The Hobbit JR Tolkien - Mr Collins

the shore, after they had gone and theshades of night had fallen. First of all abarrel was cut loose by Bilbo and pushedto the shore and opened. Groans camefrom inside, and out crept a most unhappydwarf. Wet straw was in his draggledbeard; he was so sore and stiff, so bruisedand buffeted he could hardly stand orstumble through the shallow water to liegroaning on the shore. He had a famishedand a savage look like a dog that has beenchained and forgotten in a kennel for aweek. It was Thorin, but you could onlyhave told it by his golden chain, and by thecolour of his now dirty and tattered skybluehood with its tarnished silver tassel.It was some time before he would be evenpolite to the hobbit.“Well, are you alive or are you dead?”