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           "AndI’msuretherainhasgotintothedryclothesandintothefood-bags,"thoughtBilbo."Botherburglingandeverythingtodowithit!IwishIwasathomeinmyniceholebythefire,withthekettlejustbeginningtosing!"Itwasnotthelasttimethathewishedthat!Stillthedwarvesjoggedon,neverturningroundortakinganynoticeofthehobbit.Somewherebehindthegreycloudsthesunmusthavegonedown,foritbegantogetdark.Windgotup,andthewillowsalongtheriver-bankbentandsighed.Idon’tknowwhatriveritwas,arushingredone,swollenwiththerainsofthelastfewdays,thatcamedownfromthehillsandmountainsinfrontofthem.Soonitwasnearlydark.Thewindsbrokeupthegreyclouds,andawaningmoonappearedabovethehillsbetweentheflyingrags.Thentheystopped,andThorinmutteredsomethingaboutsupper,"andwhereshallwegetadrypatchtosleepon?"NotuntilthendidtheynoticethatGandalfwasmissing.Sofarhehadcomeallthewaywiththem,neversayingifhewasintheadventureormerelykeepingthemcompanyforawhile.Hehadeatenmost,talkedmost,andlaughedmost.Butnowhesimplywasnotthereatall!"Justwhenawizardwouldhavebeenmostuseful,too,"groanedDoriandNori(whosharedthehobbit’sviewsaboutregularmeals,plentyandoften).Theydecidedintheendthattheywouldhavetocampwheretheywere.Sofartheyhadnotcampedbeforeonthisjourney,andthoughtheyknewthattheysoonwouldhavetocampregularly,whentheywereamongtheMistyMountainsandfarfromthelandsofrespectablepeople,itseemedabadweteveningtobegin,on.Theymovedtoaclumpoftrees,andthoughitwasdrierunderthem,thewindshooktherainofftheleaves,andthedrip,drip,wasmostannoying.Alsothemischiefseemedtohavegotintothefire.Dwarvescanmakeafirealmostanywhereoutofalmostanything,windornowind;buttheycouldnotdoitthatnight,notevenOinandGloin,whowerespeciallygoodatit.