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Frodo led the way, and plunged quickly into the thick bushes beside the stream. Whew. he said to Pippin. We were both right. The short cut has gone crooked already; but we got under cover only just in time. Youve got sharp ears, Sam: can you hear anything coming. They stood still, almost holding their breath as they listened; but there was no sound of pursuit. I dont fancy he would try bringing his horse down that bank, said Sam. But I guess he knows we came down it. We had better be going on. Going on was not altogether easy. They had packs to carry, and the bushes and brambles were reluctant to let them through. They were cut off from the wind by the ridge behind, and the air was still and stuffy. When they forced their way at last into more open ground, they were hot and tired and very scratched, and they were also no longer certain of the direction in which they were going. The banks of the stream sank, as it reached the levels and became broader and shallower, wandering off towards the Marish and the River. Why, this is the Stock-brook. said Pippin. If we are going to try and get back on to our course, we must cross at once and bear right. They waded the stream, and hurried over https://strategygamespc.cloud/steam/steam-mop-long-cord.php wide open space, rush-grown and treeless, on the further side. Beyond that they came again to a belt of trees: tall oaks, for the most part, with here and there an elm tree or an ash. The ground was fairly level, and there was little undergrowth; but the trees were too close for them to see far ahead. The leaves blew upwards in sudden gusts of wind, and spots of rain began to fall from the overcast sky. Then the wind died 90 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS away and the rain came streaming down. They trudged along as fast as they could, over patches of Call of duty: warzone mobile bluestacks 5, and through thick drifts of old leaves; and all about them the rain pattered and trickled. They did not talk, but kept glancing back, and from side to side. After half an hour Pippin said: I hope we have not turned too counter strike go mac m2 towards the south, and are not walking longwise through this wood. It is not a very broad belt I should have said no more than a mile at the widest and we ought to have been through it by now. It is no good our starting to go in zig-zags, said Frodo. That wont mend matters. Let us keep on as we are going. I am not sure that I want to come out into the open yet. They went on for perhaps another couple of miles. Then the sun gleamed out of ragged clouds again and the rain lessened. It was now past mid-day, and they felt it was high time for lunch. They halted under an elm tree: its leaves though fast turning yellow were still thick, and the ground at its feet was fairly dry and sheltered. When they came to make their meal, they found that the Elves had filled their bottles with a clear drink, pale golden in colour: click here had the scent of a honey made of many flowers, and was wonderfully refreshing. Very soon they were laughing, and snapping their fingers at rain, and at Black Riders. The last few miles, they felt, would soon be behind them. Frodo propped his back against the tree-trunk, and closed his eyes. Sam and Pippin sat near, and they began to hum, and then to sing softly: Ho. to the bottle I go To heal my heart and drown my woe. Rain may fall and wind may blow, And many miles be still to go, But under a tall tree I will lie, And let the clouds go sailing by. they began again louder. They stopped short suddenly. Frodo sprang to his feet. A long-drawn wail came down the wind, like the cry of some evil and lonely creature. It rose and fell, and ended on a high piercing note. Even as they sat and stood, as if suddenly frozen, it was answered by another cry, fainter and further off, but no less chilling to the blood. There was then a silence, broken only by the sound of the wind in the leaves. And what do you think that was. Pippin asked at last, trying to speak lightly, https://strategygamespc.cloud/free/baldurs-gate-3-full-release-date-for-free.php quavering a little. If it was a bird, it was one that I never heard in the Shire before. A SH O R T CU T T O MU SHRO OMS 91 It was not bird or beast, said Frodo. It was a call, or a signal there were words in that cry, though I could not catch them. But no hobbit has such a voice. No more was said about it. They were all thinking of the Riders, but no one spoke of them. They were now reluctant either to stay or go on; but sooner or later they had got to get across the open country to the Ferry, and it was best to go sooner and in daylight. In a few moments they had shouldered their packs again and were off. Before long the wood came to a sudden end. Wide grass-lands stretched before them. They now saw that they had, in fact, turned too much to the south. Away over the flats they could glimpse the low hill of Bucklebury across the River, but it was now to their left. Creeping cautiously out from the edge of the trees, they set off across the open as quickly as they could. At first they felt afraid, away from the shelter of the wood. Far back behind them stood the high place where they had breakfasted. Frodo half expected to see the small distant figure of a horseman on the ridge dark against the sky; but there was no sign of one. The sun escaping from the breaking clouds, as it sank towards Call of duty: warzone mobile bluestacks 5 hills they had left, was now shining brightly again. Their fear left them, though they still felt uneasy. But the land became steadily more tame and well-ordered. Soon they came into well-tended fields and meadows: there were hedges and gates and dikes for drainage. Everything seemed quiet and peaceful, just an ordinary corner of the Shire. Their spirits rose with every step. The line of the River grew nearer; and the Black Riders began to seem like phantoms of the woods now left far behind. They passed along the edge of a huge turnip-field, and came to a stout gate. Beyond it a rutted lane ran between low well-laid hedges towards a distant clump of trees. Pippin stopped. I know these fields and this gate. he said. This is Bamfurlong, old Farmer Maggots land. Thats his farm away there in Call of duty: warzone mobile bluestacks 5 trees. One trouble after another. said Frodo, looking nearly as much alarmed as if Pippin had declared the lane was the slot leading to a dragons den. The others looked at him in surprise. Whats wrong with old Maggot. asked Pippin. Hes a good friend to all the Brandybucks. Of course hes a terror to trespassers, and keeps ferocious dogs but after all, folk down here are near the border and have to be more on their guard. I know, said Frodo. But all the same, he added with a shamefaced laugh, I am terrified of him and his dogs. I have avoided his farm for years and years. He caught me several times trespassing after 92 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS mushrooms, when I was a youngster at Brandy Hall. On the last occasion he beat me, and then took me and showed me to his dogs. See, lads, he said, next time this young varmint sets foot on my land, you can eat him. Now see him off. They chased me all the way to the Ferry. I have never got over the fright though I daresay the beasts knew their business and would not really have touched me. Pippin laughed. Well, its time you made it up. Especially if you are coming back to live in Buckland. Old Maggot is really a stout fellow if you leave his mushrooms alone. Lets get into the lane and then we shant be trespassing. If we meet him, Ill do the talking. He is a friend of Merrys, and I used to come here with him a good deal at one time. They went along the lane, until they saw the thatched roofs of a large house and farm-buildings peeping out among the trees ahead. The Maggots, and the Puddifoots of Stock, and most of the inhabitants of the Marish, were house-dwellers; and this farm was stoutly built of brick and had a high wall all round it. There was a wide wooden gate opening out of the wall into the lane. Suddenly as they drew nearer a terrific baying and barking broke out, and a loud voice was heard shouting: Grip. Fang. Wolf. Come on, lads. Frodo and Sam stopped dead, but Pippin walked on a few paces. The gate opened and three huge dogs came pelting out into the lane, and dashed towards the travellers, barking fiercely. They took no notice of Pippin; but Sam shrank against the wall, while two wolvishlooking dogs sniffed at him suspiciously, and snarled if he moved. The largest and most ferocious of the three halted in front of Frodo, bristling and growling. Through the gate there now appeared a broad thick-set hobbit with a round red face.

Weasley emerged onto the platform with Ron and Hermione. They had almost unloaded Moodys luggage cart Top predator in yellowstone Fred, George, and Ginny turned up with Lupin. No trouble. growled Moody. Nothing, said Lupin. Ill still be reporting Sturgis to Dumbledore, said Moody. Thats the second time hes not turned up in a week. Getting as unreliable as Mundungus. Well, look after yourselves, said Lupin, read article hands all round. He reached Harry last and gave him a clap on the shoulder. You too, Harry. Be careful. Yeah, keep your head down and your eyes peeled, said Moody, shaking Harrys hand too. And dont forget, all of you - careful what you put in writing. If in doubt, dont put it in a letter at all. Its been great meeting all of you, said Tonks, hugging Hermione and Ginny. Well see you soon, I expect. A warning whistle sounded; the students still on the platform started hurrying onto the train. Quick, quick, said Mrs. Weasley distractedly, hugging them at random and catching Harry twice. Write. Be good. If youve forgotten anything well send it on. Onto the train, now, hurry. For one brief moment, the great black dog reared onto its hind legs and placed its front paws on Harrys shoulders, but Mrs. Weasley shoved Harry away toward the train door hissing, For heavens sake act more like a dog, Sirius. See you. Harry called out of the open window as the train began to move, while Ron, Hermione, and Ginny waved beside him. The figures of Tonks, Lupin, Moody, and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley shrank rapidly but the black dog was bounding alongside the window, wagging its tail; blurred people on the platform were laughing to see it chasing the train, and then they turned the corner, and Sirius was gone. He shouldnt have come with us, said Hermione in a worried voice. Oh lighten up, said Ron, he hasnt seen daylight for months, poor bloke. 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After he had met this behavior in five consecutive carriages he remembered that the Daily Prophet had been telling its readers all summer what a lying show-off he was. He wondered bleakly whether the people now staring and whispering believed the stories. In the very last carriage they met Neville Longbottom, Harrys fellow fifthyear Gryffindor, his round face shining with the effort of pulling his trunk along and maintaining a one-handed grip on his struggling toad, Trevor. Hi, Harry, he panted. Hi, Ginny. Everywheres full. I cant find a seat. What are you talking about. said Ginny, who had squeezed past Neville to peer into the compartment behind him. Theres room in this one, theres only Loony Lovegood in here - Neville mumbled something about not wanting to disturb anyone. Dont be silly, said Ginny, laughing, shes all right. She slid the door open and pulled her trunk inside it. Harry Top predator in yellowstone Neville followed. Hi, Luna, said Ginny. Is it okay if we take these seats. The girl beside the window looked up. She had straggly, waist-length, dirty-blond hair, very pale eyebrows, and protuberant eyes that gave her a permanently surprised look. Harry knew at once why Neville had chosen to pass this compartment by. Apex training grove city girl gave off an aura of distinct dottiness. Perhaps it was the fact that she had stuck her wand behind her left ear for safekeeping, or that she had chosen to wear a necklace of butterbeer caps, or that she was reading a magazine upside down. Her eyes ranged over Neville and came to rest on Harry. She nodded. Thanks, said Ginny, smiling at her. Harry and Neville stowed the three trunks and Hedwigs cage in the luggage rack and sat down. The girl called Luna watched them over her upside-down magazine, which was called The Top predator in yellowstone. She did not seem to need to blink as much as normal humans. She stared and stared at Harry, who had taken the seat opposite her and now wished he had not. Had a good summer, Luna. Ginny asked. Yes, said Luna dreamily, without taking her eyes off Harry. Yes, it was quite enjoyable, you know. Youre Harry Potter, she added.