone was able to understand. One night at abouttwelve o’clock there was a loud crash in the yard, and theanimals rushed out of their stalls. It was a moonlit night.At the foot of the end wall of the big barn, where the SevenCommandments were written, there lay a ladder broken intwo pieces. Squealer, temporarily stunned, was sprawlingbeside it, and near at hand there lay a lantern, a paint-brush,and an overturned pot of white paint. The dogs immedi-ately made a ring round Squealer, and escorted him back tothe farmhouse as soon as he was able to walk. None of theanimals could form any idea as to what this meant, exceptold Benjamin, who nodded his muzzle with a knowing air,and seemed to understand, but would say nothing.

But a few days later Muriel, reading over the Seven Com-mandments to herself, noticed that there was yet anotherof them which the animals had remembered wrong. Theyhad thought the Fifth Commandment was “No animal shalldrink alcohol,” but there were two words that they had for-gotten. Actually the Commandment read: “No animal shalldrink alcohol to excess.”

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BOXER’S split hoof was a long time in healing. They hadstarted the rebuilding of the windmill the day after the

victory celebrations were ended. Boxer refused to take evena day off work, and made it a point of honour not to letit be seen that he was in pain. In the evenings he wouldadmit privately to Clover that the hoof troubled him a greatdeal. Clover treated the hoof with poultices of herbs whichshe prepared by chewing them, and both she and Benjaminurged Boxer to work less hard. “A horse’s lungs do not lastfor ever,” she said to him. But Boxer would not listen. Hehad, he said, only one real ambition left–to see the windmillwell under way before he reached the age for retirement.

At the beginning, when the laws of Animal Farm werefirst formulated, the retiring age had been fixed for horsesand pigs at twelve, for cows at fourteen, for dogs at nine, forsheep at seven, and for hens and geese at five. Liberal old-age pensions had been agreed upon. As yet no animal hadactually retired on pension, but of late the subject had beendiscussed more and more. Now that the small field beyondthe orchard had been set aside for barley, it was rumouredthat a corner of the large pasture was to be fenced off andturned into a grazing-ground for superannuated animals.For a horse, it was said, the pension would be five poundsof corn a day and, in winter, fifteen pounds of hay, witha carrot or possibly an apple on public holidays. Boxer’stwelfth birthday was due in the late summer of the follow-

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ing year.Meanwhile life was hard. The winter was as cold as the

last one had been, and food was even shorter. Once againall rations were reduced, except those of the pigs and thedogs. A too rigid equality in rations, Squealer explained,would have been contrary to the principles of Animalism.In any case he had no difficulty in proving to the other ani-mals that they were NOT in reality short of food, whateverthe appearances might be. For the time being, certainly, ithad been found necessary to make a readjustment of rations(Squealer always spoke of it as a “readjustment,” never asa “reduction“), but in comparison with the days of Jones,the improvement was enormous. Reading out the figures ina shrill, rapid voice, he proved to them in detail that theyhad more oats, more hay, more turnips than they had hadin Jones’s day, that they worked shorter hours, that theirdrinking water was of better quality, that they lived longer,that a larger proportion of their young ones survived in-fancy, and that they had more straw in their stalls and suf-fered less from fleas. The animals believed every word ofit. Truth to tell, Jones and all he stood for had almost fadedout of their memories. They knew that life nowadays washarsh and bare, that they were often hungry and often cold,and that they were usually working when they were notasleep. But doubtless it had been worse in the old days.They were glad to believe so. Besides, in those days theyhad been slaves and now they were free, and that made allthe difference, as Squealer did not fail to point out.

There were many more mouths to feed now. In the au-tumn the four sows had all littered about simultaneously,producing thirty-one young pigs between them. The youngpigs were piebald, and as Napoleon was the only boar onthe farm, it was possible to guess at their parentage. It wasannounced that later, when bricks and timber had been pur-chased, a schoolroom would be built in the farmhouse gar-den. For the time being, the young pigs were given theirinstruction by Napoleon himself in the farmhouse kitchen.They took their exercise in the garden, and were discour-aged from playing with the other young animals. About

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this time, too, it was laid down as a rule that when a pig andany other animal met on the path, the other animal muststand aside: and also that all pigs, of whatever degree, wereto have the privilege of wearing green ribbons on their tailson Sundays.

The farm had had a fairly successful year, but was stillshort of money. There were the bricks, sand, and lime forthe schoolroom to be purchased, and it would also be nec-essary to begin saving up again for the machinery for thewindmill. Then there were lamp oil and candles for thehouse, sugar for Napoleon’s own table (he forbade this tothe other pigs, on the ground that it made them fat), andall the usual replacements such as tools, nails, string, coal,wire, scrap-iron, and dog biscuits. A stump of hay and partof the potato crop were sold off, and the contract for eggswas increased to six hundred a week, so that that year thehens barely hatched enough chicks to keep their numbers atthe same level. Rations, reduced in December, were reducedagain in February, and lanterns in the stalls were forbid-den to save oil. But the pigs seemed comfortable enough,and in fact were putting on weight if anything. One after-noon in late February a warm, rich, appetising scent, such asthe animals had never smelt before, wafted itself across theyard from the little brew-house, which had been disused inJones’s time, and which stood beyond the kitchen. Someonesaid it was the smell of cooking barley. The animals sniffedthe air hungrily and wondered whether a warm mash wasbeing prepared for their supper. But no warm mash ap-peared, and on the following Sunday it was announced thatfrom now onwards all barley would be reserved for thepigs. The field beyond the orchard had already been sownwith barley. And the news soon leaked out that every pigwas now receiving a ration of a pint of beer daily, with halfa gallon for Napoleon himself, which was always served tohim in the Crown Derby soup tureen.

But if there were hardships to be borne, they were partlyoffset by the fact that life nowadays had a greater dig-nity than it had had before. There were more songs, morespeeches, more processions. Napoleon had commanded

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that once a week there should be held something calleda Spontaneous Demonstration, the object of which was tocelebrate the struggles and triumphs of Animal Farm. Atthe appointed time the animals would leave their work andmarch round the precincts of the farm in military forma-tion, with the pigs leading, then the horses, then the cows,then the sheep, and then the poultry. The dogs flanked theprocession and at the head of all marched Napoleon’s blackcockerel. Boxer and Clover always carried between them agreen banner marked with the hoof and the horn and thecaption, “Long live Comrade Napoleon!” Afterwards therewere recitations of poems composed in Napoleon’s honour,and a speech by Squealer giving particulars of the latest in-creases in the production of foodstuffs, and on occasion ashot was fired from the gun. The sheep were the greatestdevotees of the Spontaneous Demonstration, and if anyonecomplained (as a few animals sometimes did, when no pigsor dogs were near) that they wasted time and meant a lotof standing about in the cold, the sheep were sure to silencehim with a tremendous bleating of “Four legs good, twolegs bad!” But by and large the animals enjoyed these cele-brations. They found it comforting to be reminded that, af-ter all, they were truly their own masters and that the workthey did was for their own benefit. So that, what with thesongs, the processions, Squealer’s lists of figures, the thun-der of the gun, the crowing of the cockerel, and the flutter-ing of the flag, they were able to forget that their bellies wereempty, at least part of the time.

In April, Animal Farm was proclaimed a Republic, and itbecame necessary to elect a President. There was only onecandidate, Napoleon, who was elected unanimously. Onthe same day it was given out that fresh documents hadbeen discovered which revealed further details about Snow-ball’s complicity with Jones. It now appeared that Snowballhad not, as the animals had previously imagined, merelyattempted to lose the Battle of the Cowshed by means ofa stratagem, but had been openly fighting on Jones’s side.In fact, it was he who had actually been the leader of thehuman forces, and had charged into battle with the words

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“Long live Humanity!” on his lips. The wounds on Snow-ball’s back, which a few of the animals still remembered tohave seen, had been inflicted by Napoleon’s teeth.

In the middle of the summer Moses the raven suddenlyreappeared on the farm, after an absence of several years.He was quite unchanged, still did no work, and talked inthe same strain as ever about Sugarcandy Mountain. Hewould perch on a stump, flap his black wings, and talkby the hour to anyone who would listen. “Up there, com-rades,” he would say solemnly, pointing to the sky withhis large beak–”up there, just on the other side of that darkcloud that you can see–there it lies, Sugarcandy Mountain,that happy country where we poor animals shall rest forever from our labours!” He even claimed to have been thereon one of his higher flights, and to have seen the everlastingfields of clover and the linseed cake and lump sugar grow-ing on the hedges. Many of the animals believed him. Theirlives now, they reasoned, were hungry and laborious; wasit not right and just that a better world should exist some-where else? A thing that was difficult to determine wasthe attitude of the pigs towards Moses. They all declaredcontemptuously that his stories about Sugarcandy Moun-tain were lies, and yet they allowed him to remain on thefarm, not working, with an allowance of a gill of beer a day.

After his hoof had healed up, Boxer worked harder thanever. Indeed, all the animals worked like slaves that year.Apart from the regular work of the farm, and the rebuildingof the windmill, there was the schoolhouse for the youngpigs, which was started in March. Sometimes the longhours on insufficient food were hard to bear, but Boxernever faltered. In nothing that he said or did was thereany sign that his strength was not what it had been. It wasonly his appearance that was a little altered; his hide wasless shiny than it had used to be, and his great haunchesseemed to have shrunken. The others said, “Boxer will pickup when the spring grass comes on“; but the spring cameand Boxer grew no fatter. Sometimes on the slope leadingto the top of the quarry, when he braced his muscles againstthe weight of some vast boulder, it seemed that nothing

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kept him on his feet except the will to continue. At suchtimes his lips were seen to form the words, “I will workharder“; he had no voice left. Once again Clover and Ben-jamin warned him to take care of his health, but Boxer paidno attention. His twelfth birthday was approaching. He didnot care what happened so long as a good store of stone wasaccumulated before he went on pension.

Late one evening in the summer, a sudden rumour ranround the farm that something had happened to Boxer. Hehad gone out alone to drag a load of stone down to thewindmill. And sure enough, the rumour was true. A fewminutes 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 knollwhere the windmill stood. There lay Boxer, between theshafts of the cart, his neck stretched out, unable even to raisehis head. His eyes were glazed, his sides matted with sweat.A thin stream of blood had trickled out of his mouth. Cloverdropped 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 with-out me. There is a pretty good store of stone accumulated.I had only another month to go in any case. To tell you thetruth, I had been looking forward to my retirement. Andperhaps, as Benjamin is growing old too, they will let himretire at the same time and be a companion to me.”

“We must get help at once,” said Clover. “Run, some-body, and tell Squealer what has happened.”

All the other animals immediately raced back to the farm-house to give Squealer the news. Only Clover remained,and Benjamin who lay down at Boxer’s side, and, withoutspeaking, kept the flies off him with his long tail. Afterabout a quarter of an hour Squealer appeared, full of sym-pathy and concern. He said that Comrade Napoleon hadlearned with the very deepest distress of this misfortune toone of the most loyal workers on the farm, and was already

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making arrangements to send Boxer to be treated in the hos-pital at Willingdon. The animals felt a little uneasy at this.Except for Mollie and Snowball, no other animal had everleft the farm, and they did not like to think of their sick com-rade in the hands of human beings. However, Squealer eas-ily convinced them that the veterinary surgeon in Willing-don could treat Boxer’s case more satisfactorily than couldbe done on the farm. And about half an hour later, whenBoxer had somewhat recovered, he was with difficulty goton to his feet, and managed to limp back to his stall, whereClover and Benjamin had prepared a good bed of straw forhim.

For the next two days Boxer remained in his stall. Thepigs had sent out a large bottle of pink medicine whichthey had found in the medicine chest in the bathroom, andClover administered it to Boxer twice a day after meals. Inthe evenings she lay in his stall and talked to him, whileBenjamin kept the flies off him. Boxer professed not to besorry for what had happened. If he made a good recovery,he might expect to live another three years, and he lookedforward to the peaceful days that he would spend in the cor-ner of the big pasture. It would be the first time that he hadhad leisure to study and improve his mind. He intended, hesaid, to devote the rest of his life to learning the remainingtwenty-two letters of the alphabet.

However, Benjamin and Clover could only be with Boxerafter working hours, and it was in the middle of the daywhen the van came to take him away. The animals wereall at work weeding turnips under the supervision of a pig,when they were astonished to see Benjamin come gallopingfrom the direction of the farm buildings, braying at the topof his voice. It was the first time that they had ever seen Ben-jamin excited–indeed, it was the first time that anyone hadever seen him gallop. “Quick, quick!” he shouted. “Comeat once! They’re taking Boxer away!” Without waiting fororders from the pig, the animals broke off work and racedback to the farm buildings. Sure enough, there in the yardwas a large closed van, drawn by two horses, with letteringon its side and a sly-looking man in a low-crowned bowler

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hat sitting on the driver’s seat. And Boxer’s stall was empty.

The animals crowded round the van. “Good-bye, Boxer!”they chorused, “good-bye!”

“Fools! Fools!” shouted Benjamin, prancing round themand stamping the earth with his small hoofs. “Fools! Doyou not see what is written on the side of that van?”

That gave the animals pause, and there was a hush.Muriel began to spell out the words. But Benjamin pushedher aside and in the midst of a deadly silence he read:

“‘Alfred Simmonds, Horse Slaughterer and Glue Boiler,Willingdon. Dealer in Hides and Bone-Meal. Kennels Sup-plied.’ Do you not understand what that means? They aretaking Boxer to the knacker’s!”

A cry of horror burst from all the animals. At this mo-ment the man on the box whipped up his horses and the vanmoved out of the yard at a smart trot. All the animals fol-lowed, crying out at the tops of their voices. Clover forcedher way to the front. The van began to gather speed. Clovertried to stir her stout limbs to a gallop, and achieved a can-ter. “Boxer!” she cried. “Boxer! Boxer! Boxer!” And justat this moment, as though he had heard the uproar outside,Boxer’s face, with the white stripe down his nose, appearedat the small window at the back of the van.

“Boxer!” cried Clover in a terrible voice. “Boxer! Get out!Get out quickly! They’re taking you to your death!”

All the animals took up the cry of “Get out, Boxer, getout!” But the van was already gathering speed and drawingaway from them. It was uncertain whether Boxer had un-derstood what Clover had said. But a moment later his facedisappeared from the window and there was the sound of atremendous drumming of hoofs inside the van. He was try-ing to kick his way out. The time had been when a few kicksfrom Boxer’s hoofs would have smashed the van to match-wood. But alas! his strength had left him; and in a few mo-ments the sound of drumming hoofs grew fainter and diedaway. In desperation the animals began appealing to the

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two horses which drew the van to stop. “Comrades, com-rades!” they shouted. “Don’t take your own brother to hisdeath!” But the stupid brutes, too ignorant to realise whatwas happening, merely set back their ears and quickenedtheir pace. Boxer’s face did not reappear at the window. Toolate, someone thought of racing ahead and shutting the five-barred gate; but in another moment the van was through itand rapidly disappearing down the road. Boxer was neverseen again.

Three days later it was announced that he had died in thehospital at Willingdon, in spite of receiving every attentiona horse could have. Squealer came to announce the newsto the others. He had, he said, been present during Boxer’slast hours.

“It was the most affecting sight I have ever seen!” saidSquealer, lifting his trotter and wiping away a tear. “I wasat his bedside at the very last. And at the end, almost tooweak to speak, he whispered in my ear that his sole sorrowwas to have passed on before the windmill was finished.‘Forward, comrades!’ he whispered. ‘Forward in the nameof the Rebellion. Long live Animal Farm! Long live Com-rade Napoleon! Napoleon is always right.’ Those were hisvery last words, comrades.”

Here Squealer’s demeanour suddenly changed. He fellsilent for a moment, and his little eyes darted suspiciousglances from side to side before he proceeded.

It had come to his knowledge, he said, that a foolish andwicked rumour had been circulated at the time of Boxer’sremoval. Some of the animals had noticed that the vanwhich took Boxer away was marked “Horse Slaughterer,”and had actually jumped to the conclusion that Boxer wasbeing sent to the knacker’s. It was almost unbelievable,said Squealer, that any animal could be so stupid. Surely,he cried indignantly, whisking his tail and skipping fromside to side, surely they knew their beloved Leader, Com-rade Napoleon, better than that? But the explanation wasreally very simple. The van had previously been the prop-erty of the knacker, and had been bought by the veterinary

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surgeon, who had not yet painted the old name out. Thatwas how the mistake had arisen.

The animals were enormously relieved to hear this. Andwhen Squealer went on to give further graphic details ofBoxer’s death-bed, the admirable care he had received,and the expensive medicines for which Napoleon had paidwithout a thought as to the cost, their last doubts disap-peared and the sorrow that they felt for their comrade’sdeath was tempered by the thought that at least he had diedhappy.

Napoleon himself appeared at the meeting on the fol-lowing Sunday morning and pronounced a short oration inBoxer’s honour. It had not been possible, he said, to bringback their lamented comrade’s remains for interment on thefarm, but he had ordered a large wreath to be made from thelaurels in the farmhouse garden and sent down to be placedon Boxer’s grave. And in a few days’ time the pigs intendedto hold a memorial banquet in Boxer’s honour. Napoleonended his speech with a reminder of Boxer’s two favouritemaxims, “I will work harder” and “Comrade Napoleon isalways right“–maxims, he said, which every animal woulddo well to adopt as his own.

On the day appointed for the banquet, a grocer’s vandrove up from Willingdon and delivered a large woodencrate at the farmhouse. That night there was the sound ofuproarious singing, which was followed by what soundedlike a violent quarrel and ended at about eleven o’clock witha tremendous crash of glass. No one stirred in the farm-house before noon on the following day, and the word wentround that from somewhere or other the pigs had acquiredthe money to buy themselves another case of whisky.

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YEARS passed. The seasons came and went, the short an-imal lives fled by. A time came when there was no one

who remembered the old days before the Rebellion, exceptClover, Benjamin, Moses the raven, and a number of thepigs.

Muriel was dead; Bluebell, Jessie, and Pincher were dead.Jones too was dead–he had died in an inebriates’ home inanother part of the country. Snowball was forgotten. Boxerwas forgotten, except by the few who had known him.Clover was an old stout mare now, stiff in the joints andwith a tendency to rheumy eyes. She was two years past theretiring age, but in fact no animal had ever actually retired.The talk of setting aside a corner of the pasture for super-annuated animals had long since been dropped. Napoleonwas now a mature boar of twenty-four stone. Squealer wasso fat that he could with difficulty see out of his eyes. Onlyold Benjamin was much the same as ever, except for beinga little greyer about the muzzle, and, since Boxer’s death,more morose and taciturn than ever.

There were many more creatures on the farm now,though the increase was not so great as had been expectedin earlier years. Many animals had been born to whom theRebellion was only a dim tradition, passed on by word ofmouth, and others had been bought who had never heardmention of such a thing before their arrival. The farm pos-sessed three horses now besides Clover. They were fine up-

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standing beasts, willing workers and good comrades, butvery stupid. None of them proved able to learn the alpha-bet beyond the letter B. They accepted everything that theywere told about the Rebellion and the principles of Animal-ism, especially from Clover, for whom they had an almostfilial respect; but it was doubtful whether they understoodvery much of it.

The farm was more prosperous now, and better organ-ised: it had even been enlarged by two fields which hadbeen bought from Mr. Pilkington. The windmill had beensuccessfully completed at last, and the farm possessed athreshing machine and a hay elevator of its own, and var-ious new buildings had been added to it. Whymper hadbought himself a dogcart. The windmill, however, had notafter all been used for generating electrical power. It wasused for milling corn, and brought in a handsome moneyprofit. The animals were hard at work building yet an-other windmill; when that one was finished, so it was said,the dynamos would be installed. But the luxuries of whichSnowball had once taught the animals to dream, the stallswith electric light and hot and cold water, and the three-day week, were no longer talked about. Napoleon had de-nounced such ideas as contrary to the spirit of Animalism.The truest happiness, he said, lay in working hard and liv-ing frugally.

Somehow it seemed as though the farm had grown richerwithout making the animals themselves any richer-except,of course, for the pigs and the dogs. Perhaps this was partlybecause there were so many pigs and so many dogs. It wasnot that these creatures did not work, after their fashion.There was, as Squealer was never tired of explaining, end-less work in the supervision and organisation of the farm.Much of this work was of a kind that the other animalswere too ignorant to understand. For example, Squealertold them that the pigs had to expend enormous laboursevery day upon mysterious things called “files,” “reports,”“minutes,” and “memoranda“. These were large sheets ofpaper which had to be closely covered with writing, and assoon as they were so covered, they were burnt in the fur-

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nace. This was of the highest importance for the welfare ofthe farm, Squealer said. But still, neither pigs nor dogs pro-duced any food by their own labour; and there were verymany of them, and their appetites were always good.

As for the others, their life, so far as they knew, was as ithad always been. They were generally hungry, they slepton straw, they drank from the pool, they laboured in thefields; in winter they were troubled by the cold, and in sum-mer by the flies. Sometimes the older ones among themracked their dim memories and tried to determine whetherin the early days of the Rebellion, when Jones’s expulsionwas still recent, things had been better or worse than now.They could not remember. There was nothing with whichthey could compare their present lives: they had nothing togo upon except Squealer’s lists of figures, which invariablydemonstrated that everything was getting better and better.The animals found the problem insoluble; in any case, theyhad little time for speculating on such things now. Only oldBenjamin professed to remember every detail of his long lifeand to know that things never had been, nor ever could bemuch better or much worse–hunger, hardship, and disap-pointment being, so he said, the unalterable law of life.

And yet the animals never gave up hope. More, theynever lost, even for an instant, their sense of honour andprivilege in being members of Animal Farm. They were stillthe only farm in the whole county–in all England!–ownedand operated by animals. Not one of them, not even theyoungest, not even the newcomers who had been broughtfrom farms ten or twenty miles away, ever ceased to mar-vel at that. And when they heard the gun booming andsaw the green flag fluttering at the masthead, their heartsswelled with imperishable pride, and the talk turned al-ways towards the old heroic days, the expulsion of Jones,the writing of the Seven Commandments, the great battlesin which the human invaders had been defeated. None ofthe old dreams had been abandoned. The Republic of theAnimals which Major had foretold, when the green fields ofEngland should be untrodden by human feet, was still be-lieved in. Some day it was coming: it might not be soon, it

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might not be with in the lifetime of any animal now living,but still it was coming. Even the tune of ‘Beasts of Eng-land’ was perhaps hummed secretly here and there: at anyrate, it was a fact that every animal on the farm knew it,though no one would have dared to sing it aloud. It mightbe that their lives were hard and that not all of their hopeshad been fulfilled; but they were conscious that they werenot as other animals. If they went hungry, it was not fromfeeding tyrannical human beings; if they worked hard, atleast they worked for themselves. No creature among themwent upon two legs. No creature called any other creature“Master.” All animals were equal.

One day in early summer Squealer ordered the sheep tofollow him, and led them out to a piece of waste groundat the other end of the farm, which had become overgrownwith birch saplings. The sheep spent the whole day therebrowsing at the leaves under Squealer’s supervision. In theevening he returned to the farmhouse himself, but, as it waswarm weather, told the sheep to stay where they were. Itended by their remaining there for a whole week, duringwhich time the other animals saw nothing of them. Squealerwas with them for the greater part of every day. He was, hesaid, teaching them to sing a new song, for which privacywas needed.

It was just after the sheep had returned, on a pleasantevening when the animals had finished work and weremaking their way back to the farm buildings, that the ter-rified neighing of a horse sounded from the yard. Startled,the animals stopped in their tracks. It was Clover’s voice.She neighed again, and all the animals broke into a gallopand rushed into the yard. Then they saw what Clover hadseen.

It was a pig walking on his hind legs.Yes, it was Squealer. A little awkwardly, as though not

quite used to supporting his considerable bulk in that po-sition, but with perfect balance, he was strolling across theyard. And a moment later, out from the door of the farm-house came a long file of pigs, all walking on their hind legs.

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Some did it better than others, one or two were even a tri-fle unsteady and looked as though they would have likedthe support of a stick, but every one of them made his wayright round the yard successfully. And finally there was atremendous baying of dogs and a shrill crowing from theblack cockerel, and out came Napoleon himself, majesticallyupright, casting haughty glances from side to side, and withhis dogs gambolling round him.

He carried a whip in his trotter.There was a deadly silence. Amazed, terrified, huddling

together, the animals watched the long line of pigs marchslowly round the yard. It was as though the world hadturned upside-down. Then there came a moment when thefirst shock had worn off and when, in spite of everything-inspite of their terror of the dogs, and of the habit, developedthrough long years, of never complaining, never criticising,no matter what happened–they might have uttered someword of protest. But just at that moment, as though at a sig-nal, all the sheep burst out into a tremendous bleating of–

“Four legs good, two legs better! Four legs good, two legsbetter! Four legs good, two legs better!”

It went on for five minutes without stopping. And by thetime the sheep had quieted down, the chance to utter anyprotest had passed, for the pigs had marched back into thefarmhouse.

Benjamin felt a nose nuzzling at his shoulder. He lookedround. It was Clover. Her old eyes looked dimmer thanever. Without saying anything, she tugged gently at hismane and led him round to the end of the big barn, wherethe Seven Commandments were written. For a minute ortwo they stood gazing at the tatted wall with its white let-tering.

“My sight is failing,” she said finally. “Even when I wasyoung I could not have read what was written there. But itappears to me that that wall looks different. Are the SevenCommandments the same as they used to be, Benjamin?”

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read out to her what was written on the wall. There wasnothing there now except a single Commandment. It ran:

ALL ANIMALS ARE EQUAL BUTSOME ANIMALS ARE MORE EQUAL THAN OTHERS

After that it did not seem strange when next day thepigs who were supervising the work of the farm all carriedwhips in their trotters. It did not seem strange to learn thatthe pigs had bought themselves a wireless set, were arrang-ing to install a telephone, and had taken out subscriptions to‘John Bull’, ‘Tit-Bits’, and the ‘Daily Mirror’. It did not seemstrange when Napoleon was seen strolling in the farmhousegarden with a pipe in his mouth–no, not even when the pigstook Mr. Jones’s clothes out of the wardrobes and put themon, Napoleon himself appearing in a black coat, ratcatcherbreeches, and leather leggings, while his favourite sow ap-peared in the watered silk dress which Mrs. Jones had beenused to wearing on Sundays.

A week later, in the afternoon, a number of dog-cartsdrove up to the farm. A deputation of neighbouring farmershad been invited to make a tour of inspection. They wereshown all over the farm, and expressed great admirationfor everything they saw, especially the windmill. The ani-mals were weeding the turnip field. They worked diligentlyhardly raising their faces from the ground, and not knowingwhether to be more frightened of the pigs or of the humanvisitors.

That evening loud laughter and bursts of singing camefrom the farmhouse. And suddenly, at the sound of the min-gled voices, the animals were stricken with curiosity. Whatcould be happening in there, now that for the first time ani-mals and human beings were meeting on terms of equality?With one accord they began to creep as quietly as possibleinto the farmhouse garden.

At the gate they paused, half frightened to go on butClover led the way in. They tiptoed up to the house, and

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such animals as were tall enough peered in at the dining-room window. There, round the long table, sat half adozen farmers and half a dozen of the more eminent pigs,Napoleon himself occupying the seat of honour at the headof the table. The pigs appeared completely at ease in theirchairs. The company had been enjoying a game of cards buthad broken off for the moment, evidently in order to drink atoast. A large jug was circulating, and the mugs were beingrefilled with beer. No one noticed the wondering faces ofthe animals that gazed in at the window.

Mr. Pilkington, of Foxwood, had stood up, his mug inhis hand. In a moment, he said, he would ask the presentcompany to drink a toast. But before doing so, there were afew words that he felt it incumbent upon him to say.

It was a source of great satisfaction to him, he said–and,he was sure, to all others present–to feel that a long periodof mistrust and misunderstanding had now come to an end.There had been a time–not that he, or any of the presentcompany, had shared such sentiments–but there had been atime when the respected proprietors of Animal Farm hadbeen regarded, he would not say with hostility, but per-haps with a certain measure of misgiving, by their humanneighbours. Unfortunate incidents had occurred, mistakenideas had been current. It had been felt that the existenceof a farm owned and operated by pigs was somehow ab-normal and was liable to have an unsettling effect in theneighbourhood. Too many farmers had assumed, withoutdue enquiry, that on such a farm a spirit of licence and in-discipline would prevail. They had been nervous about theeffects upon their own animals, or even upon their humanemployees. But all such doubts were now dispelled. Todayhe and his friends had visited Animal Farm and inspectedevery inch of it with their own eyes, and what did they find?Not only the most up-to-date methods, but a discipline andan orderliness which should be an example to all farmerseverywhere. He believed that he was right in saying thatthe lower animals on Animal Farm did more work and re-ceived less food than any animals in the county. Indeed, heand his fellow-visitors today had observed many features

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which they intended to introduce on their own farms im-mediately.

He would end his remarks, he said, by emphasising onceagain the friendly feelings that subsisted, and ought to sub-sist, between Animal Farm and its neighbours. Betweenpigs and human beings there was not, and there need notbe, any clash of interests whatever. Their struggles and theirdifficulties were one. Was not the labour problem the sameeverywhere? Here it became apparent that Mr. Pilking-ton was about to spring some carefully prepared witticismon the company, but for a moment he was too overcomeby amusement to be able to utter it. After much choking,during which his various chins turned purple, he managedto get it out: “If you have your lower animals to contendwith,” he said, “we have our lower classes!” This BONMOT set the table in a roar; and Mr. Pilkington once againcongratulated the pigs on the low rations, the long workinghours, and the general absence of pampering which he hadobserved on Animal Farm.

And now, he said finally, he would ask the company torise to their feet and make certain that their glasses werefull. “Gentlemen,” concluded Mr. Pilkington, “gentlemen, Igive you a toast: To the prosperity of Animal Farm!”

There was enthusiastic cheering and stamping of feet.Napoleon was so gratified that he left his place and cameround the table to clink his mug against Mr. Pilkington’sbefore emptying it. When the cheering had died down,Napoleon, who had remained on his feet, intimated that hetoo had a few words to say.

Like all of Napoleon’s speeches, it was short and to thepoint. He too, he said, was happy that the period of misun-derstanding was at an end. For a long time there had beenrumours–circulated, he had reason to think, by some malig-nant enemy–that there was something subversive and evenrevolutionary in the outlook of himself and his colleagues.They had been credited with attempting to stir up rebellionamong the animals on neighbouring farms. Nothing couldbe further from the truth! Their sole wish, now and in the

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past, was to live at peace and in normal business relationswith their neighbours. This farm which he had the hon-our to control, he added, was a co-operative enterprise. Thetitle-deeds, which were in his own possession, were ownedby the pigs jointly.

He did not believe, he said, that any of the old suspicionsstill lingered, but certain changes had been made recentlyin the routine of the farm which should have the effect ofpromoting confidence still further. Hitherto the animalson the farm had had a rather foolish custom of address-ing one another as “Comrade.” This was to be suppressed.There had also been a very strange custom, whose originwas unknown, of marching every Sunday morning past aboar’s skull which was nailed to a post in the garden. This,too, would be suppressed, and the skull had already beenburied. His visitors might have observed, too, the greenflag which flew from the masthead. If so, they would per-haps have noted that the white hoof and horn with whichit had previously been marked had now been removed. Itwould be a plain green flag from now onwards.

He had only one criticism, he said, to make of Mr. Pilk-ington’s excellent and neighbourly speech. Mr. Pilkingtonhad referred throughout to “Animal Farm.” He could not ofcourse know–for he, Napoleon, was only now for the firsttime announcing it–that the name “Animal Farm” had beenabolished. Henceforward the farm was to be known as “TheManor Farm“–which, he believed, was its correct and orig-inal name.

“Gentlemen,” concluded Napoleon, “I will give you thesame toast as before, but in a different form. Fill yourglasses to the brim. Gentlemen, here is my toast: To theprosperity of The Manor Farm!”

There was the same hearty cheering as before, and themugs were emptied to the dregs. But as the animals out-side gazed at the scene, it seemed to them that some strangething was happening. What was it that had altered in thefaces of the pigs? Clover’s old dim eyes flitted from oneface to another. Some of them had five chins, some had four,

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some had three. But what was it that seemed to be meltingand changing? Then, the applause having come to an end,the company took up their cards and continued the gamethat had been interrupted, and the animals crept silentlyaway.

But they had not gone twenty yards when they stoppedshort. An uproar of voices was coming from the farmhouse.They rushed back and looked through the window again.Yes, a violent quarrel was in progress. There were shout-ings, bangings on the table, sharp suspicious glances, furi-ous denials. The source of the trouble appeared to be thatNapoleon and Mr. Pilkington had each played an ace ofspades simultaneously.

Twelve voices were shouting in anger, and they were allalike. No question, now, what had happened to the faces ofthe pigs. The creatures outside looked from pig to man, andfrom man to pig, and from pig to man again; but already itwas impossible to say which was which.

November 1943—February 1944

THE END

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