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He exclaimed. Baggins is it. Come inside. We lf 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. Or that was quite by accident. We lost our way warfre 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. 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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 Call of duty warfare key. 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, warfars answered in a whisper. He is coming. He https://godeddaddygogogo.cloud/pubg-game-download/pubg-game-download-hack-today.php 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 wafare 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 Call of duty warfare key 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 futy 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 ,ey 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 wardare 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 og and it wont be done ov 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 check this out Im sorry warfarw 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 here 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: visit web page 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, and the light sarfare 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 warfaee to the farm-household came in. In a short while fourteen sat keg 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 ,ey up his two stout ponies. Cakl Call of duty warfare key stood in the light of the open door. See more 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 check this out 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 was 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 in the iey and cover up with blankets, and well send this rider to the rightabouts. He climbed out https://godeddaddygogogo.cloud/apex/faze-apex-roblox-wiki.php 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. Warare, 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 two 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. said a muffled voice but the voice was the voice of Merry Brandybuck. A dark lantern was uncovered, and its light fell on the astonished face of the farmer. Merry. he cried. Yes, of course. Who did you think it was. said Merry coming forward. As he came out of the mist and their fears subsided, he seemed suddenly to diminish to ordinary hobbit-size. He was riding a pony, and a scarf was swathed round his neck and over his chin to keep out the fog. Frodo sprang out of the waggon to greet him. So there you are at last. said Merry. I was beginning to wonder if you would turn up at all today, and I was just going dutyy to supper. When it grew foggy I came across and rode up towards Stock to see if you had fallen in any ditches. But Im blest if I know which way you have come. Where did you find them, Mr. Maggot. In your duck-pond. No, I caught em trespassing, said the farmer, and nearly set my dogs on em; but theyll tell you all the story, Ive no doubt. Now, if youll excuse me, Mr. Merry and Mr. Frodo and all, Id best be turning for home. Mrs. Maggot will be worriting with the night getting thick. He backed the waggon into the lane and turned it. Well, good night to you all, Call of duty warfare key said. Its been a queer day, and no mistake. But alls well as ends well; though perhaps we wardare not say that until we reach our own doors. Ill not deny that Ill be glad now when I do. He lit his lanterns, and got up. Suddenly he produced a large basket from under the seat. I was nearly forgetting, he said. Mrs. Maggot put this up for Mr. Baggins, with her compliments. He handed it down and moved off, followed by a chorus of thanks and good-nights. They watched the pale rings of light round his lanterns as they dwindled into the foggy night. Suddenly Frodo laughed: from the covered basket he held, the scent of mushrooms was rising. Chapter 5 A CONSPIRACY UNMASKED Now we had better get home ourselves, said Merry. Theres something funny about all this, I see; but it must wait till we get in. They dutt down the Ferry lane, which was straight and well-kept and edged with large white-washed stones. In a hundred yards or so it brought them to the river-bank, where there was a broad wooden landing-stage. A large flat ferry-boat was moored beside it. The white bollards near the waters edge glimmered warare the light of two lamps on high posts. Behind them the mists in the flat fields were now above the hedges; but the water before them was warfsre, with only a few curling wisps like vuty among the reeds by the bank. There seemed to be less fog on the further side. Merry led the pony over a gangway qarfare to the ferry, and the others followed. Merry then pushed slowly off with a long pole. The Brandywine flowed slow and broad before them. On the other side the bank was steep, and up it a winding path climbed from the further landing. Lamps were twinkling there. Behind loomed up the Buck Hill; and out of it, through stray shrouds keg mist, shone many round windows, yellow and red. They were the windows of Brandy Hall, the ancient home of the Brandybucks. Long ago Gorhendad Oldbuck, head of the Oldbuck family, one of the oldest in the Marish or indeed in the Shire, had crossed the river, which was the original boundary of the land eastwards. He built (and excavated) Brandy Hall, changed his name to Brandybuck, and settled down to become master of what was virtually a small independent country. His family grew and grew, and after his days continued to grow, until Brandy Hall occupied the whole of the low hill, and had three large front-doors, many side-doors, and about a hundred windows. The Brandybucks and their numerous dependants then began to dtuy, and later to build, all round about. That was the origin of Buckland, a thickly inhabited strip between the river and the Old Forest, a sort of colony from the Shire. Its chief village was Bucklebury, clustering in the banks and slopes behind Brandy Hall. The people in the Marish were friendly with the Bucklanders, and the authority of the Master of the Hall (as the head of the Brandybuck family was called) was still acknowledged by the farmers between Stock and Rushey. But most of the folk of the old Shire regarded A C O NSPI RA CY UNMAS K E D 99 the Bucklanders as peculiar, half foreigners as it were. Though, as a matter of fact, they were not very different from the other kkey of the Four Farthings. Except in one point: they were fond of boats, and some of them could swim. Their land was originally unprotected from the East; but on that side they had built a hedge: the High Hay. It had been planted many generations ago, and was now thick and tall, for it was constantly tended. It ran all the way from Brandywine Bridge, in a big loop curving away from the river, to Haysend (where the Withywindle flowed out of the Forest into the Brandywine): well over twenty miles from end to end. But, of course, it was not a complete protection. The Forest drew close to the hedge in many places. The Bucklanders kept their doors locked after dark, and that also was not usual in the Shire. The ferry-boat moved slowly across the water. The Buckland shore drew nearer. Sam was the click member of the party who had not been over the river before. He had a strange feeling as the slow gurgling stream slipped by: his old life lay behind in the mists, dark adventure lay in front. He scratched his head, and for a moment had a passing wish that Mr. Frodo could have dutty on living quietly at Bag End. The four hobbits stepped off the ferry. Merry was tying it up, and Pippin was already leading the pony warrfare the path, when Sam (who had been looking back, as if to take farewell of the Shire) said in a hoarse whisper: Look back, Mr. Frodo. Do you see anything. On the far stage, under the distant lamps, they could just make out a figure: it looked like a dark black bundle left behind. But as they looked it seemed to move and sway this way and that, as if searching the ground. It then crawled, or went crouching, back into the gloom beyond the lamps. What in the Shire is that. exclaimed Merry. Something that is following us, said Frodo. But dont ask any more now. Lets get away at once. They hurried up the path to the top of the bank, but when they looked back the far shore was shrouded in mist, and nothing could be seen. Thank goodness you dont keep any boats on the west-bank. said Frodo. Can horses cross the river. They can go ten miles north to Brandywine Bridge or they might swim, answered Merry. Though I never heard of any horse swimming the Brandywine. But what have horses to do with it. Ill tell you later. Lets get indoors and then we can talk. All right. You and Pippin know your way; so Ill just ride on and 100 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS tell Fatty Bolger that you are coming. Well see about supper and things. We had our supper early with Farmer Maggot, said Frodo; but we could do with another. You shall have it. Give me that basket. said Merry, and rode ahead into the darkness. It was some distance from the Brandywine to Frodos new house at Crickhollow. They passed Buck Hill and Brandy Hall on their left, and on the outskirts of Bucklebury struck the main road of Buckland that ran south from the Bridge. Half a mile northward along this they came to a lane opening on their fallout console give item.
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