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thudding on top of ones below； smacking into the water； jostling against the walls of the tunnel； knocking into one another； and bobbing away down the current。
It was just at this moment that Bilbo suddenly discovered the weak point in his plan。 Most likely you saw it some time ago and have been laughing at him； but I don't suppose you would have done half as well yourselves in his place。 Of course he was not in a barrel himself； nor was there anyone to pack him in； even if there had been a chance！ It looked as if he would certainly lose his friends this time （nearly all of them had already disappeared through the dark trap…door）； and get utterly left behind and have to stay lurking as a permanent burglar in the elf…caves for ever。 For even if he could have escaped through the upper gates at once； he had precious small chance of ever finding the dwarves again。 He did not know the way by land to the place where the barrels were collected。 He wondered what on earth would happen to them without him； for he had not had time to tell the dwarves all that he had learned； or what he had meant to do； once they were out of the wood。 While all these thoughts were passing through his mind； the elves being very merry began to sing a song round the river…door。 Some had already gone to haul on the ropes which pulled up the portcullis at the water…gate so as to let out the barrels as soon as they were all afloat below。
〃Down the swift dark stream you go
Back to lands you once did know！
Leave the halls and caverns deep；
Leave the northern mountains steep；
Where the forest wide and dim
Stoops in shadow grey and grim！
Float beyond the world of trees
Out into the whispering breeze；
Past the rushes； past the reeds；
Past the marsh's waving weeds；
Through the mist that riseth white
Up from mere and pool at night！
Follow； follow stars that leap
Up the heavens cold and steep；
Turn when dawn es over land；
Over rapid； over sand；
South away！ and South away！
Seek the sunlight and the day；
Back to pasture； back to mead；
Where the kine and oxen feed！
Back to gardens on the hills
Where the berry swells and fills
Under sunlight； under day！
South away！ and South away！
Down the swift dark stream you go
Back to lands you once did know！〃
Now the very last barrel was being rolled to the doors！ In despair and not knowing what else to do； poor little Bilbo caught hold of it and was pushed over the edge with it。 Down into the water he fell； splash！ into the cold dark water with the barrel on top of him。 He came up again spluttering and clinging to the wood like a rat； but for all his efforts he could not scramble on top。 Every time he tried； the barrel rolled round and ducked him under again。 It was really empty； and floated light as a cork。 Though his ears were full of water； he could hear the elves still singing in the cellar above。 Then suddenly the trapdoors fell to with a boom and their voices faded away。 He was in the dark tunnel； floating in icy water； all alone…for you cannot count friends that are all packed up in barrels。
Very soon a grey patch came up in the darkness ahead。 He heard the creak of the water…gate being hauled up； and he found that he was in the midst of a bobbing and bumping mass of casks and tubs all pressing together to pass under the arch and get out into the open stream。 He had as much as he could do to prevent himself from being hustled and battered to bits； but at last the jostling crowd began to break up and swing off； one by one； under the stone arch and away。 Then he saw that it would have been no good even if he had managed to get astride his barrel； for there was no room to spare； not even for a hobbit； between its top and the suddenly stooping roof where the gate was。
Out they went under the overhanging branches of the trees on either bank。 Bilbo wondered what the dwarves were feeling and whether a lot of water was getting into their tubs。 Some of those that bobbed along by him in the gloom seemed pretty low in the water； and he guessed that these had dwarves inside。 〃I do hope I put the lids on tight enough！〃 he thought； but before long he was worrying too much about himself to remember the dwarves。 He managed to keep his head above the water； but he was shivering with the cold； and he wondered if he would die of it before the luck turned； and how much longer he would be able to hang on； and whether he should risk the chance of letting go and trying to swim to the bank。
The luck turned all right before long： the eddying current carried several barrels close ashore at one point and there for a while they stuck against some hidden root。 Then Bilbo took the opportunity of scrambling up the side of his barrel while it was held steady against another。 Up he crawled like a drowned rat； and lay on the top spread out to keep the balance as best he could。 The breeze was cold but better than the water； and he hoped he would not suddenly roll off again when they started off once more。 Before long the barrels broke free again and turned and twisted off down the stream； and out into the main current Then he found it quite as difficult to stick on as he had feared； but he managed it somehow； though it was miserably unfortable。 Luckily he was very light； and the barrel was a good big one and being rather leaky had now shipped a small amount of water。 All the same it was like trying to ride； without bridle or stirrups； a round…bellied pony that was always thinking of rolling on the grass。 In this way at last Mr。 Baggins came to a place where the trees on either hand grew thinner。 He could see the paler sky between them。 The dark river opened suddenly wide； and there it was joined to the main water of the Forest River flowing down in haste from the king's great doors。 There was a dim sheet of water no longer overshadowed； and on its sliding surface there were dancing and broken reflections of clouds and of stars。 Then the hurrying water of the Forest River swept all the pany of casks and tubs away to the north bank； in which it had eaten out a wide bay。 This had a shingly shore under hanging banks and was walled at the eastern end by a little jutting cape of hard rock。 On the shallow shore most of the barrels ran aground； though a few went on to bump against the stony pier。 There were people on the look…out on the banks。 They quickly poled and pushed all the barrels together into the shallows； and when they had counted them they roped them together and left them till the morning。 Poor dwarves！ Bilbo was not so badly off now。 He slipped from his barrel and waded ashore； and then sneaked along to some huts that he could see near the water's edge。 He no longer thought twice about picking up a supper uninvited if he got the chance； he had been obliged to do it for so long； and he knew only too well what it was to be really hungry； not merely politely interested in the dainties of a well…filled larder。 Also he had caught a glimpse of a fire through the trees； and that appealed to him with his dripping and ragged clothes clinging to him cold and clammy。
There is no need to tell you much of his adventures that night； for now we are drawing near the end o