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"Onion-sauce! Onion-sauce!" he remarked jeeringly, and was gone before they could think of a reply |
Apparently, ARTHUR RACKHAM was author KENNETH GRAHAME's first choice of illustrator for his classic book The WIND In The WILLOWS. Alas, for whatever reasons, it was not to be - at least, not until almost thirty years after Grahame's death, by which time ERNEST H. SHEPARD had come to be regarded as the definitive artist of the riverside and woodland creatures who feature in this timeless tale.
Rackham's illustrations are certainly not without merit - however, his portrayals of TOAD, MOLE, RAT, and BADGER are too anthropomorphised for my tastes and, it has to be said, not as appealing (unattractive even) in the way that Shepard's versions are. But they are what they are, and Rackham is one of the best-loved artists of his time, so here are all twelve of his colour Willows pictures for you to cast a leisurely and appreciative eye over.
To collectors of various illustrated editions of the book, this is one that's well-worth having as it has an introduction by A. A. MILNE which features a letter to Grahame from President THEODORE ROOSEVELT.
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"Shove that under your feet," he observed to the Mole, as he passed it down into the boat |
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The Mole begged as a favour to be allowed to unpack it all by himself |
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It was a golden afternoon. The smell of the dust they kicked up was rich and satisfying |
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The Rat pondered awhile, and examined the humps and slopes that surrounded them |
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The Badger's winter stores, which indeed were visible everywhere, took up half the room |
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Crossing the hall, they passed down one of the principal tunnels |
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He presently reappeared, somewhat dusty, with a bottle of beer in each paw and another under each arm |
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She arranged the shawl with a professional fold, and tied the strings of the rusty bonnet under his chin |
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To-day, however, though they were civil enough, the field-mice and harvest-mice seemed preoccupied |
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The wayfarer, as he reached him, saluted with a gesture of courtesy that had something foreign about it |
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The gypsy took his pipe out of his mouth and remarked in a careless way, "Want to sell that there horse of yours?" |
2 comments:
Ahem! where's my daily Babe?
She'll be along later, McScotty. In the meantime, check out the gaoler's daughter in pic 9.
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