But Scrubb had learned that sort of thing on his last dventure. The children ran back together to the wigwam， ound the wood （which was perfectly dry） and succeeded in ghting a fire with rather less than the usual difficulty. Then crubb sat and took care of it while Jill went and had some ort of wash.not a very nice one.in the nearest channel.
After that she saw to the fire and he had a wash. Both felt agood deal fresher， but very hungry.
Presently the Marsh.wiggle joined them. In spite of his expectation of catching no eels， he had a dozen or so， which he had already skinned and cleaned. He put a big pot on， mended the fire， and lit his pipe. Marsh.wiggles smoke a very strange， heavy sort of tobacco （some people say they mix it with mud） and the children noticed the smoke from Puddleglum‘s pipe hardly rose in the air at all. It trickled out of the bowl and downwards and drifted along the ground like a mist. It was very black and set Scrubb coughing.
