‘Then I’ll tell you what to think,’ said Maggot. ‘You should never have gone mixing yourself up with Hobbiton folk, Mr. Frodo. Folk are queer up there.’ Sam stirred in his chair, and looked at the farmer with an unfriendly eye. ‘But you were always a reckless lad. When I heard you had left the Brandybucks and gone off to that old Mr. Bilbo, I said that you were going to find trouble. Mark my words, this all comes of those strange doings of Mr. Bilbo’s. His money was got in some strange fashion in foreign parts, they say. Maybe there is some that want to know what has become of the gold and jewels that he buried in the hill of Hobbiton, as I hear?’
‘Y’n kas na, my a vydh leverel orthis an pyth dhe dybi,’ a leveris Magott. ‘Nevra ny dylis dhodho omgemmysk dha honan gans tus-Hobytun, Mr. Frodo. Tus yw koynt ena.’ Sam a wayas nebes yn y gador ha mires orth an Tiek gans lagas angowethek. ‘Mes bythkweth es ta chet diswar. Pan glywis vy ty dhe asa an Brandibukow ha mos dhe’n Mr. Bylbo koth na, my a leveris ty dhe gavoes ahwer. Klyw orthiv vy, henn oll yw sywyans an gwriansow koynt Mr. Bylbo. Y arghans a veu gwaynyas dre fordh koynt yn tiryow estrenn dell leverons. Martesen yma neb tus a vynn godhvos yn kever an owr ha jowelys a wrug ev ynkleudhya yn bre Hobytun dell glywav.’langbot langbot