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Now
,
traversing
this
glorious
field
,
the
boy
came
across
a
pile
of
fieldstones
.
He
figured
it
must
be
the
foundation
of
an
old
homestead
.
He
would
not
go
near
it
.
He
knew
better
.
Besides
,
his
eyes
had
been
drawn
to
something
else
—
a
brilliant
lady
’
s
slipper
—
the
rarest
and
most
beautiful
flower
in
New
Hampshire
.
He
had
only
ever
seen
them
in
books
.
Excited
,
the
boy
moved
toward
the
flower
.
He
knelt
down
.
The
ground
beneath
him
felt
mulchy
and
hollow
.
He
realized
his
flower
had
found
an
extra
-
fertile
spot
.
It
was
growing
from
a
patch
of
rotting
wood
.
Thrilled
by
the
thought
of
taking
home
his
prize
,
the
boy
reached
out
…
fingers
extending
toward
the
stem
.
He
never
reached
it
.
With
a
sickening
crack
,
the
earth
gave
way
.
In
the
three
seconds
of
dizzying
terror
as
he
fell
,
the
boy
knew
he
would
die
.
Plummeting
downward
,
he
braced
for
the
bone
-
crushing
collision
.
When
it
came
,
there
was
no
pain
.
Only
softness
.
And
cold
.
He
hit
the
deep
liquid
face
first
,
plunging
into
a
narrow
blackness
.
Spinning
disoriented
somersaults
,
he
groped
the
sheer
walls
thatenclosed
him
on
all
sides
.
Somehow
,
as
if
by
instinct
,
he
sputtered
to
the
surface
.
Light
.
Faint
.
Above
him
.
Miles
above
him
,
it
seemed
