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The
others
looked
in
the
direction
that
Merry
pointed
out
,
but
they
could
see
little
but
mists
over
the
damp
and
deep-cut
valey
;
and
beyond
it
the
southern
half
of
the
Forest
faded
from
view
.
The
sun
on
the
hil-lop
was
now
getting
hot
.
It
must
have
been
about
eleven
o'clock
;
but
the
autumn
haze
still
prevented
them
from
seeing
much
in
other
directions
.
In
the
west
they
could
not
make
out
either
the
line
of
the
Hedge
or
the
valey
of
the
Brandywine
beyond
it
.
Northward
,
where
they
looked
most
hopefuly
,
they
could
see
nothing
that
might
be
the
line
of
the
great
East
Road
,
for
which
they
were
making
.
They
were
on
an
island
in
a
sea
of
trees
,
and
the
horizon
was
veiled
.
On
the
south-eastern
side
the
ground
fell
very
steeply
,
as
if
the
slopes
of
the
hill
were
continued
far
down
under
the
trees
,
like
island-shores
that
realy
are
the
sides
of
a
mountain
rising
out
of
deep
waters
.
They
sat
on
the
green
edge
and
looked
out
over
the
woods
below
them
,
while
they
ate
their
mid-day
meal
.
As
the
sun
rose
and
passed
noon
they
glimpsed
far
off
in
the
east
the
grey-green
lines
of
the
Downs
that
lay
beyond
the
Old
Forest
on
that
side
.
That
cheered
them
greatly
;
for
it
was
good
to
see
a
sight
of
anything
beyond
the
wood
's
borders
,
though
they
did
not
mean
to
go
that
way
,
if
they
could
help
it
:
the
Barrow-downs
had
as
sinister
a
reputation
in
hobbit-legend
as
the
Forest
itself
.
At
length
they
made
up
their
minds
to
go
on
again
.
The
path
that
had
brought
them
to
the
hill
reappeared
on
the
northward
side
;
but
they
had
not
folowed
it
far
before
they
became
aware
that
it
was
bending
steadily
to
the
right
.
Soon
it
began
to
descend
rapidly
and
they
guessed
that
it
must
actualy
be
heading
towards
the
Withywindle
valey
:
not
at
all
the
direction
they
wished
lo
take
.
After
some
discussion
they
decided
to
leave
this
misleading
path
and
strike
northward
;
for
although
they
had
not
been
able
to
see
it
from
the
hil-top
,
the
Road
must
lie
that
way
,
and
it
could
not
be
many
miles
off
.
Also
northward
,
and
to
the
left
of
the
path
,
the
land
seemed
lo
be
drier
and
more
open
,
climbing
up
to
slopes
where
the
trees
were
thinner
,
and
pines
and
firs
replaced
the
oaks
and
ashes
and
other
strange
and
nameless
trees
of
the
denser
wood
.
At
first
their
choice
seemed
to
be
good
:
they
got
along
at
a
fair
speed
,
though
whenever
they
got
a
glimpse
of
the
sun
in
an
open
glade
they
seemed
unaccountably
to
have
veered
eastwards
.
But
after
a
time
the
trees
began
to
close
in
again
,
just
where
they
had
appeared
from
a
distance
to
be
thinner
and
less
tangled
.
Then
deep
folds
in
the
ground
were
discovered
unexpectedly
,
like
the
ruts
of
great
giant-wheels
or
wide
moats
and
sunken
roads
long
disused
and
choked
with
brambles
.
These
lay
usualy
right
across
their
line
of
march
,
and
could
only
be
crossed
by
scrambling
down
and
out
again
,
which
was
troublesome
and
difficult
with
their
ponies
.
Each
time
they
climbed
down
they
found
the
holow
filed
with
thick
bushes
and
matted
undergrowth
,
which
somehow
would
not
yield
to
the
left
,
but
only
gave
way
when
they
turned
to
the
right
;
and
they
had
to
go
some
distance
along
the
bottom
before
they
could
find
a
way
up
the
further
bank
.
Each
time
they
clambered
out
,
the
trees
seemed
deeper
and
darker
;
and
always
to
the
left
and
upwards
it
was
most
difficult
to
find
a
way
,
and
they
were
forced
to
the
right
and
downwards
.
After
an
hour
or
two
they
had
lost
all
clear
sense
of
direction
,
though
they
knew
well
enough
that
they
had
long
ceased
to
go
northward
at
al.
.
They
were
being
headed
off
,
and
were
simply
folowing
a
course
chosen
for
them
-
eastwards
and
southwards
,
into
the
heart
of
the
Forest
and
not
out
of
it
.
The
afternoon
was
wearing
away
when
they
scrambled
and
stumbled
into
a
fold
that
was
wider
and
deeper
than
any
they
had
yet
met
.
It
was
so
sleep
and
overhung
that
it
proved
impossible
to
climb
out
of
it
again
,
either
forwards
or
backwards
,
without
leaving
their
ponies
and
their
baggage
behind
.
All
they
could
do
was
to
folow
the
fold
-
downwards
.
The
ground
grew
soft
,
and
in
places
boggy
;
springs
appeared
in
the
banks
,
and
soon
they
found
themselves
folowing
a
brook
that
trickled
and
babbled
through
a
weedy
bed
.
Then
the
ground
began
to
fall
rapidly
,
and
the
brook
growing
strong
and
noisy
,
flowed
and
leaped
swiftly
downhil
.
They
were
in
a
deep
dim-lit
guly
over-arched
by
trees
high
above
them
.
