It would take too long to mention all the creatures whom Caspian met that day.Clodsley Shovel the Mole， the three Hardbiters （who were badgers like Trufflehunter）， Camillo the Hare， and Hogglestock the Hedgehog. They rested at last beside a well at the edge of a wide and level circle of grass， bordered with tall elms which now threw long shadows across it， for the sun was setting， the daisies closing， and the rooks flying home to bed. Here they supped on food they had brought with them and Trumpkin lit his pipe （Nikabrik was not a smoker）.
“Now，” said the Badger， “if only we could wake the spirits of these trees and this well， we should have done a good day’s work.”
“Can‘t we？” said Caspian.
“No，” said Trufflehunter. “We have no power over them. Since the Humans came into the land， felling forests and defiling streams， the Dryads and Naiads have sunk into a deep sleep. Who knows if ever they will stir again？ And that is a great loss to our side. The Telmarines are horribly afraid of the woods， and once the Trees moved in anger， our enemies would go mad with fright and be chased out of Narnia as quick as their legs could carry them.”