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As they went on Bilbo looked from side to side for something to eat;
but the blackberries were still only in flower, and of course there were
no nuts, nor even hawthorn-berries. He nibbled a bit of sorrel, and he
drank from a small mountain-stream that crossed the path, and he ate
three wild strawberries that he found on its bank, but it was not much
good. They still went on and on. The rough path disappeared. The bushes,