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t answer。 'Morning； my little friends！' he said to the others。 'I suppose you know who you've taken up with？ That's Stick…at…naught Strider； that is！ Though I've heard other names not so pretty。 Watch out tonight！ And you； Sammie； don't go ill…treating my poor old pony！ Pah！' He spat again。
Sam turned quickly。 'And you。 Ferny；' he said； 'put your ugly face out of sight； or it will get hurt。' With a sudden flick； quick as lightning； an apple left his hand and hit Bill square on the nose。 He ducked too late； and curses came from behind the hedge。 'Waste of a good apple；' said Sam regretfully； and strode on。
At last they left the village behind。 The escort of children and stragglers that had followed them got tired and turned back at the South…gate。 Passing through； they kept on along the Road for some miles。 It bent to the left； curving back into its eastward line as it rounded the feet of Bree…hill； and then it began to run swiftly downwards into wooded country。 To their left they could see some of the houses and hobbit…holes of Staddle on the gentler south…eastern slopes of the hill； down in a deep hollow away north of the Road there were wisps of rising smoke that showed where be lay；
Archet was hidden in the trees beyond。
After the Road had run down some way； and had left Bree…hill standing tall and brown behind； they came on a narrow track that led off towards the North。 'This is where we leave the open and take to cover；' said Strider。
'Not a 〃short cut〃； I hope；' said Pippin。 'Our last short cut through woods nearly ended in disaster。'
'Ah； but you had not got me with you then；' laughed Strider。 'My cuts； short or long； don't go wrong。' He took a look up and down the Road。 No one was in sight； and he led the way quickly down towards the wooded valley。
His plan； as far as they could understand it without knowing the country； was to go towards Archet at first； but to bear right and pass it on the east； and then to steer as straight as he could over the wild lands to Weathertop Hill。 In that way they would； if all went well； cut off a great loop of the Road； which further on bent southwards to avoid the Midgewater Marshes。 But； of course； they would have to pass through the marshes themselves； and Strider's description of them was not encouraging。
However； in the meanwhile； walking was not unpleasant。 Indeed； if it had not been for the disturbing events of the night before； they would have enjoyed this pan of the journey better than any up to that time。 The sun was shining； clear but not too hot。 The woods in the valley were still leafy and full of colour； and seemed peaceful and wholesome。 Strider guided them confidently among the many crossing paths； although left to themselves they would soon have been at a loss。 He was taking a wandering course with many turns and doublings； to put off any pursuit。
'Bill Ferny will have watched where we left the Road； for certain；' he said； 'though I don't think he will follow us himself。 He knows the land round here well enough； but he knows he is not a match for me in a wood。 It is what he may tell others that I am afraid of。 I don't suppose they are far away。 If they think we have made for Archet； so much the better。'
Whether because of Strider's skill or for some other reason； they saw no sign and heard no sound of any other living thing all that day： neither two…footed； except birds； nor four…footed； except one fox and a few squirrels。 The next day they began to steer a steady course eastwards； and still all was quiet and peaceful。 On the third day out from Bree they came out of the Chetwood。 The land had been falling steadily； ever since they turned aside from the Road； and they now entered a wide flat expanse of country； much more difficult to manage。 They were far beyond the borders of the Bree…land； out in the pathless wilderness； and drawing near to the Midge…water Marshes。
The ground now became damp； and in places boggy and here and there they came upon pools； and wide stretches of reeds and rushes filled with the warbling of little hidden birds。 They had to pick their way carefully to keep both dry…footed and on their proper course。 At first they made fan…progress； but as they went on； their passage became slower and more dangerous。 The marshes were bewildering and treacherous； and there was no permanent trail even for Rangers to find through their shifting quagmires。 The flies began to torment them； and the air was full of clouds of tiny midges that crept up their sleeves and breeches and into their hair。
'I am being eaten alive！' cried Pippin。 'Midgewater！ There are more midges than water！'
'What do they live on when they can't get hobbit？' asked Sam； scratching his neck。
They spent a miserable day in this lonely and unpleasant country。 Their camping…place was damp； cold； and unfortable； and the biting insects would not let them sleep。 There were also abominable creatures haunting the reeds and tussocks that from the sound of them were evil relatives of the cricket。 There were thousands of them； and they squeaked all round； neek…breek； breek…neek； unceasingly all the night； until the hobbits were nearly frantic。
The next day； the fourth； was little better； and the night almost as fortless。 Though the Neekerbreekers （as Sam called them） had been left behind； the midges still pursued them。
As Frodo lay； tired but unable to close his eyes； it seemed to him that far away there came a light in the eastern sky： it flashed and faded many times。 It was not the dawn； for that was still some hours off。
'What is the light？' he said to Strider； who had risen； and was standing； gazing ahead into the night。
'I do not know；' Strider answered。 'It is too distant to make out。 It is like lightning that leaps up from the hill…tops。'
Frodo lay down again； but for a long while he could still see the white flashes； and against them the tall dark figure of Strider； standing silent and watchful。 At last he passed into uneasy sleep。
They had not gone far on the fifth day when they left the last straggling pools and reed…beds of the marshes behind them。 The land before them began steadily to rise again。 Away in the distance eastward they could now see a line of hills。 The highest of them was at the right of the line and a little separated from the others。 It had a conical top； slightly flattened at the summit。
'That is Weathertop；' said Strider。 'The Old Road； which we have left far away on our right； runs to the south of it and passes not far from its foot。 We might reach it by noon tomorrow； if we go straight towards it。 I suppose we had better do so。'
'What do you mean？' asked Frodo。
'I mean： when we do get there； it is not certain what we shall find。 It is close to the Road。'
'But surely we were hoping to find Gandalf there？'
'Yes； but the hope is faint。 If he es this way at all； he may not pass through Bree； and so he may not know what we are doing。 And anyway； unless by luck we arrive almost together； we shall miss one another； it will not be safe for him or for us to wait there long。 If the Riders fail to find us in the wilderness； they are likely to make for Weathertop themselves。 It mands a wide view all round。 Indeed； there are many birds and beasts in this country that could see us； as we stand here； from that hill…top。 Not all the birds are to be trusted； and there are other spies more evil than they are。'
The hobbits looked anxiously at the distant hills。 Sam looked up into the pale sky； fearing to see hawks or eagles hovering over them with bright unfriendly eyes。 'You do make me feel unfortable and lonesome； Strider！' he said。
'What do you advise us to do？' asked Frodo。
'I think；' answered Strider slowly； as if he was not quite sure； 'I think the best thing is to go as straight eastward from here as we can； to make for the line of hills； not for Weathertop。 There we can strike a path I know that runs at their feet； it will bring us to Weathertop from the north and less openly。 Then we shall see what we shall see。'
All that day they plodded along； until the cold and early evening came down。 The land became drier and more barren； but mists and vapours lay behind them on the marshes。 A few melancholy birds were piping and wailing； until the round red sun sank slowly into the western shadows； then an empty silence fell。 The hobbits thought of the soft light of sunset glancing through the cheerful windows of Bag End far away。
At the day's end they came to a stream that wandered down from the hills to lose itself in the stagnant marshland； and they went up along its banks while the light lasted。 It was already night when at last they halted and made their camp under some stunted alder…trees by the shores of the stream。 Ahead there loomed now against the dusky sky the bleak and treeless backs of the hills。 That night they set a watch； and Strider； it seemed； did not sleep at all。 The moon was waxing； and in the early night…hours a cold grey light lay on the land。
Next morning they set out again soon after sunrise。 There was a frost in the air； and the sky was a pale clear blue。 The hobbits felt refreshed； as if they had had a night of unbroken sleep。 Already they were getting used