"Why, these are the Downlands, of course.  As opposed to the Towerlands, which you surely must have seen on your way here."  The Badger pulled up a chair and perched on it, puffing at his pipe and exhaling a sweet, aromatic smoke ring every so often.  "If you continue upstream, of course, you enter the Tulgey Woods, but you don't want to go in there, I think.  Not unless you've a way to deal with the Jabberwocky."