Van Gogh A Girl in White in the Woods

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They went round to the other side of the tree, and then Sam understood the click that he had heard. Pippin had vanished. The crack by which he had laid himself had closed together, so that not a chink could be seen. Merry was trapped: another crack had closed about his waist; his legs lay outside, but the rest of him was inside a dark opening, the edges of which gripped like a pair of pincers.Frodo and Sam beat first upon the tree-trunk and whispered, but with a sound now of faint and far-off laughter.‘I suppose we haven’t got an axe among our luggage, Mr. Frodo?’ asked Sam.‘I brought a little hatchet for chopping firewood,’ said Frodo. ‘That wouldn’t be much use.’‘Wait a minute!’ cried Sam, struck by an idea suggested by firewood. ‘We might do something with fire!’‘We might,’ said Frodo doubtfully. ‘We might succeed in roasting Pippin alive inside.’‘We might try to hurt or frighten this tree to begin with,’ said Sam fiercely. ‘If it don’t let them go, I’ll have it down, if I have to gnaw it.’ He ran to the ponies where Pippin had lain. They then struggled frantically to pull open the jaws of the crack that held poor Merry. It was quite useless.‘What a foul thing to happen!’ cried Frodo wildly. ‘Why did we ever come into this dreadful Forest? I wish we were all back at Crickhollow!’ He kicked the tree with all his strength, heedless of his own feet. A hardly perceptible shiver ran through the stem and up into the branches; the leaves rustled and before long came back with two tinder-boxes and a hatchet.