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the head of the Brandybuck family was called） was still acknowledged by the farmers between Stock and Rushey。 But most of the folk of the old Shire regarded the Bucklanders as peculiar； half foreigners as it were。 Though； as a matter of fact； they were not very different from the other hobbits of the Four Farthings。 Except in one point： they were fond of boats； and some of them could swim。
Their land was originally unprotected from the East； but on that side they had built a hedge： the High Hay。 It had been planted many generations ago； and was now thick and tail； for it was constantly tended。 It ran all the way from Brandywine Bridge； in a big loop curving away from the river； to Haysend （where the Withywindle flowed out of the Forest into the Brandywine）： well over twenty miles from end to end。 But； of course； it was not a plete protection。 The Forest drew close to the hedge in many places。 The Bucklanders kept their doors locked after dark； and that also was not usual in the Shire。
The ferryboat moved slowly across the water。 The Buckland shore drew nearer。 Sam was the only member of the party who had not been over the river before。 He had a strange feeling as the slow gurgling stream slipped by： his old life lay behind in the mists； dark adventure lay in front。 He scratched his head； and for a moment had a passing wish that Mr。 Frodo could have gone on living quietly at Bag End。
The four hobbits stepped off the ferry。 Merry was tying it up； and Pippin was already leading the pony up the path； when Sam （who had been looking back； as if to take farewell of the Shire） said in a hoarse whisper：
'Look back； Mr。 Frodo！ Do you see anything？'
On the far stage； under the distant lamps； they could just make out a figure： it looked like a dark black bundle left behind。 But as they looked it seemed to move and sway this way and that； as if searching the ground。 It then crawled； or went crouching； back into the gloom beyond the lamps。
'What in the Shire is that？' exclaimed Merry。
'Something that is following us；' said Frodo。 'But don't ask any more now！ Let's get away at once！' They hurried up the path to the top of the bank； but when they looked back the far shore was shrouded in mist； and nothing could be seen。
'Thank goodness you don't keep any boats on the westbank！' said Frodo。 'Can horses cross the river？'
'They can go twenty miles north to Brandywine Bridge 。 or they might swim；' answered Merry。 'Though I never heard of any horse swimming the Brandywine。 But what have horses to do with it？' I'll tell you later。 Let's get indoors and then we can talk。'
'All right！ You and Pippin know your way； so I'll just ride on and tell Fatty Bolger that you are ing。 We'll see about supper and things。'
'We had our supper early with Farmer Maggot；' said Frodo； 'but we could do with another。'
'You shall have it！ Give me that basket！' said Merry； and rode ahead into the darkness。
It was some distance from the Brandywine to Frodo's new house at Crickhollow。 They passed Buck Hill and Brandy Hall on their left； and on the outskirts of Bucklebury struck the main road of Buckland that ran south from the Bridge。 Half a mile northward along this they came to a lane opening on their right。 This they followed for a couple of miles as it climbed up and down into the country。
At last they came to a narrow gate in a thick hedge。 Nothing could be seen of the house in the dark： it stood back from the lane in the middle of a wide circle of lawn surrounded by a belt of low trees inside the outer hedge。 Frodo had chosen it； because it stood in an outoftheway corner of the country； and there were no other dwellings close by。 You could get in and out without being noticed。 It had been built a long while before by the Brandybucks； for the use of guests； or members of the family that wished to escape from the crowded life of Brandy Hall for a time。 It was an old fashioned countrified house； as much like a hobbithole as possible： it was long and low； with no upper storey； and it had a roof of turf； round windows； and a large round door。
As they walked lip the green path from the gate no light was visible； the windows were dark and shuttered。 Frodo knocked on the door； and Fatty Bolger opened it。 A friendly light streamed out。 They slipped in quickly and shut themselves and the light inside。 They were in a wide hall with doors on either side； in front of them a passage ran back down the middle of the house。
'Well； what do you think of it？' asked Merry ing up the passage。 'We have done our best in a short time to make it look like home。 After all Fatty and I only got here with the last cartload yesterday。'
Frodo looked round。 It did look like home。 Many of his own favourite things 。 or Bilbo's things （they reminded him sharply of him in their new selling） 。 were arranged as nearly as possible as they had been at Bag End。 It was a pleasant； fortable； weling place； and he found himself wishing that he was really ing here to settle doent。 It seemed unfair to have put his friends to all this trouble； and he wondered again how he was going to break the news to them that he must leave them so soon； indeed at once。 Yet that would have to be done that very night； before they all went to bed。
'It's delightful！' he said with an effort。 'I hardly feel that I have moved at all。'
The travellers hung up their cloaks； and piled their packs on the floor。 Merry led them down the passage and threw open a door at the far end。 Firelight came out； and a puff of steam。
'A bath！' cried Pippin。 'O blessed Meriadoc！'
'Which order shall we go in？' said Frodo。 'Eldest first； or quickest first？ You'll be last either way； Master Peregrin。'
'Trust me to arrange things better than that！' said Merry。 'We can't begin life at Crickhollow with a quarrel over baths。 In that room there are three tubs； and a copper full of boiling water。 There are also towels； mats and soap。 Get inside； and be quick！'
Merry and Fatty went into the kitchen on the other side of the passage； and busied themselves with the final preparations for a late supper。 Snatches of peting songs came from the bathroom mixed with the sound of splashing and wallowing。 The voice of Pippin was suddenly lifted up above the others in one of Bilbo's favourite bathsongs。
Sing hey！ for the bath at close of day
that washes the weary mud away！
A loon is he that will not sing：
O！ Water Hot is a noble thing！
O！ Sweet is the sound of falling rain；
and the brook that leaps from hill to plain；
but better than rain or rippling streams
is Water Hot that smokes and steams。
O！ Water cold we may pour at need
down a thirsty throat and be glad indeed；
but better is Beer； if drink we lack；
and Water Hot poured down the back。
O！ Water is fair that leaps on high
in a fountain white beneath the sky；
but never did fountain sound so sweet
as splashing Hot Water with my feet！
There was a terrific splash； and a shout of Whoa！ from Frodo。 It appeared that a lot of Pippin's bath had imitated a fountain and leaped on high。
Merry went to the door： 'What about supper and beer in the throat？' he called。 Frodo came out drying his hair。
'There's so much water in the air that I'm ing into the kitchen to finish；' he said。
'Lawks！' said Merry； looking in。 The stone floor was swimming。 'You ought to mop all that up before you get anything to eat。 Peregrin；' he said。 'Hurry up； or we shan't wait for you。'
They had supper in the kitchen on a table near the fire。 'I suppose you three won't want mushrooms again？' said Fredegar without much hope。
'Yes we shall！' cried Pippin。
'They're mine！' said Frodo。 'Given to me by Mrs。 Maggot； a queen among farmers' wives。 Take your greedy hands away； and I'll serve them。'
Hobbits have a passion for mushrooms； surpassing even the greediest likings of Big People。 A fact which partly explains young Frodo's long expeditions to the renowned fields of the Marish； and the wrath of the injured Maggot。 On this occasion there was plenty for all； even according to hobbit standards。 There were also many other things to follow； and when they had finished even Fatty Bolger heaved a sigh of content。 They pushed back the table； and drew chairs round the f