It was a curious thing about the hobbits of those days that this was an important distinction. All hobbits had, of course, originally lived in holes; but now only the best and the poorest hobbits did so, as a rule. Important hobbits lived in luxurious versions of the simple holes of olden times; but the sites for really good hobbit-holes were not to be found everywhere. Even in Hobbiton, one of the most important villages, there were houses. These were specially favoured by the farmers, millers, blacksmiths, carpenters, and people of that sort. The custom of building houses was supposed to have started among the hobbits of the woody river- side regions, where the land was heavy and wet and had no good hills or convenient banks. They began making artificial holes of mud (and later of brick), roofed with thatch in imitation of natural gra.s.s. That was a long time ago, and on the edge of history; but houses were still considered an innovation. The poorest hobbits still lived in holes of the most ancient sort - in fact just holes, with only one window, or even none.(6) But Odo was not thinking about hobbit-history. He merely wanted to know where to look for the farm. If Farmer Maggot had lived in a hole, there would have been rising ground somewhere near; but the land ahead looked perfectly flat.
"He lives in a house," answered Frodo. "There are very few holes in these parts. They say houses were invented here. Of course the Brandybucks have that great burrow of theirs at Bucklebury in the high bank across the River; but most of their people live in houses. There are lots of those new-fashioned brick houses - not too bad, I suppose, in their way; though they look very naked, if you know what I mean: no decent turf-covering, all bare and bony."
"Fancy climbing upstairs to bed! " said Odo. "That seems to me most inconvenient. Hobbits aren"t birds."
"I don"t know," said Bingo. "It isn"t as bad as it sounds; though personally I never like looking out of upstairs windows, it makes me a bit giddy. There are some houses that have three stages, bedrooms above bedrooms. I slept in one once long ago on a holiday; the wind kept me awake all night."
"What a nuisance, if you want a handkerchief or something when you are downstairs, and find it is upstairs," said Odo.
"You could keep handkerchiefs downstairs, if you wished," said Frodo.
"You could, but I don"t believe anybody does."
"That is not the houses" fault," said Bingo; "it is just the silliness of the hobbits that live in them. The old tales tell that the Wise Elves used to build tall towers; and only went up their long stairs when they wished to sing or look out of the windows at the sky, or even perhaps the sea. They kept everything downstairs, or in deep halls dug beneath the feet of the towers. I have always fancied that the idea of building came largely from the Elves, though we use it very differently. There used to be three elftowers standing in the land away west beyond the edge of the Shire. I saw them once. They shone white in the Moon. The tallest was furthest away, standing alone on a hill. It was told that you could see the sea from the top of that tower; but I don"t believe any hobbit has ever climbed it."(7) If ever I live in a house, I shall keep everything I want downstairs, and only go up when I don"t want anything; or perhaps I shall have a cold supper upstairs in the dark on a starry night."
"And have to carry plates and things downstairs, if you don"t fall all the way down," laughed Odo.
"No!" said Bingo. "I shall have wooden plates and bowls, and throw them out of the window. There will be thick gra.s.s all round my house."
"But you would still have to carry your supper upstairs," said Odo.
"O well then, perhaps I should not have supper upstairs," said Bingo. "It was only just an idea. I don"t suppose I shall ever live in a house. As far as I can see, I am going to be just a wandering beggar."
This very hobbit-like conversation went on for some time. It shows that the three were beginning to feel quite comfortable again, as they got back into tame and familiar country. But even invisible sniffs could not damp for long the spirits of these excellent and peculiarly adventurous hobbits, not in any kind of country.
While they talked they plodded steadily on. It was already late afternoon when they saw the roof of a house peeping out of a clump of trees ahead and to their left.
"There is Farmer Maggot"s!" said Frodo.
"I think we will go round it," said Bingo, "and strike the lane on the far side of the house. I am supposed to have vanished, and I would rather not be seen sneaking off in the direction of Buckland, even by good Farmer Maggot."
They went on, leaving the farmhouse away on their left, hidden in the trees several fields away. Suddenly a small dog came through a gap in a hedge, and ran barking towards them.
"Here! Here! Gip! Gip! " said a voice. Bingo slipped on his ring. There was no chance for the others to hide. Over the top of the low hedge appeared a large round hobbit-face.
"Hullo! Hullo! And who may you be, and what may you be doing?" he asked.
"Good evening, Farmer Maggot!" said Frodo. "Just a couple of Tooks, from away back yonder; and doing no harm, I hope."
"Well now, let me see - you"ll be Mr Frodo Took, Mr Folco Took"s son, if I"m not mistook (and I seldom am: I"ve a rare memory for faces). You used to stay with young Mr Marmaduke. Any friend of Mr Marmaduke Brandybuck is welcome. You"ll excuse my speaking sharp, before I recognized you. We get some strange folk in these parts at times. Too near the river," he said, jerking back his head. "There"s been a very funny customer round here only an hour back. That"s why I"m out with the dog."
"What kind of a customer?" asked Frodo.
"A funny customer and asking funny questions," said Farmer Maggot, shaking his head. "Come along to my house and have a drink and we"ll pa.s.s the news more comfortably like, if you and your friend are willing, Mr Took."
It seemed plain that Farmer Maggot would only pa.s.s the news in his own time and place, and they guessed that it might be interesting; so Frodo and Odo went along with him. The dog remained behind jumping and frisking round Bingo to his annoyance.
"What"s come to the dog?" said the farmer, looking back. "Here, Gip! Heel! " he called. To Bingo"s relief the dog obeyed, though it turned back once and barked.
"What"s the matter with you?" growled Farmer Maggot. "There seems to be something queer abroad this day. Gip went near off his head when that stranger came along, and now you"d think he could see or smell something that ain"t there."
They went into the farmer"s kitchen and sat by the wide fireplace. Mrs Maggot brought them beer in large earthenware mugs. It was a good brew, and Odo found himself wishing that they were going to stay the night in the house.
"I hear there have been fine goings on up Hobbiton way," said Farmer Maggot. "Fireworks and all; and this Mr Bolger-Baggins disappearing, and giving everything away. Oddest thing I have heard tell of in my time. I suppose it all comes of living with that Mr Bilbo Baggins. My mother used to tell me queer tales of him, when I was a boy: not but what he seemed a very nice gentleman. I have seen him wandering down this way many a time when I was a lad, and that Mr Bingo with him. Now we take an interest in him in these parts, seeing as he belongs here, being half Brandybuck, as you might say. We never thought any good would come of his going away to Hobbiton, and folk are a bit queer back there, if you"ll pardon me. I was forgetting you come from those parts." "O, folk are queer enough in Hobbiton - and Tookland," said Frodo. "We don"t mind. But we know, I mean knew, Mr Bingo very well. I don"t think any harm"s come to him. It really was a very marvellous party, and I can"t see that anyone has anything to complain of." He gave the farmer a full and amusing account of the proceedings, which pleased him mightily. He stamped his feet and slapped his legs, and called for more beer; and made them tell his wife most of the tale over again, especially about the fireworks. Neither of the Maggots had ever seen fireworks.
"It must be a sight to do your eyes good," said the farmer. "No dragons for me! " said Mrs Maggot. "But I would have liked to have been at that supper. Let"s hope old Mr Rory Brandybuck will take the idea and give a party down in these parts for his next birthday. - And what did you say has become of Mr Bolger- Baggins?" she said, turning to Frodo.
"Well - er, well, he"s vanished, don"t you know," said Frodo. He half thought he heard the ghost of a chuckle somewhere not far from his ear, but he was not sure.
"There now - that reminds me!" said Farmer Maggot. "What do you think that funny customer said?"
"What?" said Odo and Frodo together.
"Well, he comes riding in at the gate and up to the door on a big black horse; all black he was himself too, and cloaked and hooded up as if he didn"t want to be known. "Good Heavens!" I said to myself. "Here"s one of the Big People! Now what in the Shire can he want?" We don"t see many of the Big People down here, though they come over the River at times; but I"ve never heard tell of any like this black chap. "Good day to you," I says. "This lane don"t go no further, and wherever you be going your quickest way will be back to the road." I did not like the look of him, and when Gip came out he took one sniff and let out a howl as if he had been bitten; he put down his tail and bolted howling all the way.
""I come from over yonder," he answered stiff and slow like, pointing back West, over my fields, Woodhall-way. "Have you ever seen Mist-er Bolg-er Bagg-ins?" he asked in a queer voice and bent down towards me, but I could see no face, his hood fell so low. I had a sort of shiver down my back; but I didn"t see why he should come riding so bold over my land. "Be off!" I said. "Mr Bolger-Baggins has vanished, disappeared, if you take my meaning: gone into the blue, and you can follow him!"
"He gave a sort of hiss, seeming angry and startled like, it seemed to me; and he spurred his great horse right at me. I was standing by the gate, but I jumped out of the way mighty quick, and he rode through it and down the lane like mad. What do you think of that?"
"I don"t know what to think," said Frodo.
"Well, I"ll tell you what to think," said the farmer. "This Mr Bingo has got himself mixed up in some trouble, and disappeared a purpose. There are plainly some folk as are mighty eager to find him. Mark my words, it"ll all be along of some of those doings of old Mr Bilbo"s. He ought to have stuck at Bolger and not gone tacking on Baggins. They are queer folk up Hobbiton way, begging your pardon. It"s the Baggins that has got him into trouble, mark my words! "
"That certainly is an idea," said Frodo. "Very interesting, what you tell us. I suppose you"ve never seen any of these - er - black chaps before?"
"Not that I remember," said Farmer Maggot, "and I don"t want to see any again. Now I hope you and your friend will stay and have a bite and a sup with me and the wife."
"Thank you very much!" said Odo regretfully, "but I am afraid we ought to go on."
"Yes," said Frodo, "we have some way to go before night, and really we have already rested too long. But it is very kind of you all the same."
"Well! Here"s your health and good luck!" said the farmer, reaching for his mug. But at that moment the mug left the table, rose, tilted in the air, and then returned empty to its place. "Help and save us! " cried the farmer jumping up. "Did you see that? This is a queer day and no mistake. First the dog and then me seeing things that ain"t."
"Oh, I saw the mug too," said Odo, unable to hide a grin. "You did, did you!" said the farmer. "I don"t see no cause to laugh." He looked quickly and queerly at Odo and Frodo, and now seemed only too glad that they were going. They said good-bye politely but hurriedly, and ran down the steps and out of the gate. Farmer Maggot and his wife stood whispering at their door and watched them out of sight.
"What did you want to play that silly trick for?" said Odo when the farmhouse was well behind. "The old man had done you a good turn with that Rider, or so it seemed to me."
"I daresay," said a voice behind him. "But you did me a pretty poor turn, going inside and drinking and talking, and leaving me in the cold. As it was I only got half a mug. And now we are late. I shall make you trot after this."
"Show us how to trot! " said Odo.
Bingo immediately reappeared and went off as fast as he could down the lane. The others hurried after him. "Look! " said Frodo pointing to one side. Along the edge of the lane, in the mud made by the day"s rain, there were deep hoofmarks.
"Never mind! " said Bingo. "We knew from old Maggot"s talk that he went this way. It can"t be helped. Come along! "
They met nothing in the lane. The afternoon faded and the sun went down into low clouds behind them. The light was already failing when they reached the end of the lane and came at last back to the road.(8) It was growing chilly and thin strands of mist were crawling over the fields. The twilight was clammy.
"Not too bad," said Frodo. "It is four miles from here to the landing stage opposite Bucklebury. We shall make it before it is quite dark."
They now turned right along the road, which here ran quite straight, drawing steadily nearer to the River. There was no sign of any other traveller upon the way. Soon they could see lights in the distance ahead and to their left, beyond the dim line of the shadowy willow-trees along the borders of the river, where the far bank rose almost into a low hill.
"There"s Bucklebury! " said Frodo.
"Thank goodness! " said Odo. "My feet are sore, sticky, and mud- tired. Also it is getting chilly." He stumbled into a puddle and splashed up a fountain of dirty water. "Drat it! " he said. "I"ve nearly had enough of to-day"s walk. Do you think there is any chance of a bath to-night?" Without waiting for an answer he suddenly began a hobbit bathroom song.
O Water mann and mater hot!
O Water boiled in pan and pot!
O Water blue and mater green, O Water silver-clear and clean, Of bath I sing my song!
O praise the steam expectant nose!
O bless the tub my weary toes!
O happy fingers come and play!
O arms and legs, you here may stay, And wallow warm and long!
Put mire away! Forget the clay!
Shut out the night! Wash off the day!
In water lapping chin and knees, In water kind now lie at ease, Until the dinner gong!
"Really you might wait till you are in the bath!" said Frodo. "I warn you," added Bingo, "that you will have yours last, or else you will not wallow very long."
"Very well," said Odo; "only I warn you that if you go first you must not take all the hot water, or I shall drown you in your own bath. I want a hot bath and a clean one."
"You may not get any," said Bingo. "I don"t know what Marmaduke has arranged, or where we are sleeping. I didn"t order baths, and if we get them they will be our last for some time, I expect."
Their talk flagged. They were now getting really tired, and went along with their chins down and their eyes in front of their toes. They were quite startled when suddenly a voice behind them cried: "Hi! " It then burst into a loud song: As I was sitting by the way, I saw three hobbits walking: One was dumb with naught to say, The others were not talking.
"Good night!"I said. "Good night to you!"
They heeded not my greeting: One was deaf like the other two.
It was a merry meeting!
"Marmaduke!" cried Bingo turning round. "Where did you spring from?"
"You pa.s.sed me sitting at the road-side," said Marmaduke. "Perhaps I ought to have lain down in the road; but then you would have just trodden on me and pa.s.sed gaily on."
"We are tired," said Bingo.
"So it seems. I told you you would be - but you were so proud and stiff. "Ponies! Pooh!" you said. "Just a little leg-stretcher before the real business begins.""
"As it happens ponies would not have helped much," said Bingo. "We have been having adventures." He stopped suddenly and looked up and down the dark road. "We will tell you later." "Bless me!" said Marmaduke. "But how mean of you! You shouldn"t have adventures without me. And what are you peering about for? Are there some big bad rabbits loose?"
"Don"t be so Marmadukish all at once! I can"t bear it at the end of the day," said Odo. "Let"s get off our legs and have some food, and then you shall hear a tale. Can I have a bath?"
"What?" said Marmaduke. "A bath? That would put you right out of training again. A bath! I am surprised at such a question. Now lift up your chins and follow me! "
A few yards further on there was a turning to the left. They went down a path, neat and well-kept and edged with large white stones. It led them quickly to the river-bank. There there was a landing-stage big enough for several boats. Its white posts glimmered in the gloom. The mists were beginning to gather almost hedge-high in the fields, but the water before them was dark with only a few curling wisps of grey like steam among the reeds at the sides. The Brandywine River flowed slow and broad. On the other side two lamps twinkled upon another landing-stage with many steps going up the high bank beyond. Behind it the low hill loomed, and out of the hill through stray strands of mist shone many round hobbit-windows, red and yellow. They were the lights of Brandy Hall, the ancient home of the Brandybucks. Long, long ago the Brandybucks had crossed the River (the original boundary of the Shire on this side), attracted by the high bank and the drier rolling ground behind. But their family (one of the oldest hobbit families) grew, and grew, until Brandy Hall occupied the whole of the low hill, and had three large front doors, several back doors, and at least fifty windows. The Brandybucks and their numerous dependants then began to burrow and later to build all round about. That was the origin of the village of Bucklebury-by-the-River. A great deal of the land on the west side of the river still belonged to the family, almost as far as Woodhall, but most of the actual Brandybucks lived in Buckland: a thickly inhabited strip between the River and the Old Forest, a sort of colony from the old Shire.
The people of the old Shire, of course, told strange tales of the Bucklanders; but as a matter of fact the Bucklanders were hobbits, and not really very different from other hobbits of the North, South, or West - except in one point: they were fond of boats and some of them could swim. Also they were unprotected from the East except by a hedge, THE HEDGE. It had been planted ages ago. It now ran all the way from Brandywine Bridge to Haysend in a big loop, furthest from the River behind Bucklebury, something like forty miles from end to end."(9) It was thick and tall, and was constantly tended. But of course it was not a complete protection. The Bucklanders kept their doors locked, and that also was not usual in the Shire.
Marmaduke helped his friends into a small boat that lay at the stage. He then cast off and taking a pair of oars pulled across the river. Frodo and Bingo had often been to Buckland before. Bingo"s mother was a Brandybuck. Marmaduke was Frodo"s cousin, since his mother Yolanda was Folco Took"s sister, and Folco was Frodo"s father. Marmaduke was thus Took plus Brandybuck, and that was apt to be a lively blend."(10) But Odo had never been so far East before. He had a queer feeling as they crossed the slow silent river, as if he had now at last started, as if he was crossing a boundary and leaving his old life on the other sh.o.r.e. They stepped quietly out of the boat. Marmaduke was tying it up, when Frodo said suddenly in a whisper: "I say, look back! Do you see anything?"
On the stage they had left they seemed to see a dark black bundle sitting in the gloom; it seemed to be peering, or sniffing, this way and that at the ground they had trodden.
"What in the Shire is that?" said Marmaduke.
"Our Adventure, that we have been and left behind on the other side; or at least I hope so," said Bingo. "Can horses get across the River?"
"What have horses got to do with it? They can get across, I suppose, if they can swim; but I have never seen them do it here. There are bridges. But what have horses to do with it?"
"A great deal!" said Bingo. "But let"s get away!" He took Marmaduke by the arm and hurried him up the steps on to the path above the landing. Frodo looked back, but the far sh.o.r.e was now shrouded in mist and nothing more could be seen.
"Where are you taking us for the night?" asked Odo. "Not to Brandy Hall?"
"Indeed not!" said Marmaduke. "It"s crowded. And anyway I thought you wanted to be secret. I am taking you to a nice little house on the far side of Bucklebury. It"s a mile more, I am afraid, but it is quite cosy and out of the way. I don"t expect anyone will notice us. You wouldn"t want to meet old Rory just now, Bingo! He is in a ramping mood still, about your behaviour. They treated him badly at the inn at Bywater on the party night (they were more full up than Brandy Hall); and then his carriage broke down on the way home, on the hill above Woodhall, and he blames you for these accidents as well."
"I don"t want to see him, and I don"t much mind what he says or thinks," said Bingo. "I wanted to get out of the Shire unseen, just to complete the joke, but now I have other reasons for wanting to be secret. Let"s hurry."
They came at length to a little low one-storied house. It was an old-fashioned building, as much like a hobbit-hole as possible: it had a round door and round windows and a low rounded roof of turf. It was reached by a narrow green path, and surrounded by a circle of green lawn, round which close bushes grew. It showed no lights.
Marmaduke unlocked the door, and light streamed out in friendly fashion. They slipped quickly in, and shut the light and themselves inside. They were in a wide hall from which several doors opened. "Here we are!" said Marmaduke. "Not a bad little place. We often use it for guests, since Brandy Hall is so frightfully full of Brandybucks. I have got it quietly ready in the last day or two.
"Splendid fellow! " said Bingo. "I was dreadfully sorry you had to miss that supper."
"So was I," said Marmaduke. "And after hearing the accounts of Rory and Melissa (11) (both entirely different, but I expect equally true), I am sorrier still. But I had a merry ride with Gandalf and the dwarves and Elves."(12) We met some more Elves on the way, (13) and there was some fine singing. I have never heard anything like it before."
"Did Gandalf send me any message?" asked Bingo.
"No, nothing special. I asked him, when we got to Brandywine Bridge, if he wouldn"t come along with me and wait for you, so as to be a guide and helping hand. But he said he was in a hurry. In fact, if you want to know, he said: "Bingo is now old enough and foolish enough to look after himself for a bit.""(14) "I hope he is right," said Bingo.
The hobbits hung up their cloaks and sticks, and piled their packs on the floor. Marmaduke went forward and flung open a closed door. Firelight came out and a puff of steam.
"Bath! " cried Odo. "O blessed Marmaduke! "
"Which way shall we go: eldest first, or quickest first? You will be last either way, Odo," said Frodo.
"Ha! ha!" said Marmaduke. "What kind of an innkeeper do you think I am? In that room there are three tubs; and also a copper over a merry furnace that seems to be nearly on the boil. There are also towels, soap, mats, jugs, and what not. Get inside!"
The three rushed in and shut the door. Marmaduke went into the kitchen, and while he was busy there he heard s.n.a.t.c.hes of competing songs mixed with the sound of splashing and wallowing. Over all the rest Odo"s voice suddenly rose in a chant: Bless the water O my feet and toes!
Bless it O my ten fingers!