Van Gogh On the Outskirts of Paris

Van Gogh On the Outskirts of ParisVan Gogh Mademoiselle Gachet at PianoVan Gogh Madame Roulin Rocking the CradleVan Gogh Landscape with House and Laborer
is sheltered and snug enough, sir. There is a dry fir-wood just ahead, if I remember rightly.’ Sam knew the land well within twenty miles of Hobbiton, but that was the limit of his geography.Just over the top of the hill they came on the patch of fir-wood. Leaving the road they went into the deep resin-scented darkness of the tree. Three of them! There’s something mighty queer behind this.’ He was quite right, but he never found out any more about it.The morning came, pale and clammy. Frodo woke up first, and found that a tree-root had made a hole in his back, and that his neck was stiff.‘Walking for pleasure! Why didn’t I drive?’ he thought, as he usually did at the beginning of an expedition. ‘And all my beautiful feather beds are sold to the Sackville-Bagginses! These tree-roots would do them good.’ He stretched. ‘Wake up, hobbits!’ he cried. It’s a beautiful morningtrees, and gathered dead sticks and cones to make a fire. Soon they had a merry crackle of flame at the foot of a large fir-tree and they sat round it for a while, until they began to nod. Then, each in an angle of the great tree’s roots, they curled up in their cloaks and blankets, and were soon fast asleep. They set no watch; even Frodo feared no danger yet, for they were still in the heart of the Shire. A few creatures came and looked at them when the fire had own stopped several minutes and sniffed.‘Hobbits!’ he thought. ‘Well, what next? I have heard of strange doings in this land, but I have seldom heard of a hobbit sleeping out of doors under a