The Players


The Wind in the Willows

by Kenneth Grahame







Kenneth Grahame was born Mar. 8, 1859 and died July 6, 1932. He was a Scottish author best known for this classic which he completed in 1908. He wrote the book for his only son, Alastair, while Kenneth was serving as a secretary of the Bank of England. He wrote only three other books: Pagan Papers (1893), personal essays that reflect his private frustrations, and the short-story collections The Golden Age (1895) and Dream Days (1898). Noted for its graceful charm, this book reveals the conflict between Grahame's aristocratic background and the new social concerns.

The major theme of the story is the struggle between the noisy, common way of life and the quiet and genteel. The Wild Wooders, including the stoats and the weasels, epitomize the former, while the River-Bankers, including Badger, Mole, Rat, and Toad, represent the latter. Toad is a lovable rebel who does not fit well into either camp. Structurally, the fantasy is a small epic in prose paralleling to some degree the events in Homer's Odyssey.

The complete text of The Wind in the Willows can be found on the Web at the literary archives of the University of Maryland.




"One does not argue about The Wind in the Willows. The young man gives it to the girl with whom he is in love, and, if she does not like it, asks her to return his letters. The older man tries it on his nephew, and alters his will accordingly. The book is a test of character. We can't criticize it, because it is criticizing us. But I must give you one word of warning. When you sit down to it, don't be so ridiculous as to suppose that you are sitting in judgment on my taste, or on the art of Kenneth Grahame. You are merely sitting in judgment on yourself. You may be worthy: I don't know, But it is you who are on trial."

A. A. Milne

"Now I have read it and reread it, and have come to accept the characters as old friends; and I am almost more fond of it than of your previous books. Indeed, I feel about going to Africa very much as the sea-faring rat did when he almost made the water-rat wish to forsake everything and start wandering!"

Theodore Roosevelt



The River Bank






The River Bank


"And you really live by the river? What a jolly life!"
"By it and with it and on it and in it," said the Rat. "It's brother and sister to me, and aunts, and company, and food and drink, and (naturally) washing. It's my world, and I don't want any other. What it hasn't got is not worth having, and what it doesn't know is not worth knowing."












A Backwater Luncheon


The Rat brought the boat alongside the bank, made her fast, helped the still awkward Mole safely ashore, and swung out the luncheon-basket. The Mole begged as a favour to be allowed to unpack it himself; and the Rat was very pleased to indulge him, and to sprawl at full length on the grass and rest.







The Open Road





The Open Road


At last the horse was caught and harnessed, and they set off, all talking at once, each animal either trudging by the side of the cart or sitting on the shaft, as the humour took him. It was a golden afternoon. The smell of the dust they kicked up was rich and satisfying; out of thick orchards on either side of the road, birds called and whistled to them cheerily.











Dulce Domum







Dulce Domum


He made for the cellar door, and presently reappeared, somewhat dusty, with a bottle of beer in each paw and another under each arm. "Self-indulgent beggar you seem to be, Mole," he observed. "Deny yourself nothing."








Toad's Adventures







Toad's Adventure


"Now it's your turn, Toad," said the girl. "Take off that coat and waistcoat of yours; you're fat enough as it is."

Shaking with laughter, she proceeded to "hook-and-eye" him into the cotton print gown, arranging the shawl with a professional fold, and tied the strings of the rusty bonnet under his chin.









Further Adventures of Toad








A Prize Hackney


"You don't seem to see," continued Toad, "that this fine horse of mine is a cut above you altogether. He's a blood horse, he is, partly; not the part you see, of course - another part. And he's been a Prize Hackney, too, in his time - that was the time before you knew him, but you can still tell it on him at a glance, if you understand anything about horses. No, it's not to be thought of for a moment. All the same, how much might you be disposed to offer me for this beautiful horse of mine?"








The Wind in the Willows was originally published in the United States of America by Charles Scribner's Son's and was copyright, 1908, 1913, 1933, and 1935 by that company

Illustrations by Arthur Rackham (1867-1939)





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