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"
It
is
less
easy
to
find
people
in
the
woods
and
fields
,
"
answered
Frodo
.
"
And
if
you
are
supposed
to
be
on
the
road
,
there
is
some
chance
that
you
will
be
looked
for
on
the
road
and
not
off
it
.
"
"
All
right
!
"
said
Pippin
.
"
I
will
folow
you
into
every
bog
and
ditch
.
But
it
is
hard
!
I
had
counted
on
passing
the
Golden
Perch
at
Stock
before
sundown
.
The
best
beer
in
the
Eastfarthing
,
or
used
to
be
:
it
is
a
long
time
since
I
tasted
it
.
"
"
That
settles
it
!
"
said
Frodo
.
"
Short
cuts
make
delays
,
but
inns
make
longer
ones
.
At
all
costs
we
must
keep
you
away
from
the
Golden
Perch
.
We
want
to
get
to
Bucklebury
before
dark
.
What
do
you
say
,
Sam
?
"
"
I
will
go
along
with
you
,
Mr.
Frodo
,
"
said
Sam
(
in
spite
of
private
misgiving
and
a
deep
regret
for
the
best
beer
in
the
Eastfarthing
)
.
"
Then
if
we
are
going
to
toil
through
bog
and
briar
,
let
's
go
now
!
"
said
Pippin
.
It
was
already
nearly
as
hot
as
it
had
been
the
day
before
;
but
clouds
were
beginning
to
come
up
from
the
West
.
It
looked
likely
to
turn
to
rain
.
The
hobbits
scrambled
down
a
steep
green
bank
and
plunged
into
the
thick
trees
below
.
Their
course
had
been
chosen
to
leave
Woodhal
to
their
left
,
and
to
cut
slanting
through
the
woods
that
clustered
along
the
eastern
side
of
the
hils
,
until
they
reached
the
flats
beyond
.
Then
they
could
make
straight
for
the
Ferry
over
country
that
was
open
,
except
for
a
few
ditches
and
fences
.
Frodo
reckoned
they
had
eighteen
miles
to
go
in
a
straight
line
.
He
soon
found
that
the
thicket
was
closer
and
more
tangled
than
it
had
appeared
.
There
were
no
paths
in
the
undergrowth
,
and
they
did
not
get
on
very
fast
.
When
they
had
struggled
to
the
bottom
of
the
bank
,
they
found
a
stream
running
down
from
the
hils
behind
in
a
deeply
dug
bed
with
steep
slippery
sides
overhung
with
brambles
.
Most
inconveniently
it
cut
across
the
line
they
had
chosen
.
They
could
not
jump
over
it
,
nor
indeed
get
across
it
at
all
without
getting
wet
,
scratched
,
and
muddy
.
They
halted
,
wondering
what
to
do
.
"
First
check
!
"
said
Pippin
,
smiling
grimly
.
Sam
Gamgee
looked
back
.
Through
an
opening
in
the
trees
he
caught
a
glimpse
of
the
top
of
the
green
bank
from
which
they
had
climbed
down
.
"
Look
!
"
he
said
,
clutching
Frodo
by
the
arm
.
They
all
looked
,
and
on
the
edge
high
above
them
they
saw
against
the
sky
a
horse
standing
.
Beside
it
stooped
a
black
figure
.
They
at
once
gave
up
any
idea
of
going
back
.
Frodo
led
the
way
,
and
plunged
quickly
into
the
thick
bushes
beside
the
stream
.
"
Whew
!
"
he
said
to
Pippin
.
"
We
were
both
right
!
The
short
cut
has
gone
crooked
already
;
but
we
got
under
cover
only
just
in
time
.
You
've
got
sharp
ears
,
Sam
:
can
you
hear
anything
coming
?
"
