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In
places
it
seemed
very
wide
,
although
the
moving
light
revealed
little
clearly
;
it
was
mostly
a
feeling
of
space
,
a
feeling
that
the
trees
had
drawn
back
.
Once
or
twice
Louis
looked
up
and
saw
stars
wheeling
between
the
massed
dark
border
of
trees
.
Once
something
loped
across
the
path
ahead
of
them
,
and
the
light
picked
up
the
reflection
of
greenish
eyes
--
there
and
then
gone
.
At
other
times
the
path
closed
in
until
underbrush
scratched
stiff
fingers
across
the
shoulders
of
Louis
's
coat
.
He
switched
the
bag
and
the
shovel
more
often
,
but
the
ache
in
his
shoulders
was
now
constant
.
He
fell
into
a
rhythm
of
walking
and
became
almost
hypnotized
with
it
.
There
was
power
here
,
yes
,
he
felt
it
.
He
remembered
a
time
when
he
had
been
a
senior
in
high
school
.
He
and
his
girl
and
some
other
couple
had
gone
way
out
in
the
boonies
and
had
ended
up
necking
at
the
end
of
a
dead-end
dirt
road
near
a
power
station
.
They
had
n't
been
there
long
before
Louis
's
girl
said
that
she
wanted
to
go
home
,
or
at
least
to
another
place
,
because
all
her
teeth
(
all
the
ones
with
fillings
,
anyway
,
and
that
was
most
of
them
)
were
aching
.
Louis
had
been
glad
to
leave
himself
.
The
air
around
the
power
station
had
made
him
feel
nervous
and
too
awake
.
This
was
like
that
,
but
it
was
stronger
.
Stronger
but
not
unpleasant
at
all
.
It
was
--
Jud
had
stopped
at
the
base
of
a
long
slope
.
Louis
ran
into
him
.
Jud
turned
toward
him
.
"
We
're
almost
where
we
're
going
now
,
"
he
said
calmly
.
"
This
next
bit
is
like
the
deadfall
--
you
got
to
walk
steady
and
easy
.
Just
follow
me
and
do
n't
look
down
.
You
felt
us
going
downhill
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
"
This
is
the
edge
of
what
the
Micmacs
used
to
call
Little
God
Swamp
.
The
fur
traders
who
came
through
called
it
Dead
Man
's
Bog
,
and
most
of
them
who
came
once
and
got
out
never
came
again
.
"
"
Is
there
quicksand
?
"
"
Oh
,
ayuh
,
quicksand
aplenty
!
Streams
that
bubble
up
through
a
big
deposit
of
quartz
sand
left
over
from
the
glacier
.
Silica
sand
,
we
always
called
it
,
although
there
's
probably
a
proper
name
for
it
.
"
Jud
looked
at
him
,
and
for
a
moment
Louis
thought
he
saw
something
bright
and
not
completely
pleasant
in
the
old
man
's
eyes
.
