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'
There
's
a
tidy
bit
of
money
tucked
away
up
there
,
I
hear
tell
,
'
said
a
stranger
,
a
visitor
on
business
from
Michel
Delving
in
the
Westfarthing
.
'
All
the
top
of
your
hill
is
full
of
tunnels
packed
with
chests
of
gold
and
silver
,
and
jools
,
by
what
I
've
heard
.
'
'
Then
you
've
heard
more
than
I
can
speak
to
,
'
answered
the
Gaffer
.
I
know
nothing
about
jools
.
Mr.
Bilbo
is
free
with
his
money
,
and
there
seems
no
lack
of
it
;
but
I
know
of
no
tunnel-making
.
I
saw
Mr.
Bilbo
when
he
came
back
,
a
matter
of
sixty
years
ago
,
when
I
was
a
lad
.
I
'd
not
long
come
prentice
to
old
Holman
(
him
being
my
dad
's
cousin
)
,
but
he
had
me
up
at
Bag
End
helping
him
to
keep
folks
from
trampling
and
trapessing
all
over
the
garden
while
the
sale
was
on
.
And
in
the
middle
of
it
all
Mr.
Bilbo
comes
up
the
Hill
with
a
pony
and
some
mighty
big
bags
and
a
couple
of
chests
.
I
do
n't
doubt
they
were
mostly
full
of
treasure
he
had
picked
up
in
foreign
parts
,
where
there
be
mountains
of
gold
,
they
say
;
but
there
was
n't
enough
to
fill
tunnels
.
But
my
lad
Sam
will
know
more
about
that
.
He
's
in
and
out
of
Bag
End
.
Crazy
about
stories
of
the
old
days
he
is
,
and
he
listens
to
all
Mr.
Bilbo
's
tales
.
Mr.
Bilbo
has
learned
him
his
letters
--
meaning
no
harm
,
mark
you
,
and
I
hope
no
harm
will
come
of
it
.
'
Elves
and
Dragons
'
I
says
to
him
.
'
Cabbages
and
potatoes
are
better
for
me
and
you
.
Do
n't
go
getting
mixed
up
in
the
business
of
your
betters
,
or
you
'll
land
in
trouble
too
big
for
you
,
'
I
says
to
him
.
And
I
might
say
it
to
others
,
'
he
added
with
a
look
at
the
stranger
and
the
miller
.
But
the
Gaffer
did
not
convince
his
audience
.
The
legend
of
Bilbo
's
wealth
was
now
too
firmly
fixed
in
the
minds
of
the
younger
generation
of
hobbits
.
'
Ah
,
but
he
has
likely
enough
been
adding
to
what
he
brought
at
first
,
'
argued
the
miller
,
voicing
common
opinion
.
'
He
's
often
away
from
home
.
And
look
at
the
outlandish
folk
that
visit
him
:
dwarves
coming
at
night
,
and
that
old
wandering
conjuror
,
Gandalf
,
and
all
.
You
can
say
what
you
like
,
Gaffer
,
but
Bag
End
's
a
queer
place
,
and
its
folk
are
queerer
.
'
'
And
you
can
say
what
you
like
,
about
what
you
know
no
more
of
than
you
do
of
boating
,
Mr.
Sandyman
,
'
retorted
the
Gaffer
,
disliking
the
miller
even
more
than
usual
.
If
that
's
being
queer
,
then
we
could
do
with
a
bit
more
queerness
in
these
parts
.
There
's
some
not
far
away
that
would
n't
offer
a
pint
of
beer
to
a
friend
,
if
they
lived
in
a
hole
with
golden
walls
.
But
they
do
things
proper
at
Bag
End
.
Our
Sam
says
that
everyone
's
going
to
be
invited
to
the
party
,
and
there
's
going
to
be
presents
,
mark
you
,
presents
for
all
--
this
very
month
as
is
.
'
That
very
month
was
September
,
and
as
fine
as
you
could
ask
.
A
day
or
two
later
a
rumour
(
probably
started
by
the
knowledgeable
Sam
)
was
spread
about
that
there
were
going
to
be
fireworks
--
fireworks
,
what
is
more
,
such
as
had
not
been
seen
in
the
Shire
for
nigh
on
a
century
,
not
indeed
since
the
Old
Took
died
.
Days
passed
and
The
Day
drew
nearer
.
An
odd-looking
waggon
laden
with
odd-looking
packages
rolled
into
Hobbiton
one
evening
and
toiled
up
the
Hill
to
Bag
End
.
The
startled
hobbits
peered
out
of
lamplit
doors
to
gape
at
it
.
It
was
driven
by
outlandish
folk
,
singing
strange
songs
:
dwarves
with
long
beards
and
deep
hoods
.
A
few
of
them
remained
at
Bag
End
.
At
the
end
of
the
second
week
in
September
a
cart
came
in
through
Bywater
from
the
direction
of
the
Brandywine
Bridge
in
broad
daylight
.
An
old
man
was
driving
it
all
alone
.
He
wore
a
tall
pointed
blue
hat
,
a
long
grey
cloak
,
and
a
silver
scarf
.
He
had
a
long
white
beard
and
bushy
eyebrows
that
stuck
out
beyond
the
brim
of
his
hat
.
Small
hobbit-children
ran
after
the
cart
all
through
Hobbiton
and
right
up
the
hill
.
It
had
a
cargo
of
fireworks
,
as
they
rightly
guessed
.
At
Bilbo
's
front
door
the
old
man
began
to
unload
:
there
were
great
bundles
of
fireworks
of
all
sorts
and
shapes
,
each
labelled
with
a
large
red
Gand
the
elf-rune
,
That
was
Gandalf
's
mark
,
of
course
,
and
the
old
man
was
Gandalf
the
Wizard
,
whose
fame
in
the
Shire
was
due
mainly
to
his
skill
with
fires
,
smokes
,
and
lights
.
His
real
business
was
far
more
difficult
and
dangerous
,
but
the
Shire-folk
knew
nothing
about
it
.
To
them
he
was
just
one
of
the
'
attractions
'
at
the
Party
.
Hence
the
excitement
of
the
hobbit-children
.
'
G
for
Grand
!
'
they
shouted
,
and
the
old
man
smiled
.
They
knew
him
by
sight
,
though
he
only
appeared
in
Hobbiton
occasionally
and
never
stopped
long
;
but
neither
they
nor
any
but
the
oldest
of
their
elders
had
seen
one
of
his
firework
displays
--
they
now
belonged
to
the
legendary
past
.
