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to straggle on just as before, and in the forest they could see no change. Yet if they had<br />
known more about it and considered the meaning of the hunt and the white deer that<br />
had appeared upon their path, they would have known that they were at last drawing<br />
towards the eastern edge, and would soon have come, if they could have kept up their<br />
courage and their hope, to thinner trees and places where the sunlight came again.<br />
But they did not know this, and they were burdened with the heavy body of Bombur,<br />
which they had to carry along with them as best they could, taking the wearisome task in<br />
turns of four each while the others shared their packs. If these had not become all too<br />
light in the last few days, they would never have managed it; but a slumbering and<br />
smiling Bombur was a poor exchange for packs filled with food however heavy. In a few<br />
days a time came when there was practically nothing left to eat or to drink. Nothing<br />
wholesome could they see growing in the woods, only funguses and herbs with pale<br />
leaves and unpleasant smell.<br />
About four days from the enchanted stream they came to a part where most of the trees<br />
were beeches. They were at first inclined to be cheered by the change, for here there<br />
was no undergrowth and the shadow was not so deep.<br />
There was a greenish light about them, and in places they could see some distance to<br />
either side of the path. Yet the light only showed them endless lines of straight grey<br />
trunks like the pillars of some huge twilight hall.<br />
There was a breath of air and a noise of wind, but it had a sad sound. A few leaves<br />
came rustling down to remind them that outside autumn was coming on.<br />
Their feet ruffled among the dead leaves of countless other autumns that drifted over the<br />
banks of the path from the deep red carpets of the forest.<br />
Still Bombur slept and they grew very weary. At times they heard disquieting laughter.<br />
Sometimes there was singing in the distance too. The laughter was the laughter of fair<br />
voices not of goblins, and the singing was beautiful, but it sounded eerie and strange,<br />
and they were not comforted, rather they hurried on from those parts with what strength<br />
they had left.<br />
Two days later they found their path going downwards and before long they were in a<br />
valley filled almost entirely with a mighty growth of oaks.<br />
"Is there no end to this accursed forest?" said Thorin.<br />
"Somebody must climb a tree and see if he can get his head above the roof and have a<br />
look round. The only way is to choose the tallest tree that overhangs the path."<br />
Of course "somebody" meant Bilbo. They chose him because to be of any use the<br />
climber must get his head above the topmost leaves, and so he must be light enough for<br />
the highest and slenderest branches to bear him. Poor Mr. Baggins had never had much<br />
practice in climbing trees, but they hoisted him up into the lowest branches of an<br />
enormous oak that grew right out into the path, and up he had to go as best he could. He<br />
pushed his way through the tangled twigs with many a slap in the eye; he was greened<br />
and grimed from the old bark of the greater boughs; more than once he slipped and<br />
caught himself just in time; and at last, after a dreadful struggle in a difficult place where<br />
there seemed to be no convenient branches at all, he got near the top. All the time he<br />
was wondering whether there were spiders in the tree, and how he was going to get<br />
down again (except by falling).<br />
In the end he poked his head above the roof of leaves, and then he found spiders all<br />
right. But they were only small ones of ordinary size, and they were after the butterflies.<br />
Bilbo's eyes were nearly blinded by the light. He could hear the dwarves shouting up at<br />
him from far below, but he could not answer, only hold on and blink. The sun was<br />
shining brilliantly, and it was a long while before he could bear it. When he could, he saw<br />
all round him a sea of dark green, ruffled here and there by the breeze; and there were<br />
everywhere hundreds of butterflies. I expect they were a kind of 'purple emperor,' a