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Mr =Jones, of the =ManorFarm, had just locked the hen houses for the night,
but was too drunk to remember to shut the popholes. 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, were 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.

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He was a brilliant talker, and when he was arguing some difficult point he
had a way of skipping from side to side and whisking his tail which was
somehow very persuasive.  The others said of =Squealer that he could turn
black into white.

The three had elaborated old =Major's teachings into a complete system of
thought, to which they gave the name of =Animalism. Several nights a week,
after Mr =Jones was asleep, they held secret meetings in the barn and
expounded the principles of =Animalism to the others.  At the beginning they
met with such stupidity and apathy.

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The other animals understood how to vote, but could never think of any resolutions
of their own. =Snowball and =Napoleon were by far the most active in the
debates. But it was noticed that the two were never in agreement: whatever
suggestion either of them made, the other could be counted on to oppose it.
Even when it was resolved - a thing no one could object to in itself - to set
aside the small paddock behind the orchard as a home of rest for animals who
were past work, there was a stormy debate over the correct retiring age for
each class of animal. The Meeting always ended with the singing of =BeastsofEngland,
and the afternoon was given up to recreation.

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All the men were gone except one. Back in the yard =Boxer was pawing with his hoof at
the stable lad who lay face down in the mud, trying to turn him over. The boy did not
stir.
"He is dead," said =Boxer sorrowfully. "I had no intention of doing that. I forgot that I was
wearing iron shoes. Who will believe that I did not do this on purpose?"
"No sentimentality, comrade," cried =Snowball from whose wounds the blood was still dripping!
"War is war. The only good human being is a dead one."
"I have no wish to take life, not even human life," repeated =Boxer and his eyes were full
of tears.

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Afterwards =Squealer was sent round the farm to explain the new arrangement to the others.
"Comrades," he said, "I trust that every animal here appreciates the sacrifice that
Comrade =Napoleon has made in taking this extra labor upon himself. Do not imagine,
comrades, that leadership is a pleasure! On the contrary, it is a deep and heavy responsibility.
No one believes more firmly than Comrade =Napoleon that all animals are equal. He would be
only too happy to let you make your decisions for yourselves. But sometimes you might
make the wrong decisions, comrades, and then where should we be?  Suppose you had decided to
follow =Snowball, with his moonshine of windmills -- =Snowball, who, as we now know, was
no better than a criminal?"

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It was about this time that the pigs suddenly moved into the farmhouse and took up their
residence there. Again the animals seemed to remember that a resolution against this had
been passed in the early days, and again =Squealer was able to convince them that this was
not the case. It was absolutely necessary, he said, that the pigs, who were the brains of the
farm, should have a quiet place to work in. It was also more suited to the dignity of the
Leader (for of late he had taken to speaking of =Napoleon under the title of Leader) to live
in a house than in a mere sty. Nevertheless, some of the animals were disturbed when they
heard that the pigs not only took their meals in the kitchen and used the drawing-room
as a recreation room, but also slept in the beds. =Boxer passed it off as usual with
"=Napoleon is always right," but =Clover, who thought she remembered a definite ruling
against beds, went to the end of the barn and tried to puzzle out the Seven Commandments
which were inscribed there.  Finding herself unable to read more than individual letters,
she fetched =Muriel.

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"Comrades," cried =Squealer, making nervous little skips, "a most terrible thing has been
discovered! =Snowball has sold himself to =Frederick of =PinchfieldFarm, who is even now
plotting to attack us and take our farm away  from us! =Snowball is to act as his guide when
the attack begins. But there is worse than that.  We had thought that =Snowball's
rebellion was caused simply by his vanity and ambition. But we were wrong, comrades. Do you
know what the real reason was?  =Snowball was in league with =Jones from the very start!
He was =Jones's secret agent all the time. It has all been proved by documents which he left
behind him and which we have only just discovered. To my mind this explains a great deal,
comrades. Did we not see for ourselves how he attempted -- fortunately without success --
to get us defeated and destroyed at the Battle of the Cowshed?"

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All orders were now issued through =Squealer or one of the other pigs. Napoleon himself was
not seen in public as often as once a fortnight. When he did appear, he was attended no
only by his retinue of dogs but by a black cockerel who marched in front of him and acted
as a kind 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 =CrownDerby
dinner service which had been in the glass cupboard in the drawing-room. It was also
announced that the gun would be fired every year on =Napoleon's birthday, as well as on
the other two anniversaries.

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It was a few days later than this that the pigs came upon a case of whiskey in the cellars of
the farmhouse. It had been overlooked at the time when the house was first occupied.  That
night there came from the farmhouse the sound of loud singing, in which, to everyone's
surprise, the strains of Beasts of England were mixed up. At about half past nine =Napoleon,
wearing an old bowler hat of Mr =Jones's, was distinctly seen to emerge from the back door,
gallop rapidly round the yard, and disappear indoors again. But in the morning a deep silence
hung over the farmhouse. Not a pig appeared to be stirring. It was nearly nine o'clock when
=Squealer made his appearance, walking slowly and dejectedly, his eyes dull, his tail hanging
limply behind him, and with every appearance of being seriously ill. He called the animals
together and told them that he had a terrible piece of news to impart. Comrade =Napoleon was dying!

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His eyes were glazed, his sides matted with sweat. A thin stream of blood had trickled out of his
mouth. =Clover dropped 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 without me. There is a pretty good store of stone accumulated. I had only
another month to go in any case. To tell you the truth, I had been looking forward to my
retirement. And perhaps, as =Benjamin is growing old too, they will let him retire at the same
time and be a companion to me."
"We must get help at once," said =Clover. "Run, somebody, and tell =Squealer what has happened."