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The
Brandybucks
and
their
numerous
dependants
then
began
to
burrow
,
and
later
to
build
,
all
round
about
.
That
was
the
origin
of
Buckland
,
a
thickly
inhabited
strip
between
the
river
and
the
Old
Forest
,
a
sort
of
colony
from
the
Shire
.
Its
chief
vilage
was
Bucklebury
,
clustering
in
the
banks
and
slopes
behind
Brandy
Hal
.
The
people
in
the
Marish
were
friendly
with
the
Bucklanders
,
and
the
authority
of
the
Master
of
the
Hall
(
as
the
head
of
the
Brandybuck
family
was
caled
)
was
still
acknowledged
by
the
farmers
between
Stock
and
Rushey
.
But
most
of
the
folk
of
the
old
Shire
regarded
the
Bucklanders
as
peculiar
,
half
foreigners
as
it
were
.
Though
,
as
a
matter
of
fact
,
they
were
not
very
different
from
the
other
hobbits
of
the
Four
Farthings
.
Except
in
one
point
:
they
were
fond
of
boats
,
and
some
of
them
could
swim
.
Their
land
was
originaly
unprotected
from
the
East
;
but
on
that
side
they
had
built
a
hedge
:
the
High
Hay
.
It
had
been
planted
many
generations
ago
,
and
was
now
thick
and
tail
,
for
it
was
constantly
tended
.
It
ran
all
the
way
from
Brandywine
Bridge
,
in
a
big
loop
curving
away
from
the
river
,
to
Haysend
(
where
the
Withywindle
flowed
out
of
the
Forest
into
the
Brandywine
)
:
well
over
twenty
miles
from
end
to
end
.
But
,
of
course
,
it
was
not
a
complete
protection
.
The
Forest
drew
close
to
the
hedge
in
many
places
.
The
Bucklanders
kept
their
doors
locked
after
dark
,
and
that
also
was
not
usual
in
the
Shire
.
The
ferry-boat
moved
slowly
across
the
water
.
The
Buckland
shore
drew
nearer
.
Sam
was
the
only
member
of
the
party
who
had
not
been
over
the
river
before
.
He
had
a
strange
feeling
as
the
slow
gurgling
stream
slipped
by
:
his
old
life
lay
behind
in
the
mists
,
dark
adventure
lay
in
front
.
He
scratched
his
head
,
and
for
a
moment
had
a
passing
wish
that
Mr.
Frodo
could
have
gone
on
living
quietly
at
Bag
End
.
The
four
hobbits
stepped
off
the
ferry
.
Merry
was
tying
it
up
,
and
Pippin
was
already
leading
the
pony
up
the
path
,
when
Sam
(
who
had
been
looking
back
,
as
if
to
take
farewel
of
the
Shire
)
said
in
a
hoarse
whisper
:
"
Look
back
,
Mr.
Frodo
!
Do
you
see
anything
?
"
On
the
far
stage
,
under
the
distant
lamps
,
they
could
just
make
out
a
figure
:
it
looked
like
a
dark
black
bundle
left
behind
.
But
as
they
looked
it
seemed
to
move
and
sway
this
way
and
that
,
as
if
searching
the
ground
.
It
then
crawled
,
or
went
crouching
,
back
into
the
gloom
beyond
the
lamps
.
"
What
in
the
Shire
is
that
?
"
exclaimed
Merry
.
"
Something
that
is
folowing
us
,
"
said
Frodo
.
"
But
do
n't
ask
any
more
now
!
Let
's
get
away
at
once
!
"
They
hurried
up
the
path
to
the
top
of
the
bank
,
but
when
they
looked
back
the
far
shore
was
shrouded
in
mist
,
and
nothing
could
be
seen
.
"
Thank
goodness
you
do
n't
keep
any
boats
on
the
west-bank
!
"
said
Frodo
.
"
Can
horses
cross
the
river
?
"
