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"
And
along
comes
old
Stanny
B.
,
"
he
said
.
"
Half
the
people
in
town
thought
he
was
soft
,
and
the
other
half
thought
he
might
be
dangerous
.
His
grandfather
was
a
big
fur
trapper
and
trader
in
the
early
1800s
.
Stanny
's
grandda
would
go
all
the
way
from
the
Maritimes
to
Bangor
and
Derry
,
sometimes
as
far
south
as
Skowhegan
to
buy
pelts
,
or
so
I
've
heard
.
He
drove
a
big
wagon
covered
with
rawhide
strips
like
something
out
of
a
medicine
show
.
He
had
crosses
all
over
it
,
for
he
was
a
proper
Christian
and
would
preach
on
the
Resurrection
when
he
was
drunk
enough
--
this
is
what
Stanny
said
,
he
loved
to
talk
about
his
grandda
--
but
he
had
pagan
Indian
signs
all
over
it
as
well
because
he
believed
that
all
Indians
,
no
matter
what
the
tribe
,
belonged
to
one
big
tribe
--
that
lost
one
of
Israel
the
Bible
talks
about
.
He
said
he
believed
all
Indians
were
hellbound
,
but
that
their
magic
worked
because
they
were
Christians
all
the
same
,
in
some
queer
,
damned
way
.
"
Stanny
's
grandda
bought
from
the
Micmacs
and
did
a
good
business
with
them
long
after
most
of
the
other
trappers
and
traders
had
given
up
or
gone
west
because
he
traded
with
them
at
a
fair
price
and
because
,
Stanny
said
,
he
knew
the
whole
Bible
by
heart
,
and
the
Micmacs
liked
to
hear
him
speak
the
words
the
blackrobes
had
spoken
to
them
in
the
years
before
the
buckskin
men
and
woodsmen
came
.
"
He
fell
silent
.
Louis
waited
.
"
The
Micmacs
told
Stanny
B.
's
grandda
about
the
burying
ground
which
they
did
n't
use
anymore
because
the
Wendigo
had
soured
the
ground
,
and
about
Little
God
Swamp
,
and
the
steps
,
and
all
the
rest
.
"
The
Wendigo
story
,
now
,
that
was
something
you
could
hear
in
those
days
all
over
the
north
country
.
It
was
a
story
they
had
to
have
,
the
same
way
I
guess
we
have
to
have
some
of
our
Christian
stories
.
Norma
would
damn
me
for
a
profaner
if
she
heard
me
say
that
,
but
Louis
,
it
's
true
.
Sometimes
,
if
the
winter
was
long
and
hard
and
the
food
was
short
,
there
were
north
country
Indians
who
would
finally
get
down
to
the
bad
place
where
it
was
starve
or
...
or
do
something
else
.
"
"
Cannibalism
?
"
Jud
shrugged
.
"
Maybe
.
Maybe
they
'd
pick
out
someone
who
was
old
and
used
up
,
and
then
there
would
be
stew
for
a
while
.
And
the
story
they
worked
out
would
be
that
the
Wendigo
had
walked
through
their
village
or
encampment
while
they
were
sleepin
and
touched
them
.
And
the
Wendigo
was
supposed
to
give
those
it
touched
a
taste
for
the
flesh
of
their
own
kind
.
"
Louis
nodded
.
"
Saying
the
devil
made
them
do
it
.
"
"
Sure
.
My
own
guess
is
that
the
Micmacs
around
here
had
to
do
it
at
some
point
and
that
they
buried
the
bones
of
whoever
they
ate
--
one
or
two
,
maybe
even
ten
or
a
dozen
--
up
there
in
their
burying
ground
.
"
