Ernest Shepard, The Wind In The Willows

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 First published in 1908.  I got my copy 60 years later and I still have it.
 

Badger, Toad, Ratty, and Mole discuss re-taking Toad Hall.


Ratty and Toad.


Mole yearning for his old home.


Ratty rejoices after finding a boot scraper while him and Mole are lost in the Wild Wood.


On a beautiful spring day, Mole meets Ratty and they go for a picnic.  Mole has never been so happy.


Delight and wonder.


Ratty and Mole seek refuge with Mr. Badger in the Wild Wood. 
 "Now the very next time this happens, I shall be exceedingly angry"!


The stoats and weasels have taken Toad Hall and turn away Badger and Mole.


Toad's best friends in the world prevent him from buying and driving his latest motor car.


Toad, having deceived Mole, strolls into the Red Lion where he will soon meet his fate.
 

 The profligate Mr. Toad of Toad Hall.


Toad is nuts for automobiles and has bought and wrecked many of them.


Dressed as a washerwoman, Toad hijacks an auto that kindly gave him a lift.


Toad is in a lot of trouble.


Toad steals a barge horse and makes his escape.


Toad has better friends than he deserves.


Toad is mesmerized by the auto that wrecked his lovely horse drawn caravan, and is rescued by Ratty and Mole.


Toad Hall under new management.
 

 Ratty prepares.


Toad Hall retaken.


TOAD'S LAST LITTLE SONG

The Toad—came—home!
There was panic in the parlours and howling in the halls,
There was crying in the cow-sheds and shrieking in the stalls,
When the Toad—came—home!

When the Toad—came—home!
There was smashing in of window and crashing in of door,
There was chivvying of weasels that fainted on the floor,
When the Toad—came—home!

Bang! go the drums!
The trumpeters are tooting and the soldiers are saluting,
And the cannon they are shooting and the motor-cars are hooting,
As the—Hero—comes!

Shout—Hoo-ray!
And let each one of the crowd try and shout it very loud,
In honour of an animal of whom you're justly proud,
For it's Toad's—great—day!

(Toad is not allowed to sing this).


 I have lived here for decades.
 

Piper at the Gates of Dawn.

.À la recherche du temps perdu.

 

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