[William Cloud Hicklin]

"Then suddenly the trees came to an end and the mists were left behind. They stepped out of the Forest, and found a wide sweep of grass welling up before them... The grass under their feet was smooth and short, as if it had been mown or shaven. The eaves of the Forest behind them were clipped, and trim as a hedge. The path was now plain before them.....There was Tom Bombadil's house, up, down, under hill. Beyond it a steep shoulder of the land lay grey and bare, and beyond that the dark shapes of the Barrow-downs stalked away into the eastern night."