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However
,
in
the
meanwhile
,
walking
was
not
unpleasant
.
Indeed
,
if
it
had
not
been
for
the
disturbing
events
of
the
night
before
,
they
would
have
enjoyed
this
part
of
the
journey
better
than
any
up
to
that
time
.
The
sun
was
shining
,
clear
but
not
too
hot
.
The
woods
in
the
valley
were
still
leafy
and
full
of
colour
,
and
seemed
peaceful
and
wholesome
.
Strider
guided
them
confidently
among
the
many
crossing
paths
,
although
left
to
themselves
they
would
soon
have
been
at
a
loss
.
He
was
taking
a
wandering
course
with
many
turns
and
doublings
,
to
put
off
any
pursuit
.
'
Bill
Ferny
will
have
watched
where
we
left
the
Road
,
for
certain
,
'
he
said
;
'
though
I
do
n't
think
he
will
follow
us
himself
.
He
knows
the
land
round
here
well
enough
,
but
he
knows
he
is
not
a
match
for
me
in
a
wood
.
It
is
what
he
may
tell
others
that
I
am
afraid
of
.
I
do
n't
suppose
they
are
far
away
.
If
they
think
we
have
made
for
Archet
,
so
much
the
better
.
'
Whether
because
of
Strider
's
skill
or
for
some
other
reason
,
they
saw
no
sign
and
heard
no
sound
of
any
other
living
thing
all
that
day
:
neither
two-footed
,
except
birds
;
nor
four-footed
,
except
one
fox
and
a
few
squirrels
.
The
next
day
they
began
to
steer
a
steady
course
eastwards
;
and
still
all
was
quiet
and
peaceful
.
On
the
third
day
out
from
Bree
they
came
out
of
the
Chetwood
.
The
land
had
been
falling
steadily
,
ever
since
they
turned
aside
from
the
Road
,
and
they
now
entered
a
wide
flat
expanse
of
country
,
much
more
difficult
to
manage
.
They
were
far
beyond
the
borders
of
the
Bree-land
,
out
in
the
pathless
wilderness
,
and
drawing
near
to
the
Midgewater
Marshes
.
The
ground
now
became
damp
,
and
in
places
boggy
and
here
and
there
they
came
upon
pools
,
and
wide
stretches
of
reeds
and
rushes
filled
with
the
warbling
of
little
hidden
birds
.
They
had
to
pick
their
way
carefully
to
keep
both
dry-footed
and
on
their
proper
course
.
At
first
they
made
fair
progress
,
but
as
they
went
on
,
their
passage
became
slower
and
more
dangerous
.
The
marshes
were
bewildering
and
treacherous
,
and
there
was
no
permanent
trail
even
for
Rangers
to
find
through
their
shifting
quagmires
.
The
flies
began
to
torment
them
,
and
the
air
was
full
of
clouds
of
tiny
midges
that
crept
up
their
sleeves
and
breeches
and
into
their
hair
.
'
I
am
being
eaten
alive
!
'
cried
Pippin
.
'
Midgewater
!
There
are
more
midges
than
water
!
'
'
What
do
they
live
on
when
they
ca
n't
get
hobbit
?
'
asked
Sam
,
scratching
his
neck
.
They
spent
a
miserable
day
in
this
lonely
and
unpleasant
country
.
Their
camping-place
was
damp
,
cold
,
and
uncomfortable
;
and
the
biting
insects
would
not
let
them
sleep
.
There
were
also
abominable
creatures
haunting
the
reeds
and
tussocks
that
from
the
sound
of
them
were
evil
relatives
of
the
cricket
.
There
were
thousands
of
them
,
and
they
squeaked
all
round
,
neek-breek
,
breek-neek
,
unceasingly
all
the
night
,
until
the
hobbits
were
nearly
frantic
.
The
next
day
,
the
fourth
,
was
little
better
,
and
the
night
almost
as
comfortless
.
Though
the
Neekerbreekers
(
as
Sam
called
them
)
had
been
left
behind
,
the
midges
still
pursued
them
.
