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If
they
had
come
ashore
in
the
daylight
,
we
might
have
had
a
look
inside
,
"
they
said
.
"
No
time
now
!
"
cried
the
raftman
.
"
Shove
off
!
"
And
off
they
went
at
last
,
slowly
at
first
,
until
they
had
passed
the
point
of
rock
where
other
elves
stood
to
fend
them
off
with
poles
,
and
then
quicker
and
quicker
as
they
caught
the
main
stream
and
went
sailing
away
down
,
down
towards
the
Lake
.
They
had
escaped
the
dungeons
of
the
king
and
were
through
the
wood
,
but
whether
alive
or
dead
still
remains
to
be
seen
.
The
day
grew
lighter
and
warmer
as
they
floated
along
.
After
a
while
the
river
rounded
a
steep
shoulder
of
land
that
came
down
upon
their
left
.
Under
its
rocky
feet
like
an
inland
cliff
the
deepest
stream
had
flowed
lapping
and
bubbling
.
Suddenly
the
cliff
fell
away
.
The
shores
sank
.
The
trees
ended
.
Then
Bilbo
saw
a
sight
:
The
lands
opened
wide
about
him
,
filled
with
the
waters
of
the
river
which
broke
up
and
wandered
in
a
hundred
winding
courses
,
or
halted
in
marshes
and
pools
dotted
with
isles
on
every
side
:
but
still
a
strong
water
flowed
on
steadily
through
the
midst
.
And
far
away
,
its
dark
head
in
a
torn
cloud
,
there
loomed
the
Mountain
!
Its
nearest
neighbours
to
the
North-East
and
the
tumbled
land
that
joined
it
to
them
could
not
be
seen
.
All
alone
it
rose
and
looked
across
the
marshes
to
the
forest
.
The
Lonely
Mountain
!
Bilbo
had
come
far
and
through
many
adventures
to
see
it
,
and
now
he
did
not
like
the
look
of
it
in
the
least
.
As
he
listened
to
the
talk
of
the
raftmen
and
pieced
together
the
scraps
of
information
they
let
fall
,
he
soon
realized
that
he
was
very
fortunate
ever
to
have
seen
it
at
all
,
even
from
this
distance
.
Dreary
as
had
been
his
imprisonment
and
unpleasant
as
was
his
position
(
to
say
nothing
of
the
poor
dwarves
underneath
him
)
still
,
he
had
been
more
lucky
than
he
had
guessed
.
The
talk
was
all
of
the
trade
that
came
and
went
on
the
waterways
and
the
growth
of
the
traffic
on
the
river
,
as
the
roads
out
of
the
East
towards
Mirkwood
vanished
or
fell
into
disuse
;
and
of
the
bickerings
of
the
Lake-men
and
the
Wood-elves
about
the
upkeep
of
the
Forest
River
and
the
care
of
the
banks
.
Those
lands
had
changed
much
since
the
days
when
dwarves
dwelt
in
the
Mountain
,
days
which
most
people
now
remembered
only
as
a
very
shadowy
tradition
.
They
had
changed
even
in
recent
years
,
and
since
the
last
news
that
Gandalf
had
had
of
them
.
Great
floods
and
rains
had
swollen
the
waters
that
flowed
east
;
and
there
had
been
an
earthquake
or
two
(
which
some
were
inclined
to
attribute
to
the
dragon-alluding
to
him
chiefly
with
a
curse
and
an
ominous
nod
in
the
direction
of
the
Mountain
)
.
The
marshes
and
bogs
had
spread
wider
and
wider
on
either
side
.
Paths
had
vanished
,
and
many
a
rider
and
wanderer
too
,
if
they
had
tried
to
find
the
lost
ways
across
.
The
elf-road
through
the
wood
which
the
dwarves
had
followed
on
the
advice
of
Beorn
now
came
to
a
doubtful
and
little
used
end
at
the
eastern
edge
of
the
forest
;
only
the
river
offered
any
longer
a
safe
way
from
the
skirts
of
Mirkwood
in
the
North
to
the
mountain-shadowed
plains
beyond
,
and
the
river
was
guarded
by
the
Wood-elves
'
king
.
So
you
see
Bilbo
had
come
in
the
end
by
the
only
road
that
was
any
good
.
It
might
have
been
some
comfort
to
Mr.
Baggins
shivering
on
the
barrels
,
if
he
had
known
that
news
of
this
had
reached
Gandalf
far
away
and
given
him
great
anxiety
,
and
that
he
was
in
fact
finishing
his
other
business
(
which
does
not
come
into
this
tale
)
and
getting
ready
to
come
in
search
of
Thorin
's
company
.
But
Bilbo
did
not
know
it
.
