| The author is grateful to the following for permission to reproduce excerpts from works indicated. A.P. Watt Ltd, on behalf of Roland Huntford for permission to quote from Scott and Amundsen by Roland Huntford. Verso for permission to quote from Judgement Over the Dead by Trevor Griffiths. Unwin Hyman, of HarperCollins Publishers Ltd, for permission to quote from The Lord of the Rings by J.R.R. Tolkien. Excerpt from The Fellowship of the Ring by J.R.R. Tolkien. Copyright 1954, 1965 by J.R.R. Tolkien. Copyright renewed 1982 by Christopher R. Tolkien, Michael H.R. Tolkien, John F.R. Tolkien and Priscilla M.A.R. Tolkien. Reprinted by permission of Houghton Mifflin Co. All rights reserved. Bantam Doubleday Dell Publishing Group Inc. for permission to quote from Voices of Freedom by Henry Hampton and Steve Frayer. After some time they crossed the Water, west of Hobbiton, by a narrow plank-bridge. The stream there was no more than a winding black ribbon, bordered with leaning alder trees. A mile or two further south they hastily crossed the great road from the Brandywine Bridge; they were now in the Tookland and bending south-eastwards they made for the Green Hill Country. As they began to climb its first slopes they looked back and saw the lamps in Hobbiton far off twinkling in the gentle valley of the Water. Soon it disappeared in the folds of the darkened land, and was followed by Bywater beside its grey pool. When the light of the last farm was far behind, peeping among the trees, Frodo turned and waved a hand in farewell. 'I wonder if I shall ever look down in that valley again,' he said quietly . The Lord of the Rings J. R. R. Tolkien Late in the evening on June 6th, Amundsen came out of his house, shut the door behind him, leaving things as if returning in an hour or two, walked briskly through the trees, and boarded Fram. There was a rattle of chains, the anchor was raised, and slowly she swung out into the fjord. 'Sailed at midnight', ran the opening entry of Amundsen's diary Scott and Amundsen Roland Huntford One writes in a certain sort of way because one is a certain sort of person; one is a certain sort of person because one has led a certain sort of life. A. A. Milne | 