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So they sang as first one barrel and then another rumbled to the dark opening and was<br />
pushed over into the cold water some feet below. Some were barrels really empty, some<br />
were tubs neatly packed with a dwarf each; but down they all went, one after another,<br />
with many a clash and a bump, thudding on top of ones below, smacking into the water,<br />
jostling against the walls of the tunnel, knocking into one another, and bobbing away<br />
down the current.<br />
It was just at this moment that Bilbo suddenly discovered the weak point in his plan.<br />
Most likely you saw it some time ago and have been laughing at him; but I don't suppose<br />
you would have done half as well yourselves in his place. Of course he was not in a<br />
barrel himself, nor was there anyone to pack him in, even if there had been a chance! It<br />
looked as if he would certainly lose his friends this time (nearly all of them had already<br />
disappeared through the dark trap-door), and get utterly left behind and have to stay<br />
lurking as a permanent burglar in the elf-caves for ever. For even if he could have<br />
escaped through the upper gates at once, he had precious small chance of ever finding<br />
the dwarves again. He did not know the way by land to the place where the barrels were<br />
collected. He wondered what on earth would happen to them without him; for he had not<br />
had time to tell the dwarves all that he had learned, or what he had meant to do, once<br />
they were out of the wood. While all these thoughts were passing through his mind, the<br />
elves being very merry began to sing a song round the river-door. Some had already<br />
gone to haul on the ropes which pulled up the portcullis at the water-gate so as to let out<br />
the barrels as soon as they were all afloat below.<br />
"Down the swift dark stream you go<br />
Back to lands you once did know!<br />
Leave the halls and caverns deep,<br />
Leave the northern mountains steep,<br />
Where the forest wide and dim<br />
Stoops in shadow grey and grim!<br />
Float beyond the world of trees<br />
Out into the whispering breeze,<br />
Past the rushes, past the reeds,<br />
Past the marsh's waving weeds,<br />
Through the mist that riseth white<br />
Up from mere and pool at night!<br />
Follow, follow stars that leap<br />
Up the heavens cold and steep;<br />
Turn when dawn comes over land,<br />
Over rapid, over sand,<br />
South away! and South away!<br />
Seek the sunlight and the day,<br />
Back to pasture, back to mead,<br />
Where the kine and oxen feed!<br />
Back to gardens on the hills<br />
Where the berry swells and fills<br />
Under sunlight, under day!<br />
South away! and South away!<br />
Down the swift dark stream you go<br />
Back to lands you once did know!"<br />
Now the very last barrel was being rolled to the doors! In despair and not knowing what<br />
else to do, poor little Bilbo caught hold of it and was pushed over the edge with it. Down