On the great beast thundered, blundering in blind wrath through pool and
thicket. Arrows skipped and snapped harmlessly about the triple hide of his
flanks. Men of both sides fled before him, but many he overtook and crushed to
the ground. Soon he was lost to view, still trumpeting and stamping far away.
What became of him Sam never heard: whether he escaped to roam the wild for a
time, until he perished far from his home or was trapped in some deep pit; or
whether he raged on until he plunged in the Great River and was swallowed up.
thicket. Arrows skipped and snapped harmlessly about the triple hide of his
flanks. Men of both sides fled before him, but many he overtook and crushed to
the ground. Soon he was lost to view, still trumpeting and stamping far away.
What became of him Sam never heard: whether he escaped to roam the wild for a
time, until he perished far from his home or was trapped in some deep pit; or
whether he raged on until he plunged in the Great River and was swallowed up.
“
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