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expensive to keep, and their arrival had turned things into a long holiday in which<br />
business was at a standstill.<br />
"Let them go and bother Smaug, and see how he welcomes them!" he thought.<br />
"Certainly, O Thorin Thrain's son Thror's son!" was what he said. "You must claim your<br />
own. The hour is at hand, spoken of old. What help we can offer shall be yours, and we<br />
trust to your gratitude when your kingdom is regained."<br />
So one day, although autumn was now getting far on, and winds were cold, and leaves<br />
were falling fast, three large boats left Lake-town, laden with rowers, dwarves, Mr.<br />
Baggins, and many provisions. Horses and ponies had been sent round by circuitous<br />
paths to meet them at their appointed landing-place.<br />
The Master and his councillors bade them farewell from the great steps of the town-hall<br />
that went down to the lake. People sang on the quays and out of windows. The white<br />
oars dipped and splashed, and off they went north up the lake on the last stage of their<br />
long journey. The only person thoroughly unhappy was Bilbo.<br />
Chapter 11<br />
On the Doorstep<br />
In two days going they rowed right up the Long Lake and passed out into the River<br />
Running, and now they could all see the Lonely Mountain towering grim and tall before<br />
them. The stream was strong and their going slow. At the; end of the third day, some<br />
miles up the river, they drew in to the left or western bank and disembarked. Here they<br />
were joined by the horses with other provisions and necessaries and the ponies for their<br />
own use that had been sent to meet them. They packed what they could on the ponies<br />
and the rest was made into a store under a tent, but none of the men of the town would<br />
stay with them even for the night so near the shadow of the Mountain.<br />
"Not at any rate until the songs have come true!" said they. It was easier to believe in the<br />
Dragon and less easy to believe in Thorin in these wild parts. Indeed their stores had no<br />
need of any guard, for all the land was desolate and empty. So their escort left them,<br />
making off swiftly down the river and the shoreward paths, although the night was<br />
already drawing on.<br />
They spent a cold and lonely night and their spirits fell. The next day they set out again.<br />
Balin and Bilbo rode behind, each leading another pony heavily laden beside him; the<br />
others were some way ahead picking out a slow road, for there were no paths. They<br />
made north-west, slanting away from the River Running, and drawing ever nearer and<br />
nearer to a great spur of the Mountain that was flung out southwards towards them.<br />
It was a weary journey, and a quiet and stealthy one. There was no laughter or song or<br />
sound of harps, and the pride and hopes which had stirred in their hearts at the singing<br />
of old songs by the lake died away to a plodding gloom. They knew that they were<br />
drawing near to the end of their journey, and that it might be a very horrible end. The<br />
land about them grew bleak and barren, though once, as Thorin told them, it had been<br />
green and fair. There was little grass, and before long there was neither bush nor tree,<br />
and only broken and blackened stumps to speak of ones long vanished. They were<br />
come to the Desolation of the Dragon, and they were come at the waning of the year.<br />
They reached the skirts of the Mountain all the same without meeting any danger or any<br />
sign of the Dragon other than the wilderness he had made about his lair. The Mountain<br />
lay dark and silent before them and ever higher above them. They made their first camp<br />
on the western side of the great southern spur, which ended in a height called Ravenhill.<br />
On this there had been an old watch-post; but they dared not climb it yet, it was too<br />
exposed.