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"
No
,
you
do
n't
,
Sam
!
"
said
Pippin
.
"
It
is
good
for
him
.
He
's
got
nothing
except
what
he
ordered
us
to
pack
.
He
's
been
slack
lately
,
and
he
'll
feel
the
weight
less
when
he
's
walked
off
some
of
his
own
.
"
"
Be
kind
to
a
poor
old
hobbit
!
"
laughed
Frodo
.
"
I
shal
be
as
thin
as
a
wilow-wand
,
I
'm
sure
,
before
I
get
to
Buckland
.
But
I
was
talking
nonsense
.
I
suspect
you
have
taken
more
than
your
share
,
Sam
,
and
I
shal
look
into
it
at
our
next
packing
.
"
He
picked
up
his
stick
again
.
"
Wel
,
we
all
like
walking
in
the
dark
,
"
he
said
,
's
o
let
's
put
some
miles
behind
us
before
bed
.
"
For
a
short
way
they
folowed
the
lane
westwards
.
Then
leaving
it
they
turned
left
and
took
quietly
to
the
fields
again
.
They
went
in
single
file
along
hedgerows
and
the
borders
of
coppices
,
and
night
fell
dark
about
them
.
In
their
dark
cloaks
they
were
as
invisible
as
if
they
all
had
magic
rings
.
Since
they
were
all
hobbits
,
and
were
trying
to
be
silent
,
they
made
no
noise
that
even
hobbits
would
hear
.
Even
the
wild
things
in
the
fields
and
woods
hardly
noticed
their
passing
.
After
some
time
they
crossed
the
Water
,
west
of
Hobbiton
,
by
a
narrow
plank-bridge
.
The
stream
was
there
no
more
than
a
winding
black
ribbon
,
bordered
with
leaning
alder-trees
.
A
mile
or
two
further
south
they
hastily
crossed
the
great
road
from
the
Brandywine
Bridge
;
they
were
now
in
the
Tookland
and
bending
south-eastwards
they
made
for
the
Green
Hill
Country
.
As
they
began
to
climb
its
first
slopes
they
looked
back
and
saw
the
lamps
in
Hobbiton
far
off
twinkling
in
the
gentle
valey
of
the
Water
.
Soon
it
disappeared
in
the
folds
of
the
darkened
land
,
and
was
folowed
by
Bywater
beside
its
grey
pool
.
When
the
light
of
the
last
farm
was
far
behind
,
peeping
among
the
trees
,
Frodo
turned
and
waved
a
hand
in
farewel
.
"
I
wonder
if
I
shal
ever
look
down
into
that
valey
again
,
"
he
said
quietly
.
When
they
had
walked
for
about
three
hours
they
rested
.
The
night
was
clear
,
cool
,
and
starry
,
but
smoke-like
wisps
of
mist
were
creeping
up
the
hil-sides
from
the
streams
and
deep
meadows
.
Thin-clad
birches
,
swaying
in
a
light
wind
above
their
heads
,
made
a
black
net
against
the
pale
sky
.
They
ate
a
very
frugal
supper
(
for
hobbits
)
,
and
then
went
on
again
.
Soon
they
struck
a
narrow
road
,
that
went
roling
up
and
down
,
fading
grey
into
the
darkness
ahead
:
the
road
to
Woodhal
,
and
Stock
,
and
the
Bucklebury
Ferry
.
It
climbed
away
from
the
main
road
in
the
Water-valey
,
and
wound
over
the
skirts
of
the
Green
Hils
towards
Woody-End
,
a
wild
corner
of
the
Eastfarthing
.
After
a
while
they
plunged
into
a
deeply
cloven
track
between
tall
trees
that
rustled
their
dry
leaves
in
the
night
.
It
was
very
dark
.
At
first
they
talked
,
or
hummed
a
tune
softly
together
,
being
now
far
away
from
inquisitive
ears
.
Then
they
marched
on
in
silence
,
and
Pippin
began
to
lag
behind
.
At
last
,
as
they
began
to
climb
a
steep
slope
,
he
stopped
and
yawned
.
"
I
am
so
sleepy
,
"
he
said
,
'
that
soon
I
shal
fall
down
on
the
road
.
Are
you
going
to
sleep
on
your
legs
?
It
is
nearly
midnight
.
"
