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homeward bound 1299<br />

few comments other than: ‘You don’t say,’ often repeated in<br />

defiance of the evidence of Mr. Butterbur’s own ears. ‘You<br />

don’t say, Mr. Baggins, or is it Mr. Underhill? I’m getting so<br />

mixed up. You don’t say, Master Gandalf ! Well I never!<br />

Who’d have thought it in our times!’<br />

But he did say much on his own account. Things were<br />

far from well, he would say. Business was not even fair, it<br />

was downright bad. ‘No one comes nigh Bree now from<br />

Outside,’ he said. ‘And the inside folks, they stay at home<br />

mostly and keep their doors barred. It all comes of those<br />

newcomers and gangrels that began coming up the Greenway<br />

last year, as you may remember; but more came later. Some<br />

were just poor bodies running away from trouble; but most<br />

were bad men, full o’ thievery and mischief. And there was<br />

trouble right here in Bree, bad trouble. Why, we had a real<br />

set-to, and there were some folk killed, killed dead! If you’ll<br />

believe me.’<br />

‘I will indeed,’ said Gandalf. ‘How many?’<br />

‘Three and two,’ said Butterbur, referring to the big folk<br />

and the little. ‘There was poor Mat Heathertoes, and Rowlie<br />

Appledore, and little Tom Pickthorn from over the Hill; and<br />

Willie Banks from up-away, and one of the Underhills from<br />

Staddle: all good fellows, and they’re missed. And Harry<br />

Goatleaf that used to be on the West-gate, and that Bill Ferny,<br />

they came in on the strangers’ side, and they’ve gone off with<br />

them; and it’s my belief they let them in. On the night of the<br />

fight, I mean. And that was after we showed them the gates<br />

and pushed them out: before the year’s end, that was; and<br />

the fight was early in the New Year, after the heavy snow<br />

we had.<br />

‘And now they’re gone for robbers and live outside, hiding<br />

in the woods beyond Archet, and out in the wilds north-away.<br />

It’s like a bit of the bad old times tales tell of, I say. It isn’t<br />

safe on the road and nobody goes far, and folk lock up early.<br />

We have to keep watchers all round the fence and put a lot<br />

of men on the gates at nights.’<br />

‘Well, no one troubled us,’ said Pippin, ‘and we came along

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