IV
BY THE late summer the news of what had happened on Animal Farm
had spread across half the county. Every day Snowball and Napoleon
sent out flights of pigeons whose instructions were to mingle with the
animals on neighbouring farms, tell them the story of the Rebellion,
and teach them the tune of Beasts of England.
Most of this time Mr. Jones had spent sitting in the taproom of the Red
Lion at Willingdon, complaining to anyone who would listen of the
monstrous injustice he had suffered in being turned out of his property
by a pack of good-for-nothing animals. The other farmers sympathised
in principle, but they did not at first give him much help. At heart, each
of them was secretly wondering whether he could not somehow turn
Jones’s misfortune to his own advantage. It was lucky that the owners
of the two farms which adjoined Animal Farm were on permanently
bad terms. One of them, which was named Foxwood, was a large,
neglected, old-fashioned farm, much overgrown by woodland, with all
its pastures worn out and its hedges in a disgraceful condition. Its
owner, Mr. Pilkington, was an easy-going gentleman farmer who spent
most of his time in fishing or hunting according to the season. The
other farm, which was called Pinchfield, was smaller and better kept.
Its owner was a Mr. Frederick, a tough, shrewd man, perpetually
involved in lawsuits and with a name for driving hard bargains. These
two disliked each other so much that it was difficult for them to come
to any agreement, even in defence of their own interests.
Nevertheless, they were both thoroughly frightened by the rebellion on
Animal Farm, and very anxious to prevent their own animals from
learning too much about it. At first they pretended to laugh to scorn the
idea of animals managing a farm for themselves. The whole thing
would be over in a fortnight, they said. They put it about that the
animals on the Manor Farm (they insisted on calling it the Manor Farm;
they would not tolerate the name “Animal Farm”) were perpetually

fighting among themselves and were also rapidly starving to death.
When time passed and the animals had evidently not starved to death,
Frederick and Pilkington changed their tune and began to talk of the
terrible wickedness that now flourished on Animal Farm. It was given
out that the animals there practised cannibalism, tortured one another
with red-hot horseshoes, and had their females in common. This was
what came of rebelling against the laws of Nature, Frederick and
Pilkington said.
However, these stories were never fully believed. Rumours of a
wonderful farm, where the human beings had been turned out and the
animals managed their own affairs, continued to circulate in vague and
distorted forms, and throughout that year a wave of rebelliousness ran
through the countryside. Bulls which had always been tractable
suddenly turned savage, sheep broke down hedges and devoured the
clover, cows kicked the pail over, hunters refused their fences and shot
their riders on to the other side. Above all, the tune and even the words
of Beasts of England were known everywhere. It had spread with
astonishing speed. The human beings could not contain their rage when
they heard this song, though they pretended to think it merely
ridiculous. They could not understand, they said, how even animals
could bring themselves to sing such contemptible rubbish. Any animal
caught singing it was given a flogging on the spot. And yet the song
was irrepressible. The blackbirds whistled it in the hedges, the pigeons
cooed it in the elms, it got into the din of the smithies and the tune of
the church bells. And when the human beings listened to it, they
secretly trembled, hearing in it a prophecy of their future doom.
Early in October, when the corn was cut and stacked and some of it was
already threshed, a flight of pigeons came whirling through the air and
alighted in the yard of Animal Farm in the wildest excitement. Jones
and all his men, with half a dozen others from Foxwood and Pinchfield,
had entered the five-barred gate and were coming up the cart-track that
led to the farm. They were all carrying sticks, except Jones, who was
marching ahead with a gun in his hands. Obviously they were going to
attempt the recapture of the farm.
This had long been expected, and all preparations had been made.
Snowball, who had studied an old book of Julius Caesar’s campaigns
which he had found in the farmhouse, was in charge of the defensive
operations. He gave his orders quickly, and in a couple of minutes
every animal was at his post.

As the human beings approached the farm buildings, Snowball
launched his first attack. All the pigeons, to the number of thirty-five,
flew to and fro over the men’s heads and muted upon them from
mid-air; and while the men were dealing with this, the geese, who had
been hiding behind the hedge, rushed out and pecked viciously at the
calves of their legs. However, this was only a light skirmishing
manoeuvre, intended to create a little disorder, and the men easily drove
the geese off with their sticks. Snowball now launched his second line
of attack. Muriel, Benjamin, and all the sheep, with Snowball at the
head of them, rushed forward and prodded and butted the men from
every side, while Benjamin turned around and lashed at them with his
small hoofs. But once again the men, with their sticks and their
hobnailed boots, were too strong for them; and suddenly, at a squeal
from Snowball, which was the signal for retreat, all the animals turned
and fled through the gateway into the yard.
The men gave a shout of triumph. They saw, as they imagined, their
enemies in flight, and they rushed after them in disorder. This was just
what Snowball had intended. As soon as they were well inside the yard,
the three horses, the three cows, and the rest of the pigs, who had been
lying in ambush in the cowshed, suddenly emerged in their rear, cutting
them off. Snowball now gave the signal for the charge. He himself
dashed straight for Jones. Jones saw him coming, raised his gun and
fired. The pellets scored bloody streaks along Snowball’s back, and a
sheep dropped dead. Without halting for an instant, Snowball flung his
fifteen stone against Jones’s legs. Jones was hurled into a pile of dung
and his gun flew out of his hands. But the most terrifying spectacle of
all was Boxer, rearing up on his hind legs and striking out with his
great iron-shod hoofs like a stallion. His very first blow took a
stable-lad from Foxwood on the skull and stretched him lifeless in the
mud. At the sight, several men dropped their sticks and tried to run.
Panic overtook them, and the next moment all the animals together
were chasing them round and round the yard. They were gored, kicked,
bitten, trampled on. There was not an animal on the farm that did not
take vengeance on them after his own fashion. Even the cat suddenly
leapt off a roof onto a cowman’s shoulders and sank her claws in his
neck, at which he yelled horribly. At a moment when the opening was
clear, the men were glad enough to rush out of the yard and make a bolt
for the main road. And so within five minutes of their invasion they
were in ignominious retreat by the same way as they had come, with a
flock of geese hissing after them and pecking at their calves all the way.

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.
“Where is Mollie?” exclaimed somebody.
Mollie in fact was missing. For a moment there was great alarm; it was
feared that the men might have harmed her in some way, or even
carried her off with them. In the end, however, she was found hiding in
her stall with her head buried among the hay in the manger. She had
taken to flight as soon as the gun went off. And when the others came
back from looking for her, it was to find that the stable-lad, who in fact
was only stunned, had already recovered and made off.
The animals had now reassembled in the wildest excitement, each
recounting his own exploits in the battle at the top of his voice. An
impromptu celebration of the victory was held immediately. The flag
was run up and Beasts of England was sung a number of times, then the
sheep who had been killed was given a solemn funeral, a hawthorn
bush being planted on her grave. At the graveside Snowball made a
little speech, emphasising the need for all animals to be ready to die for
Animal Farm if need be.
The animals decided unanimously to create a military decoration,
“Animal Hero, First Class,” which was conferred there and then on
Snowball and Boxer. It consisted of a brass medal (they were really
some old horse-brasses which had been found in the harness-room), to
be worn on Sundays and holidays. There was also “Animal Hero,
Second Class,” which was conferred posthumously on the dead sheep.
There was much discussion as to what the battle should be called. In the
end, it was named the Battle of the Cowshed, since that was where the
ambush had been sprung. Mr. Jones’s gun had been found lying in the

mud, and it was known that there was a supply of cartridges in the
farmhouse. It was decided to set the gun up at the foot of the Flagstaff,
like a piece of artillery, and to fire it twice a year-once on October the
twelfth, the anniversary of the Battle of the Cowshed, and once on
Midsummer Day, the anniversary of the Rebellion.

Chapter 4 of “Animal Farm” continues to explore the aftermath of the animals’ victory in the Battle of the Cowshed and introduces significant developments in the dynamics of the farm.

The animals on Animal Farm are jubilant after their victory over the humans in the Battle of the Cowshed. They hold a celebratory meeting, during which Snowball, a pig known for his intelligence and eloquence, presents an ambitious plan to build a windmill. Snowball believes that the windmill will provide the farm with electricity, making life easier for all the animals.

Napoleon, another pig who aspires to leadership, initially expresses skepticism about the windmill project. He argues that the animals should focus on more practical matters, such as increasing food production. However, Snowball’s persuasive arguments win over the majority of the animals, and they vote in favor of the windmill.

As the animals begin to work on the construction of the windmill, tensions between Snowball and Napoleon escalate. Napoleon secretly raises a litter of puppies, which he intends to use as his personal bodyguards. Snowball, unaware of Napoleon’s machinations, continues to devote himself to the windmill project and to educating the other animals.

As the windmill construction progresses, Napoleon becomes increasingly resentful of Snowball’s popularity and influence. He starts to spread rumors and sow seeds of doubt about Snowball’s loyalty to the farm, accusing him of colluding with the humans.

One day, during a heated debate about the windmill, Napoleon suddenly unleashes the puppies, which have grown into fierce dogs, on Snowball. The dogs chase Snowball off the farm, effectively eliminating him as a rival to Napoleon’s leadership.

With Snowball gone, Napoleon seizes control of the farm and establishes himself as the sole leader. He abolishes the Sunday meetings, where decisions were previously made collectively, and asserts his authority through fear and intimidation.

Under Napoleon’s rule, the farm begins to undergo significant changes. The windmill project continues, but the animals are forced to work harder and receive less food in return. Napoleon and the other pigs start to indulge in luxuries, living in the farmhouse and wearing clothes.

Meanwhile, Squealer, a pig with a talent for persuasion, acts as Napoleon’s mouthpiece, justifying his actions and manipulating the other animals through propaganda and misinformation. Squealer convinces the animals that Snowball was a traitor and that Napoleon is the rightful leader who is working in their best interests.

Despite the hardships they face, the animals remain loyal to Animal Farm and continue to work diligently on the windmill. However, some of the older animals start to question Napoleon’s leadership and the direction in which the farm is heading.

As Chapter 4 comes to a close, the windmill becomes a symbol of both hope and oppression on Animal Farm. While it represents the animals’ aspirations for a better life, it also serves as a reminder of the sacrifices they have made and the increasing tyranny of Napoleon’s regime.

Chapter 4 of “Animal Farm” highlights the power struggles, manipulation, and oppression that characterize the evolving dynamics of the farm under Napoleon’s rule. It sets the stage for further conflicts and reveals the dangers of unchecked ambition and authoritarianism.