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If youre right in your reckoning, we havent dealt with a tithe of them yet. But its dark now. I think the next stroke must wait until morning. Then we must call on the Chief. Why not now?said Sam. Its not much more than six oclock. And I want to see my gaffer. Dyou know whats come of him, Mr. Cotton. Hes not too well, and not too bad, Sam, said the farmer. They dug up Bagshot Row, and that was a sad blow to him. Hes in one of them new houses that the Chiefs Men used to build while they still did any work other than burning and thieving: not above a mile from the end of Bywater. But he comes around to me, when he gets a chance, and I see hes better fed than some of the poor bodies. All against The Rules, of course. Id have had him with me, but that wasnt allowed. 1012 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS Thankee indeed, Mr. Cotton, and Ill never forget it, said Sam. But I want to see him. That Boss and that Sharkey, as they spoke of, they might do a mischief up there before the morning. All right, Sam, said Cotton. Choose a lad or two, and go and fetch him to my house. Youll not have need to go near the old Hobbiton village over Water. My Jolly here will show you. Sam went off. Merry arranged for look-outs round the village and guards at the barriers during the night. Then he and Frodo went off with Farmer Cotton. They xbox bluey the game with the family in the warm kitchen, and the Cottons asked a few polite questions about their travels, but hardly listened to the answers: they were far more concerned with events in the Shire. It all began with Pimple, as we call him, said Farmer Cotton; and it began as soon as youd gone off, Mr. Frodo. Hed funny ideas, had Pimple. Seems he wanted to own everything himself, and then order other folk about. It soon came out that he already did own a sight more than was good for him; and he was always grabbing more, though where he got the money was a mystery: mills and malt-houses and inns, and farms, and leaf-plantations. Hed already bought Sandymans mill before he came to Bag End, seemingly. Of course he started with a lot of property in the Southfarthing which he had from his dad; and it seems hed been selling a lot o the best leaf, and sending it away quietly for a year or two. But at the end o last year he began sending away loads of stuff, not only leaf. Things began to get short, and winter coming on, too. Folk got angry, but he had his answer. A lot of Men, ruffians mostly, came with great waggons, some to carry off the goods south-away, and others to stay. And more came. And before we knew where we were they were planted here and there all over the Shire, and were felling trees and digging and building themselves sheds and houses just as they liked. At first goods and damage was paid for by Pimple; but soon they began lording it around and taking what they wanted. Then there was a bit of trouble, but not enough. Old Will the Mayor set off for Bag End to protest, but he never got there. Link laid hands on him and took and locked him up in a hole in Michel Delving, and there he is now. And after that, it would be soon after New Year, there wasnt no more Mayor, and Pimple called himself Chief Shirriff, or just Chief, rust guy zoom did as he liked; and if anyone got uppish as they called it, they followed Will. So things went from bad to worse. There wasnt no smoke left, save for the Men; and the Chief didnt hold with beer, save for his Men, and closed all the inns; and everything except Rules got shorter and shorter, unless one could hide a bit of ones own when the ruffians went round gathering stuff T HE SC O URIN G O F TH E SH IRE 1013 up for fair distribution: which meant they got it and we didnt, except for the leavings which you could have at the Shirriff-houses, if you could stomach them. All very bad. But since Sharkey came its been plain ruination. First counter strike game release date is this Sharkey. said Merry. I heard one of the ruffians speak of him. The biggest ruffian o the lot, seemingly, answered Cotton. It was about last harvest, end o September maybe, that we first heard of him. Weve never seen him, but hes up at Bag End; and hes the real Chief now, I guess. All the ruffians do what he says; and what he says is mostly: hack, burn, and ruin; and now its come to killing. Theres no longer even any bad sense in it. They cut down trees and let em lie, they burn houses and build no more. Take Sandymans mill now. Pimple knocked it down almost as soon as he came to Bag End. Then he brought in a lot o dirty-looking Men to build a bigger one and fill it full o wheels and outlandish contraptions. Only that fool Ted was pleased by that, and he works there cleaning wheels for the Men, where his dad was the Miller and his own master. Pimples idea was to grind more and faster, or so he said. Hes got other mills like it. But youve got to have grist before you can grind; and there was no more for the new mill to do than for the old. But since Sharkey came they dont grind no more corn at all. Theyre always a-hammering and a-letting out a smoke and a stench, and there isnt no peace even at night in Hobbiton. And they pour out filth a purpose; theyve fouled all the lower Water, and its getting down into Brandywine. If they want to make the Shire into a desert, theyre going the right way about it. I dont believe that fool of a Pimples behind all this. Its Sharkey, I say. Thats right. put in Young Tom. Why, they even took Pimples old ma, that Lobelia, and he was fond of her, if no one else was. Some of the Hobbiton folk, they saw it. She comes down the lane with her old umberella. Some of the ruffians were going up with a big cart. Where be you a-going. says she. To Bag End, says they. What for. says she. To put up some sheds for Sharkey, says they. Who said you could. says she. Sharkey, says they. So get out o the road, old hagling. Ill give you Sharkey, you dirty thieving ruffians. says she, and ups with her umberella and goes for the leader, near twice her size. So they took her. Dragged her off to the Lockholes, at her age too. Theyve took others we miss more, but theres no denying she showed more spirit than most. 1014 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS Into the middle of this talk came Sam, bursting in with his gaffer. Old Gamgee did not look much older, but he was a little deafer. Good evening, Mr. Baggins. he said. Glad indeed I am to see you safe back. But Ive a bone to pick with you, in a manner o speaking, if I may make so bold. You didnt never ought to have a sold Bag End, as I always said. Thats what started all the mischief. And while youve been trapessing in foreign parts, chasing Black Men up mountains from what my Sam says, though what for he dont make clear, theyve been and dug up Bagshot Row and ruined my taters. I am very sorry, Mr. Gamgee, said Frodo. But now Ive come back, Ill do my best to make amends. Well, you cant say fairer than that, said the Gaffer. Frodo Baggins is a real gentlehobbit, I always have said, whatever you may think of some others of First counter strike game release date name, begging your pardon. And I hope my Sams behaved hisself and given satisfaction. Perfect satisfaction, Mr. Gamgee, said Frodo. Indeed, if you will believe it, hes now one of the most famous people in all the lands, and they are making songs about his deeds from here to the Sea and beyond the Great River. Sam blushed, but he looked gratefully at Frodo, for Rosies eyes were shining and she was smiling at him. It takes a lot o believing, said the Gaffer, though I can see hes been mixing in strange company. Whats come of his weskit. I dont hold with wearing ironmongery, whether it wears well or no. Farmer Cottons household and all his guests were up early next morning. Nothing had been heard in the night, but more trouble would certainly come before the day was old. Seems as if none o the ruffians were left up at Bag End, said Cotton; but the gang from Waymeet will be along any time now. After breakfast a messenger from the Tookland First counter strike game release date in. He was in high spirits. The Thain has raised all our country, he said, and the news is going like fire all ways. The ruffians that were watching our land have fled off south, those that escaped alive. The Thain has gone after them, to hold off the big gang down that way; but hes sent Mr. Peregrin back visit web page all the other folk he can spare. The next news was less good. Merry, who had been out all night, came riding in about ten oclock. Theres a big band about four miles away, he said. Theyre coming along the road from Waymeet, but a good many stray ruffians have joined up with them. There must be close on a hundred of them; and theyre fire-raising as they come. Curse them. This lot wont read more to talk, theyll kill, if they can, said Farmer Cotton. If Tooks dont come sooner, wed best get behind cover T HE SC O URIN G O F TH E SH IRE 1015 and shoot without arguing. Theres got to be some fighting before this is settled, Mr. Frodo. The Tooks did come sooner. Before long they marched in, a hundred strong, from Tuckborough and the Green Hills with Pippin at their head. Merry now had enough sturdy hobbitry to deal with the ruffians. Scouts reported that they were keeping close together. They knew that the countryside had risen against them, and plainly meant to deal with the rebellion ruthlessly, at its centre in Bywater. But however grim they might be, they seemed to have no leader among them who understood warfare. They came on without any precautions. Merry laid his plans quickly. The ruffians came tramping along the East Road, and without halting turned up the Bywater Road, which ran for some way sloping up between high banks with low hedges on top. Round a bend, about a furlong from the main road, they met a stout barrier of old farmcarts upturned. That halted them. At the same moment they became aware that the hedges on both sides, just above their heads, were all lined with hobbits. Behind them other hobbits now pushed out some more waggons that had been hidden in a field, and so blocked the way back. A voice spoke to them from above. Well, you have walked into a trap, said Merry. Your fellows from Hobbiton did the same, and one is dead and the rest are prisoners. Lay down your weapons. Then go back twenty paces and sit down. Any who try to break out will be shot. But the ruffians could not now be cowed so easily. A few of them obeyed, but were immediately set on by their fellows. A score or more broke back and charged the waggons. Six were shot, but the remainder burst out, killing two hobbits, and then scattering across country in the direction of the Woody End. Two more fell as they ran. Merry blew a loud horn-call, and there were answering calls from a distance. They wont get far, said Pippin. All that country is alive with our hunters now. Behind, the trapped Men in the lane, still about four score, tried to climb the barrier and the banks, and the hobbits were obliged to shoot many of them or hew them with axes. But many of the strongest and most desperate got out on the west side, and attacked their enemies fiercely, being now more bent on killing than escaping. Several hobbits fell, and the rest were wavering, when Merry and Pippin, who were on the east side, came across and charged the First counter strike game release date. Merry himself slew the leader, a great squint-eyed brute like a huge orc. Then he drew his forces off, encircling the last remnant of the Men in a wide ring of archers. 1016 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS At last all was over. Nearly seventy of the ruffians lay dead on the field, and a dozen were prisoners. Nineteen hobbits were killed, and some thirty were wounded. The dead ruffians were laden on waggons and hauled off to an old sand-pit nearby and there buried: in the Battle Pit, as it was afterwards called. The fallen hobbits were laid together in a grave on the hill-side, where later a great stone was set up with a garden about it. So ended the Battle of Bywater, 1419, the last battle fought in the Shire, and the only battle since the Greenfields, 1147, away up in the Northfarthing. In consequence, though it happily cost very few lives, it has a chapter to itself in the Red Book, and the names of all those who took part were made into a Roll, and learned by heart by Shire-historians. The very considerable rise in the fame and fortune of the Cottons dates from this time; but at the top of the Roll in all accounts stand the names of Captains Meriadoc and Peregrin. Frodo had been in the battle, but he had not drawn sword, and his chief part had been to prevent the hobbits in their wrath at their losses, from slaying those of their enemies who threw down their weapons. When the fighting was over, and the later labours were continue reading, Merry, Pippin, and Sam joined him, and they rode back with the Cottons. They ate a late midday meal, and then Frodo said with a sigh: Well, I suppose it is time now that we dealt with the Chief. Yes indeed; the sooner the better, said Merry. And dont be too gentle. Hes responsible for bringing in these ruffians, and for all the evil they have done. Farmer Cotton collected an escort of some two dozen sturdy hobbits. For its only a guess that there is no ruffians left at Bag End, he said. We dont know. Then they set out on foot. Frodo, Sam, Merry, and Pippin led the way. It was one of the saddest hours in their lives. The great chimney rose up before them; and as they drew near the old village across the Water, through rows of new mean houses along each side of the road, they saw the new mill in read more its frowning and dirty ugliness: a great brick building straddling the stream, which it fouled with a steaming and stinking outflow. All along the Bywater Road every tree had been felled. As they crossed the bridge and looked up the Hill they gasped. Even Sams vision in the Mirror had not prepared him for what they saw. The Old Grange on the west side had been knocked down, and its place taken by rows of tarred sheds. All the chestnuts were gone. The banks and hedgerows were broken. Great waggons were standing in disorder in a field beaten bare of grass. Bagshot Row was a yawning T HE SC O URIN G O F TH E SH IRE 1017 sand and gravel quarry. Bag End up beyond could not be seen for a clutter of large huts. Theyve cut it down. cried Sam. Theyve cut down the Party Tree. He pointed to where the tree had stood under which Bilbo had made his Farewell Speech. It was lying lopped and dead in the field. As if this was the last straw Sam burst into tears. A laugh put an end to them. There was a surly hobbit lounging over the low wall of the mill-yard. He was grimy-faced and black-handed. Dont ee like it, Sam. he sneered. But you always was soft. I thought youd gone off in one o them ships you used to prattle about, sailing, sailing. What dyou want to come back for. Weve work to do in the Shire now. So I see, said Sam. No time for washing, but time for wallpropping. But see here, Master Sandyman, Ive a score to pay in this village, and dont you make it any longer with your jeering, or youll foot a bill too big for your purse. Ted Sandyman spat over the wall. Garn. he said. You cant touch me. Im a friend o the Bosss. But hell touch you all right, if I have any more of your mouth. Dont waste any more words on the fool, Sam. said Frodo. I hope there are not many more hobbits that have become like this. It would be a worse trouble than all the damage the Men have done. You are dirty and insolent, Sandyman, said Merry. And also very much out of your reckoning. We are just going up the Hill to remove your precious Boss. We have dealt with his Men. Ted gaped, for at that moment he first caught sight of the escort that at a sign from Merry now marched over the bridge. Dashing back into the mill he ran out with a horn and blew it loudly. Save your breath. laughed Merry. Ive a better. Then lifting up his silver horn he winded it, and its clear call rang over the Hill; and out of the holes and sheds and shabby houses of Hobbiton the hobbits answered, and came pouring out, and with cheers and loud cries they followed the company up the road to Bag End. At the top of the lane the party halted, and Frodo and his friends went on; and they came at last to the once beloved place. The garden was full of huts and sheds, some so near the old westward windows that they cut off all their light. There were piles of refuse everywhere. The door was scarred; the bell-chain was dangling loose, and the bell would not ring. Knocking brought no answer. At length they pushed and the door yielded. They went in. The place stank and was full of filth and disorder: it did not appear to have been used for some time. 1018 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS Where is that miserable Lotho hiding. said Merry. They had searched every room and found no living thing save rats and mice. Shall we turn on the others to search the sheds. This is worse than Mordor. said Sam. Much worse in a way. It comes home to you, as they say; because it is home, and you remember it before it was all ruined. Yes, this is Mordor, said Frodo. Just one of its works. Saruman was doing its work all the time, even when he thought he was working for himself. And the same with those that Saruman tricked, like Lotho. Merry looked round in dismay and disgust. Lets get out. he said. If I had known all the mischief he had caused, I should have stuffed my pouch down Sarumans throat. No doubt, no doubt. But you did not, and so I am able to welcome you home. There standing at the door was Saruman himself, looking well-fed and well-pleased; his eyes gleamed with malice and amusement. A sudden light broke on Frodo. Sharkey. he cried. Saruman laughed. So you have heard the name, have you. All my people used to call me that in Isengard, I believe. A sign of affection, possibly. But evidently you did not expect to see me here. I did not, said Frodo. But I might have guessed. A little mischief in a mean way: Gandalf warned me that you were still capable of it. Quite capable, said Saruman, and more than a little. You made me laugh, you hobbit-lordlings, riding along with all those great people, so secure and so pleased with your little selves. You thought you had done very well out of it all, and could now just amble back and have a nice quiet time in the country. Sarumans home could be all wrecked, and he could be turned out, but no one could touch yours. Oh no. Gandalf would look after your affairs.
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