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JOSHUA YESHUA JEWFAGHAM ID: 36b375 Nov. 2, 2021, 8:02 a.m. No.14905829   🗄️.is 🔗kun

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Leon Krzemieniecki, the last surviving person involved in the administration of the rail transportation to Auschwitz and Treblinka, stated he knew the punched card machines were not German machines, because the labels were in English. Income from the machines leased in General Government was sent through Geneva to IBM in New York.

JOSHUA YESHUA JEWFAGHAM ID: 36b375 Nov. 2, 2021, 8:03 a.m. No.14905837   🗄️.is 🔗kun

IBM New York established a special subsidiary in the occupied General Government territory, Watson Business Machines, to deal with railway traffic there during the Holocaust in Poleland

JOSHUA YESHUA JEWFAGHAM ID: 36b375 Nov. 2, 2021, 8:05 a.m. No.14905848   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>5875

‘Well, so I have!’ cried Bilbo. ‘And my will and all the other

documents too. You had better take it and deliver it for me.

That will be safest.’

‘No, don’t give the ring to me,’ said Gandalf. ‘Put it on the

mantelpiece. It will be safe enough there, till Frodo comes. I

 

shall wait for him.’

Bilbo took out the envelope, but just as he was about to set

it by the clock, his hand jerked back, and the packet fell on

the floor. Before he could pick it up, the wizard stooped and

 

seized it and set it in its place. A spasm of anger passed

 

swiftly over the hobbit’s face again. Suddenly it gave way to

 

a look of relief and a laugh.

‘Well, that’s that,’ he said. ‘Now I’m off !’

 

They went out into the hall. Bilbo chose his favourite stick

from the stand; then he whistled. Three dwarves came out

of different rooms where they had been busy.

‘Is everything ready?’ asked Bilbo. ‘Everything packed and

labelled?’

‘Everything,’ they answered.

 

‘Well, let’s start then!’ He stepped out of the front-door.

 

It was a fine night, and the black sky was dotted with stars.

He looked up, sniffing the air. ‘What fun! What fun to be off

 

again, off on the Road with dwarves! This is what I have

 

really been longing for, for years! Good-bye!’ he said, looking

 

at his old home and bowing to the door. ‘Good-bye, Gandalf !’

‘Good-bye, for the present, Bilbo. Take care of yourself !

You are old enough, and perhaps wise enough.’

‘Take care! I don’t care. Don’t you worry about me! I am

as happy now as I have ever been, and that is saying a great

 

deal. But the time has come. I am being swept off my feet at

 

last,’ he added, and then in a low voice, as if to himself, he

 

sang softly in the dark:

The Road goes ever on and on

Down from the door where it began.

Now far ahead the Road has gone,

And I must follow, if I can,

JOSHUA YESHUA JEWFAGHAM ID: 36b375 Nov. 2, 2021, 8:11 a.m. No.14905893   🗄️.is 🔗kun

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Pursuing it with eager feet,

Until it joins some larger way

Where many paths and errands meet.

And whither then? I cannot say.

He paused, silent for a moment. Then without another word

he turned away from the lights and voices in the field and

 

tents, and followed by his three companions went round

 

into his garden, and trotted down the long sloping path. He

 

jumped over a low place in the hedge at the bottom, and took

 

to the meadows, passing into the night like a rustle of wind

 

in the grass.

Gandalf remained for a while staring after him into the

darkness. ‘Good-bye, my dear Bilbo – until our next meet-

ing!’ he said softly and went back indoors.

Frodo came in soon afterwards, and found him sitting in

the dark, deep in thought. ‘Has he gone?’ he asked.

‘Yes,’ answered Gandalf, ‘he has gone at last.’

 

‘I wish – I mean, I hoped until this evening that it was only

a joke,’ said Frodo. ‘But I knew in my heart that he really

 

meant to go. He always used to joke about serious things. I

 

wish I had come back sooner, just to see him off.’

‘I think really he preferred slipping off quietly in the end,’

said Gandalf. ‘Don’t be too troubled. He’ll be all right – now.

 

He left a packet for you. There it is!’

Frodo took the envelope from the mantelpiece, and glanced

at it, but did not open it.

‘You’ll find his will and all the other documents in there, I

think,’ said the wizard. ‘You are the master of Bag End now.

 

And also, I fancy, you’ll find a golden ring.’

‘The ring!’ exclaimed Frodo. ‘Has he left me that? I wonder

why. Still, it may be useful.’

‘It may, and it may not,’ said Gandalf. ‘I should not make

use of it, if I were you. But keep it secret, and keep it safe!

 

Now I am going to bed.’

JOSHUA YESHUA JEWFAGHAM ID: 36b375 Nov. 2, 2021, 8:13 a.m. No.14905908   🗄️.is 🔗kun

As master of Bag End Frodo felt it his painful duty to say

good-bye to the guests. Rumours of strange events had by

now spread all over the field, but Frodo would only say no

doubt everything will be cleared up in the morning. About mid-

night carriages came for the important folk. One by one

 

they rolled away, filled with full but very unsatisfied hobbits.

 

Gardeners came by arrangement, and removed in wheel-

barrows those that had inadvertently remained behind.

Night slowly passed. The sun rose. The hobbits rose rather

later. Morning went on. People came and began (by orders)

 

to clear away the pavilions and the tables and the chairs, and

 

the spoons and knives and bottles and plates, and the lanterns,

 

and the flowering shrubs in boxes, and the crumbs and

 

cracker-paper, the forgotten bags and gloves and handker-

chiefs, and the uneaten food (a very small item). Then a

 

number of other people came (without orders): Bagginses,

 

and Boffins, and Bolgers, and Tooks, and other guests that

 

lived or were staying near. By mid-day, when even the best-

 

fed were out and about again, there was a large crowd at Bag

 

End, uninvited but not unexpected.

Frodo was waiting on the step, smiling, but looking rather

tired and worried. He welcomed all the callers, but he had

 

not much more to say than before. His reply to all inquiries

 

was simply this: ‘Mr. Bilbo Baggins has gone away; as far as

 

I know, for good.’ Some of the visitors he invited to come

 

inside, as Bilbo had left ‘messages’ for them.

Inside in the hall there was piled a large assortment of

packages and parcels and small articles of furniture. On every

 

item there was a label tied. There were several labels of this

 

sort:

For ADELARD TOOK, for his VERY OWN, from Bilbo; on

an umbrella. Adelard had carried off many unlabelled ones.

For DORA BAGGINS in memory of a LONG correspon-

dence, with love from Bilbo; on a large waste-paper basket.

Dora was Drogo’s sister and the eldest surviving female rela-

 

tive of Bilbo and Frodo; she was ninety-nine, and had written

 

reams of good advice for more than half a century