From owner-freebsd-usb@FreeBSD.ORG Sat May 13 21:57:14 2006 Return-Path: X-Original-To: freebsd-usb@freefall.freebsd.org Delivered-To: freebsd-usb@freefall.freebsd.org Received: from mx1.FreeBSD.org (mx1.freebsd.org [216.136.204.125]) by hub.freebsd.org (Postfix) with ESMTP id 292CD16A436 for ; Sat, 13 May 2006 21:57:14 +0000 (UTC) (envelope-from streaucori@thetrain.com) Received: from thetrain.com (bro67-3-82-231-136-166.fbx.proxad.net [82.231.136.166]) by mx1.FreeBSD.org (Postfix) with SMTP id 80FBE43D58 for ; Sat, 13 May 2006 21:57:02 +0000 (GMT) (envelope-from streaucori@thetrain.com) Message-ID: <000001c676d7$a2da0080$dd53a8c0@zgf88> From: "Corie Streater" To: freebsd-usb@freefall.freebsd.org Date: Sat, 13 May 2006 14:53:14 -0700 MIME-Version: 1.0 X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-Mailer: Microsoft Outlook Express 6.00.2800.1106 X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2800.1106 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable X-Content-Filtered-By: Mailman/MimeDel 2.1.5 Cc: Subject: Re: the crred X-BeenThere: freebsd-usb@freebsd.org X-Mailman-Version: 2.1.5 Precedence: list Reply-To: Corie Streater List-Id: FreeBSD support for USB List-Unsubscribe: , List-Archive: List-Post: List-Help: List-Subscribe: , X-List-Received-Date: Sat, 13 May 2006 21:57:14 -0000 go to the web site =20 =20 =20 =20 =20 beside them on to sharp rocks below; but each of them took a good coil of rope wound tight about his waist, and so at last without mishap they reached the little grassy bay. There they made their third camp, hauling up what they needed from below with their ropes. Down the same way they were able occasionally to lower one of the more active dwarves, such as Kili, to exchange such news as there was, or to take a share in the guard below, while Bofur was hauled up to the higher camp. Bombur would not come up either the rope or the path. I am too fat for such fly-walks, he said. I should turn dizzy and tread on my beard, and then you would be thirteen again. And the knotted ropes are too slender for my weight. Luckily for him that was not true, as you will see. In the meanwhile some of them explored the ledge beyond the opening and found a path that led higher and higher on to the mountain; but they did not dare to venture very far that way, nor was there much use in it. Out up there a silence reigned, broken by no bird or sound except that of the wind in the crannies of stone. They spoke low and never called or