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It
was
five
miles
or
more
from
Maggot
's
lane
to
the
Ferry
.
The
hobbits
wrapped
themselves
up
,
but
their
ears
were
strained
for
any
sound
above
the
creak
of
the
wheels
and
the
slow
clop
of
the
ponies
'
hoofs
.
The
waggon
seemed
slower
than
a
snail
to
Frodo
.
Beside
him
Pippin
was
nodding
towards
sleep
;
but
Sam
was
staring
forwards
into
the
rising
fog
.
They
reached
the
entrance
to
the
Ferry
lane
at
last
.
It
was
marked
by
two
tall
white
posts
that
suddenly
loomed
up
on
their
right
.
Farmer
Maggot
drew
in
his
ponies
and
the
waggon
creaked
to
a
halt
.
They
were
just
beginning
lo
scramble
out
,
when
suddenly
they
heard
what
they
had
all
been
dreading
:
hoofs
on
the
road
ahead
.
The
sound
was
coming
towards
them
.
Maggot
jumped
down
and
stood
holding
the
ponies
'
heads
,
and
peering
forward
into
the
gloom
.
Clip-clop
,
clip-clop
came
the
approaching
rider
.
The
fall
of
the
hoofs
sounded
loud
in
the
still
,
foggy
air
.
"
You
'd
better
be
hidden
,
Mr.
Frodo
,
"
said
Sam
anxiously
.
"
You
get
down
in
the
waggon
and
cover
up
with
blankets
,
and
we
'll
send
this
rider
to
the
rightabouts
!
"
He
climbed
out
and
went
to
the
farmer
's
side
.
Black
Riders
would
have
to
ride
over
him
to
get
near
the
waggon
.
Clop-clop
,
clop-clop
.
The
rider
was
nearly
on
them
.
"
Halo
there
!
"
caled
Farmer
Maggot
.
The
advancing
hoofs
stopped
short
.
They
thought
they
could
dimly
guess
a
dark
cloaked
shape
in
the
mist
,
a
yard
or
two
ahead
.
"
Now
then
!
"
said
the
farmer
,
throwing
the
reins
to
Sam
and
striding
forward
.
"
Do
n't
you
come
a
step
nearer
!
What
do
you
want
,
and
where
are
you
going
?
"
"
I
want
Mr.
Baggins
.
Have
you
seen
him
?
"
said
a
muffled
voice
-
but
the
voice
was
the
voice
of
Merry
Brandybuck
.
A
dark
lantern
was
uncovered
,
and
its
light
fell
on
the
astonished
face
of
the
farmer
.
"
Mr.
Merry
!
"
he
cried
.
"
Yes
,
of
course
!
Who
did
you
think
it
was
?
"
said
Merry
coming
forward
.
As
he
came
out
of
the
mist
and
their
fears
subsided
,
he
seemed
suddenly
to
diminish
to
ordinary
hobbit-size
.
He
was
riding
a
pony
,
and
a
scarf
was
swathed
round
his
neck
and
over
his
chin
to
keep
out
the
fog
.
