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'
Oh
you
're
hopeless
,
'
said
Sam
.
'
Go
to
sleep
!
'
In
the
end
he
had
to
find
what
he
wanted
for
himself
;
but
he
did
not
have
to
go
far
,
not
out
of
sight
of
the
place
where
his
master
lay
,
still
sleeping
.
For
a
while
Sam
sat
musing
,
and
tending
the
fire
till
the
water
boiled
.
The
daylight
grew
and
the
air
became
warm
;
the
dew
faded
off
turf
and
leaf
.
Soon
the
rabbits
cut
up
lay
simmering
in
their
pans
with
the
bunched
herbs
.
Almost
Sam
fell
asleep
as
the
time
went
by
.
He
let
them
stew
for
close
on
an
hour
,
testing
them
now
and
again
with
his
fork
,
and
tasting
the
broth
.
When
he
thought
all
was
ready
he
lifted
the
pans
off
the
fire
,
and
crept
along
to
Frodo
.
Frodo
half
opened
his
eyes
as
Sam
stood
over
him
,
and
then
he
wakened
from
his
dreaming
:
another
gentle
,
unrecoverable
dream
of
peace
.
'
Hullo
,
Sam
!
'
he
said
.
'
Not
resting
?
Is
anything
wrong
?
What
is
the
time
?
'
'
About
a
couple
of
hours
after
daybreak
,
'
said
Sam
,
'
and
nigh
on
half
past
eight
by
Shire
clocks
,
maybe
.
But
nothing
's
wrong
.
Though
it
ai
n't
quite
what
I
'd
call
right
:
no
stock
,
no
onions
,
no
taters
.
I
've
got
a
bit
of
a
stew
for
you
,
and
some
broth
,
Mr.
Frodo
.
Do
you
good
.
You
'll
have
to
sup
it
in
your
mug
;
or
straight
from
the
pan
,
when
it
's
cooled
a
bit
.
I
have
n't
brought
no
bowls
,
nor
nothing
proper
.
'
Frodo
yawned
and
stretched
.
'
You
should
have
been
resting
Sam
,
'
he
said
.
'
And
lighting
a
fire
was
dangerous
in
these
parts
.
But
I
do
feel
hungry
.
Hmm
!
Can
I
smell
it
from
here
?
What
have
you
stewed
?
'
'
A
present
from
Sméagol
,
'
said
Sam
:
'
a
brace
o
'
young
coneys
;
though
I
fancy
Gollum
's
regretting
them
now
.
But
there
's
nought
to
go
with
them
but
a
few
herbs
.
'
Sam
and
his
master
sat
just
within
the
fern-brake
and
ate
their
stew
from
the
pans
,
sharing
the
old
fork
and
spoon
.
They
allowed
themselves
half
a
piece
of
the
Elvish
waybread
each
.
It
seemed
a
feast
.
'
Wheew
!
Gollum
!
'
Sam
called
and
whistled
softly
.
'
Come
on
!
Still
time
to
change
your
mind
.
There
's
some
left
,
if
you
want
to
try
stewed
coney
.
'
There
was
no
answer
.
