Date: Sat, 13 May 2006 19:31:02 -0700
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time at quoits, dart-throwing, shooting at the wand, bowls, ninepins and
other quiet games of the aiming and throwing sort-indeed he could do
lots of things, besides blowing smoke-rings, asking riddles and cooking,
that I havent had time to tell you about. There is no time now. While
he was picking up day down the valley and scrambled
among the tumbled rocks at its southern corner. About midday, creeping
behind a great stone that stood alone like a pillar, Bilbo came on what
looked like rough steps going upwards. Following these excitedly he and
the dwarves found traces of a narrow track, often lost, often
rediscovered, that wandered on to the top of the southern ridge and
brought them at last to a still narrower ledge, which turned north
across the face of the Mountain. Looking down they saw that they were at
the top of the cliff at the valleys head and were gazing down on to
their own camp below. Silently, clinging to the rocky wall on their
right, they went in single file along the ledge, till the wall opened
and they turned into a little steep-walled bay, grassy-floored, still
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<DIV>time at quoits, dart-throwing, shooting at the wand, bowls, ninepins and<BR>
other quiet games of the aiming and throwing sort-indeed he could do<BR>
lots of things, besides blowing smoke-rings, asking riddles and cooking,<BR>
that I havent had time to tell you about. There is no time now. While<BR>
he was picking up stones, the spider had reached Bombur, and soon he<BR>
would have been dead. At that moment Bilbo threw. The stone struck the<BR>
spider plunk on the head, and it dropped senseless off the tree, flop to<BR>
the ground, with all its legs curled up.<BR>
The next stone went whizzing through a big web, snapping its cords,<BR>
and taking off the spider sitting in the middle of it, whack, dead.<BR>
After that there was a deal of commotion in the spider-colony, and they<BR>
forgot the dwarves for a bit, I can tell you. They could not see Bilbo,<BR>
but they could make a good guess at the direction from which the stones<BR>
were coming. As quick as lightning they came running and swinging<BR>
towards the hobbit, flinging out their long threads in all directions,<BR>
till the air seemed full of waving snares. Bilbo, however, soon slipped<BR></DIV></BODY></HTML>
