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to
catch
a
fish
,
so
juicy-sweet
!
These
words
only
made
more
pressing
to
Sam
's
mind
a
problem
that
had
been
troubling
him
from
the
moment
when
he
understood
that
hir
master
was
going
to
adopt
Gollum
as
a
guide
:
the
problem
of
food
.
It
did
not
occur
to
him
that
his
master
might
also
have
thought
of
it
.
hut
he
supposed
Gollum
had
.
Indeed
how
had
Gollum
kept
himself
in
all
his
lonely
wandering
?
'N
ot
too
well
,
'
thought
Sam
.
'
He
looks
fair
famished
.
Not
too
dainty
to
try
what
hobbit
tastes
like
if
there
ai
n't
no
fish
,
I
'll
wager
-
supposing
as
he
could
catch
us
napping
.
Well
,
he
wo
n't
:
not
Sam
Gamgee
for
one
.
'
They
stumbled
along
in
the
dark
winding
gully
for
a
long
time
,
or
so
it
seemed
to
the
tired
feet
of
Frodo
and
Sam
.
The
gully
turned
eastward
,
and
as
they
went
on
it
broadened
and
got
gradually
shallower
.
At
last
the
sky
above
grew
faint
with
the
first
grey
of
morning
.
Gollum
had
shown
no
signs
of
tiring
,
but
now
he
looked
up
and
halted
.
'
Day
is
near
,
'
he
whispered
,
as
if
Day
was
something
that
might
overhear
him
and
spring
on
him
.
'
Sméagol
will
stay
here
:
I
will
stay
here
,
and
the
Yellow
Face
wo
n't
see
me
.
'
'
We
should
be
glad
to
see
the
Sun
;
'
said
Frodo
,
'
but
we
will
stay
here
:
we
are
too
tired
to
go
any
further
at
present
.
'
'
You
are
not
wise
to
be
glad
of
the
Yellow
Face
,
'
said
Gollum
.
'
It
shows
you
up
.
Nice
sensible
hobbits
stay
with
Sméagol
.
Orcs
and
nasty
things
are
about
.
They
can
see
a
long
way
.
Stay
and
hide
with
me
!
'
The
three
of
them
settled
down
to
rest
at
the
foot
of
the
rocky
wall
of
the
gully
.
It
was
not
much
more
than
a
tall
man
's
height
now
,
and
at
its
base
there
were
wide
flat
shelves
of
dry
stone
;
the
water
ran
in
a
channel
on
the
other
side
.
Frodo
and
Sam
sat
on
one
of
the
flats
,
resting
their
backs
.
Gollum
paddled
and
scrabbled
in
the
stream
.
'
We
must
take
a
little
food
,
'
said
Frodo
.
'
Are
you
hungry
,
Sméagol
?
We
have
very
little
to
share
,
but
we
will
spare
you
what
we
can
.
'
At
the
word
hungry
a
greenish
light
was
kindled
in
Gollum
's
pale
eyes
,
and
they
seemed
to
protrude
further
than
ever
from
his
thin
sickly
face
.
For
a
moment
he
relapsed
into
his
old
Gollum-manner
.
'
We
are
famisshed
,
yes
famisshed
we
are
.
precious
,
'
he
said
.
'
What
is
it
they
eats
?
Have
they
nice
fisshes
?
'
His
tongue
lolled
out
between
his
sharp
yellow
teeth
.
licking
his
colourless
lips
.
