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But this fellow was the most outlandish I have ever set eyes on. He wont cross my land without leave a second time, not if I can stop it. What fellow do you mean. asked Pippin. A SH O R T CU T T O MU SHRO OMS 93 Then you havent seen him. said the farmer. He went up the lane towards the causeway not a long while back. He was a funny customer and asking funny questions. But perhaps youll come along inside, and well pass the news more comfortable. Ive a drop of good ale on tap, if you and your friends are willing, Mr. Took. It seemed plain that the farmer would tell them more, if allowed to do it in his own time and fashion, so they all accepted the invitation. What about the dogs. asked Frodo anxiously. The farmer laughed. They wont harm you not unless I tell em to. Here, Grip. Fang. Heel. he cried. Heel, Wolf. To the relief of Frodo and Sam, the dogs walked away and let them go free. Pippin introduced the othertwo to the farmer. FrodoBaggins, he said. You may not remember him, but he used to live at Brandy Hall. At the name Baggins the farmer started, and gave Frodo a sharp glance. For a moment Frodo thought that the memory of stolen mushrooms had been aroused, and that the dogs would be told to see him off. But Farmer Maggot took him by the arm. Well, if that isnt queerer than ever. he exclaimed. Baggins is it. Come inside. We must have a talk. They went into the farmers kitchen, and sat by the wide fire-place. Mrs. Maggot brought out beer in a huge jug, and filled four large mugs. It was a good brew, and Pippin found himself more than compensated for missing the Golden Perch. Sam sipped his beer suspiciously. He had a natural mistrust of the inhabitants of other parts of the Shire; and also he was not disposed to be quick friends with anyone who had beaten his master, however long ago. After a few remarks about the weather and the agricultural prospects (which were no worse than usual), Farmer Maggot put down his mug and looked at them all in turn. Now, Mr. Peregrin, he said, where might you be coming from, and where might you be going to. Were you coming to visit me. For, if so, you had gone past my gate without my seeing you. Well, no, answered Pippin. To tell you the truth, since you have guessed it, we got into the lane from the other end: we had come over your fields. But that was quite by accident. We lost our way in the woods, back near Woodhall, trying to take a short cut to the Ferry. If you were in a hurry, the road would have served you better, said the farmer. But I wasnt worrying about that. You have leave to walk over my land, if you have a mind, Mr. Peregrin. And you, Mr. Baggins though I daresay you still like mushrooms. He laughed. Ah yes, I recognized the name. I recollect the time when young Frodo Baggins was one of the worst young rascals of Buckland. But it wasnt mushrooms I was thinking of. I had just heard the name 94 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS Baggins before you turned up. What do you think that funny customer asked me. They waited anxiously for him to go on. Well, the farmer continued, approaching his point with slow relish, he came riding on a big black horse in at the gate, which happened to be open, and right up to my door. All black he was himself, too, and cloaked and hooded up, as if he did not want to be known. Now what in the Shire can he want. I thought to myself. We dont see many of the Big Folk over the border; and anyway I had never heard of any like this black fellow. Good-day to you. I says, going out to him. This lane dont lead anywhere, and wherever you may be going, your quickest way will be back to the road. I didnt like the looks of him; and when Grip came out, he took one sniff and let out a yelp as if he had been stung: he put down his tail and bolted off howling. The black fellow sat quite still. I come from yonder, he said, slow and stiff-like, pointing back west, over my fields, if you please. Have you seen Baggins. he asked in a queer voice, and bent down towards me. I could not see any face, for his hood fell down so low; and I felt a sort of shiver down my back. But I did not see why he should come riding over my land so bold. Be off. I said. There are no Bagginses here. Youre in the wrong part of the Shire. You had better go back west to Hobbiton but you can go by road this time. Baggins has left, he answered in a whisper. He is coming. He is not far away. I wish to find him. If he passes will you tell me. I will come back with gold. No you wont, I said. Youll go back where you belong, double quick. I give you one minute before I call all my dogs. He gave a sort of hiss. It might have been laughing, and it might not. Then he spurred his great horse right at me, and I jumped out of the way only just in time. I called the dogs, but he swung off, and rode through the gate and up the lane towards the causeway like a bolt of thunder. What do you think of that. Frodo sat for a moment looking at the fire, but his only thought was how on earth would they reach the Ferry. I dont know what to think, he said at last. Then Ill tell you what to think, said Maggot. You should never have gone mixing yourself up with Hobbiton folk, Mr. Frodo. Folk are queer up there. Sam stirred in his chair, and looked at the farmer with an unfriendly eye. But you were always a reckless lad. When I heard you had left the Brandybucks and gone off to that old Mr. Bilbo, I said that you were going to find trouble. Mark my words, A SH O R T CU T T O MU SHRO OMS 95 this all comes of those strange doings of Mr. Bilbos. His money was got in some strange fashion in foreign parts, they say. Maybe there is some that want to know what has become of the gold and jewels that he buried in the hill of Hobbiton, as I hear. Frodo said nothing: the shrewd guesses of the farmer were rather disconcerting. Well, Mr. Frodo, Maggot went on, Im glad that youve had the sense to come back to Buckland. My advice is: stay there. And dont get mixed up with these outlandish folk. Youll have friends in these parts. If any of these black fellows come after you again, Ill deal with them. Ill say youre dead, or have left the Shire, or anything you like. And that might be true enough; for as like as not it is old Mr. Bilbo they want news of. Maybe youre right, said Frodo, avoiding the farmers eye and staring at the fire. Maggot looked at him thoughtfully. Well, I see you have ideas of your own, he said. It is as plain as my nose that no accident brought you and that rider here on the same afternoon; and maybe my news was no great news to you, after all. I am not asking you to tell me anything you have a mind to keep to yourself; but I see you are in some kind of trouble. Perhaps you are thinking it wont be too easy to get to the Ferry without being caught. I was thinking so, said Frodo. But we have got to try and get there; and it wont be done by sitting and thinking. So I am afraid we must be going. Thank you very much indeed for your kindness. Ive been in terror of you and your dogs for over thirty years, Farmer Maggot, though you may laugh to hear it. Its a pity: for Ive missed a good friend. And now Im sorry to leave so soon. But Ill come back, perhaps, one day if I get a chance. Youll be welcome when you come, said Maggot. But now Ive a notion. Its near sundown already, and we are going to have our supper; for we mostly go to bed soon after the Sun. If you and Mr. Peregrin and all could stay and have a bite with us, we would be pleased. And so should we. said Frodo. But we must be going at once, Im afraid. Even now it will be dark before we can reach the Ferry. but wait a minute. I was going to say: after a bit of supper, Ill get out a small waggon, and Ill drive you all to the Ferry. That will save you a good step, and it might also save you trouble of another sort. Frodo now accepted the invitation gratefully, to the relief of Pippin and Sam. The sun was already behind the western hills, Apex electrical new braunfels tx the light was failing. Two of Maggots sons and his three daughters came in, and a generous supper was laid on the large table. The kitchen was 96 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS lit with candles and the fire was mended. Mrs. Maggot bustled in and out. One or two other hobbits belonging to the farm-household came in. In a short while fourteen sat down to eat. There was beer in plenty, and a mighty dish of mushrooms and bacon, besides much other solid farmhouse fare. The dogs lay by the fire and gnawed rinds and cracked bones. When they had finished, the farmer and his sons went out with a lantern and got the waggon ready. It was dark in the yard, when the guests came out. They threw their packs on board and climbed in. The farmer sat in the driving-seat, and whipped up his two stout ponies. His wife stood in the light of tooth crumbled the open door. You be careful of yourself, Maggot. she called. Dont go arguing with any foreigners, and come straight back. I will. said he, and drove out of the gate. There was now no breath of wind stirring; the night was still and quiet, and a chill was in the air. They went without lights and took it slowly. After a mile or two the lane came to an end, crossing a deep dike, and climbing a short slope up on to the high-banked causeway. Maggot got down and took a good look either way, north and south, but nothing could be seen in the darkness, and there was not a sound in the still air. Thin strands of river-mist were hanging above the dikes, and crawling over the fields. Its going to be thick, said Maggot; but Ill not light my lanterns till I turn for home. Well hear anything on the road long before we meet it tonight. It was five miles or more from Maggots lane to the Ferry. The hobbits wrapped themselves up, but their ears were strained for any sound above the creak of the wheels and the slow clop of the ponies hoofs. The waggon seemed slower than a snail to Frodo. Beside him Pippin Apex electrical new braunfels tx nodding towards sleep; but Sam was staring forwards into the rising fog. They reached the entrance to the Ferry lane at last. It was marked by two tall white posts that suddenly loomed up on their right. Farmer Maggot drew in his ponies and the waggon creaked to a halt. They were just beginning to scramble out, when suddenly they heard what they had all been dreading: hoofs on the road ahead. The sound was coming towards them. Maggot jumped down and stood holding the ponies heads, and peering forward into the gloom. Clip-clop, clip-clop came the approaching rider. The fall of the hoofs sounded loud in the still, foggy air. Youd better be hidden, Mr. Frodo, said Sam anxiously. You get down Apex electrical new braunfels tx the waggon and cover up with blankets, and well send this rider to the rightabouts. He climbed out and went to the farmers A SH O R T CU T T O MU SHRO OMS 97 side. Black Riders would have to ride over him to get near the waggon. Clop-clop, clop-clop. The rider was nearly on them. Hallo there. called Farmer Maggot. The advancing hoofs stopped short. They thought they could dimly guess a dark cloaked shape in the mist, a yard or https://godeddaddygogogo.cloud/pubg-game/pubg-game-new-stalling-boss.php ahead. Now then. said the farmer, throwing the reins to Sam and striding forward. Dont you come a step nearer. What do you want, and where are you going. I want Mr. Baggins. Have you seen him.
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