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uried, still hidden and untouched. "I have enough to last me my time," said Bilbo, when<br />
they had dug it up. "You had better take this, Gandalf. I daresay you can find a use for<br />
it."<br />
"Indeed I can!" said the wizard. "But share and share alike! You may find you have more<br />
needs than you expect."<br />
So they put the gold in bags and slung them on the ponies, who were not at all pleased<br />
about it. After that their going was slower, for most of the time they walked. But the land<br />
was green and there was much grass through which the <strong>hobbit</strong> strolled along<br />
contentedly. He mopped his face with a red silk handkerchief-no! not a single one of his<br />
own had survived, he had borrowed this one from Elrond -for now June had brought<br />
summer, and the weather was bright and hot again.<br />
As all things come to an end, even this story, a day came at last when they were in sight<br />
of the country where Bilbo had been born and bred, where the shapes of the land and of<br />
the trees were as well known to him as his hands and toes. Coming to a rise he could<br />
see his own Hill in the distance, and he stopped suddenly and said:<br />
"Roads go ever ever on,<br />
Over rock and under tree,<br />
By caves where never sun has shone,<br />
By streams that never find the sea;<br />
Over snow by winter sown,<br />
And through the merry flowers of June,<br />
Over grass and over stone,<br />
And under mountains in the moon.<br />
Roads go ever ever on<br />
Under cloud and under star,<br />
Yet feet that wandering have gone<br />
Turn at last to home afar.<br />
Eyes that fire and sword have seen<br />
And horror in the halls of stone<br />
Look at last on meadows green<br />
And trees and hills they long have known."<br />
Gandalf looked at him. "My dear Bilbo!" he said. "Something is the matter with you! You<br />
are not the <strong>hobbit</strong> that you were."<br />
And so they crossed the bridge and passed the mill by the river and came right back to<br />
Bilbo's own door. "Bless me! What's going on?" he cried. There was a great commotion,<br />
and people of all sorts, respectable and unrespectable, were thick round the door, and<br />
many were going in and out-not even wiping their feet on the mat, as Bilbo noticed with<br />
annoyance.<br />
If he was surprised, they were more surprised still. He had arrived back in the middle of<br />
an auction! There was a large notice in black and red hung on the gate, stating that on<br />
June the Twenty-second Messrs. Grubb, Grubb, and Bun-owes would sell by auction the<br />
effects of the late Bilbo Baggins Esquire, of Bag-End, Underhill, Hobbiton. Sale to<br />
commence at ten o'clock sharp. It was now nearly lunch-time, and most of the things had<br />
already been sold, for various prices from next to nothing to old songs (as is not unusual<br />
at auctions). Bilbo's cousins the Sackville-Bagginses were, in fact, busy measuring his<br />
rooms to see if their own furniture would fit. In short Bilbo was "Presumed Dead," and<br />
not everybody that said so was sorry to find the presumption wrong.<br />
The return of Mr. Bilbo Baggins created quite a disturbance, both under the Hill and over<br />
the Hill, and across the Water; it was a great deal more than a nine days' wonder. The