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Frodo
sprang
out
of
the
waggon
to
greet
him
.
"
So
there
you
are
at
last
!
"
said
Merry
.
"
I
was
beginning
to
wonder
if
you
would
turn
up
at
all
today
,
and
I
was
just
going
back
to
supper
.
When
it
grew
foggy
I
came
across
and
rode
up
towards
Stock
to
see
if
you
had
falen
in
any
ditches
.
But
I
'm
blest
if
I
know
which
way
you
have
come
.
Where
did
you
find
them
,
Mr.
Maggot
?
In
your
duck-pond
?
"
"
No
,
I
caught
'em
trespassing
,
"
said
the
farmer
,
'
and
nearly
set
my
dogs
on
'em
;
but
they
'll
tell
you
all
the
story
,
I
've
no
doubt
.
Now
,
if
you
'll
excuse
me
,
Mr.
Merry
and
Mr.
Frodo
and
al
,
I
'd
best
be
turning
for
home
.
Mrs.
Maggot
will
be
worriting
with
the
night
getting
thick
.
"
He
backed
the
waggon
into
the
lane
and
turned
it
.
"
Wel
,
good
night
to
you
al
,
"
he
said
.
"
It
's
been
a
queer
day
,
and
no
mistake
.
But
al
's
well
as
ends
wel
;
though
perhaps
we
should
not
say
that
until
we
reach
our
own
doors
.
I
'll
not
deny
that
I
'll
be
glad
now
when
I
do
.
"
He
lit
his
lanterns
,
and
got
up
.
Suddenly
he
produced
a
large
basket
from
under
the
seat
.
"
I
was
nearly
forgetting
,
"
he
said
.
"
Mrs.
Maggot
put
this
up
for
Mr.
Baggins
,
with
her
compliments
.
"
He
handed
it
down
and
moved
off
,
folowed
by
a
chorus
of
thanks
and
good-nights
.
They
watched
the
pale
rings
of
light
round
his
lanterns
as
they
dwindled
into
the
foggy
night
.
Suddenly
Frodo
laughed
:
from
the
covered
basket
he
held
,
the
scent
of
mushrooms
was
rising
.
"
Now
we
had
better
get
home
ourselves
,
"
said
Merry
.
There
's
something
funny
about
all
this
,
I
see
;
but
it
must
wait
till
we
get
in
.
"
They
turned
down
the
Ferry
lane
,
which
was
straight
and
wel-kept
and
edged
with
large
white-washed
stones
.
In
a
hundred
yards
or
so
it
brought
them
to
the
river-bank
,
where
there
was
a
broad
wooden
landing-stage
.
A
large
flat
ferry-boat
was
moored
beside
it
.
The
white
bolards
near
the
water
's
edge
glimmered
in
the
light
of
two
lamps
on
high
posts
.
Behind
them
the
mists
in
the
flat
fields
were
now
above
the
hedges
;
but
the
water
before
them
was
dark
,
with
only
a
few
curling
wisps
like
steam
among
the
reeds
by
the
bank
.
There
seemed
to
be
less
fog
on
the
further
side
.
Merry
led
the
pony
over
a
gangway
on
to
the
ferry
,
and
the
others
folowed
.
Merry
then
pushed
slowly
off
with
a
long
pole
.
The
Brandywine
flowed
slow
and
broad
before
them
.
On
the
other
side
the
bank
was
steep
,
and
up
it
a
winding
path
climbed
from
the
further
landing
.
Lamps
were
twinkling
there
.
Behind
loomed
up
the
Buck
Hil
;
and
out
of
it
,
through
stray
shrouds
of
mist
,
shone
many
round
windows
,
yelow
and
red
.
They
were
the
windows
of
Brandy
Hal
,
the
ancient
home
of
the
Brandybucks
.
Long
ago
Gorhendad
Oldbuck
,
head
of
the
Oldbuck
family
,
one
of
the
oldest
in
the
Marish
or
indeed
in
the
Shire
,
had
crossed
the
river
,
which
was
the
original
boundary
of
the
land
eastwards
.
He
built
(
and
excavated
)
Brandy
Hal
,
changed
his
name
to
Brandybuck
,
and
settled
down
to
become
master
of
what
was
virtualy
a
small
independent
country
.
His
family
grew
and
grew
,
and
after
his
days
continued
to
grow
,
until
Brandy
Hall
occupied
the
whole
of
the
low
hil
,
and
had
three
large
front-doors
,
many
side-doors
,
and
about
a
hundred
windows
.
