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"
I
wo
n't
,
Mr.
Crandall
.
"
Ellie
was
suitably
impressed
,
even
awed
,
but
not
afraid
,
Louis
saw
.
Rachel
,
however
,
was
looking
at
Jud
uneasily
,
and
Louis
felt
a
little
uneasy
himself
.
It
was
,
he
supposed
,
the
city-bred
's
almost
instinctive
fear
of
the
woods
.
Louis
had
n't
held
a
compass
in
his
hand
since
Boy
Scouts
,
twenty
years
before
,
and
his
memories
of
how
to
find
your
way
by
things
like
the
North
Star
or
which
side
of
the
trees
moss
grew
on
were
as
vague
as
his
memories
of
how
to
tie
a
sheepshank
or
a
half
hitch
.
Jud
looked
them
over
and
smiled
a
little
.
"
Now
,
we
ai
n't
lost
nobody
in
these
woods
since
1934
,
"
he
said
.
"
At
least
,
nobody
local
.
The
last
one
was
Will
Jeppson
--
no
great
loss
.
Except
for
Stanny
Bouchard
,
I
guess
Will
was
the
biggest
tosspot
this
side
of
Bucksport
.
"
"
You
said
nobody
local
,
"
Rachel
remarked
in
a
voice
that
was
not
quite
casual
,
and
Louis
could
almost
read
her
mind
:
We
're
not
local
.
At
least
,
not
yet
.
Jud
paused
and
then
nodded
.
"
We
do
lose
one
of
the
tourists
every
two
or
three
years
because
they
think
you
ca
n't
get
lost
right
off
the
main
road
.
But
we
never
lost
even
one
of
them
for
good
,
missus
.
Do
n't
you
fret
.
"
"
Are
there
moose
?
"
Rachel
asked
apprehensively
,
and
Louis
smiled
.
If
Rachel
wanted
to
fret
,
she
would
jolly
well
fret
.
"
Well
,
you
might
see
a
moose
,
"
Jud
said
,
"
but
he
would
n't
give
you
any
trouble
,
Rachel
.
During
mating
season
they
get
a
little
irritated
,
but
otherwise
they
do
no
more
than
look
.
Only
people
they
take
after
out
of
their
rutting
time
are
people
from
Massachusetts
.
I
do
n't
know
why
that
's
so
,
but
it
is
.
"
Louis
thought
the
man
was
joking
but
could
not
be
sure
;
Jud
looked
utterly
serious
.
"
I
've
seen
it
time
and
time
again
.
Some
fella
from
Saugus
or
Milton
or
Weston
up
a
tree
,
yelling
about
a
herd
of
moose
,
every
damn
one
of
em
as
big
as
a
motorhome
.
Seems
like
moose
can
smell
Massachusetts
on
a
man
or
a
woman
.
Or
maybe
it
's
just
all
those
new
clothes
from
L.
L.
Bean
's
they
smell
--
I
dunno
.
I
'd
like
to
see
one
of
those
animal
husbandry
students
from
the
college
do
a
paper
on
it
,
but
I
s
'
pose
none
ever
will
.
"
"
What
's
rutting
time
?
"
Ellie
asked
.
"
Never
mind
,
"
Rachel
said
.
"
I
do
n't
want
you
up
here
unless
you
're
with
a
grown-up
,
Ellie
.
"
Rachel
moved
a
step
closer
to
Louis
.
Jud
looked
pained
.
"
I
did
n't
want
to
scare
you
,
Rachel
--
you
or
your
daughter
.
No
need
to
be
scared
in
these
woods
.
This
is
a
good
path
;
it
gets
a
little
buggy
in
the
spring
and
it
's
a
little
sloppy
all
the
time
--
except
for
"
55
,
which
was
the
driest
summer
I
can
remember
--
but
hell
,
there
is
n't
even
any
poison
ivy
or
poison
oak
,
which
there
is
at
the
back
of
the
schoolyard
,
and
you
want
to
stay
away
from
it
,
Ellie
,
if
you
do
n't
want
to
spend
three
weeks
of
your
life
takin
starch
baths
.
"
