(Chapter-1 from the Project Gutenberg Australia on 8 March 2008.)
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 lantern dancing
from side to side, he lurched across the yard, kicked off his boots at the back
door, drew himself a last glass of beer from the barrel in the scullery, and
made his way up to bed, where Mrs. Jones was already snoring.
As soon as the light in the bedroom went out there
was a stirring and a fluttering all through the farm buildings. Word had gone
round during the day that old Major, the prize Middle White boar, had had a
strange dream on the previous night and wished to communicate it to the other
animals.
It had been
agreed that they should all meet in the big barn as soon as Mr. Jones was
safely out of the way. Old Major (so he was always called, though the name
under which he had been exhibited was Willingdon Beauty) was so highly regarded
on the farm that everyone was quite ready to lose an hour's sleep in order to
hear what he had to say.
At one end of
the big barn, on a sort of raised platform, Major was already ensconced on his
bed of straw, under a lantern which hung from a beam. He was twelve years old
and had lately grown rather stout, but he was still a majestic-looking pig,
with a wise and benevolent appearance in spite of the fact that his tushes had
never been cut.