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26
Jud lit a cigarette with a wooden kitchen match； shook it out； and tossed the stub into a tin ashtray with a barely readable Jim Beam advertisement painted on its bottom。
〃Ayuh； it was Stanley Bouchard who told me about the place。〃 He paused； thinking。
Barely touched glasses of beer stood before them on the checked oilcloth that covered the kitchen table。 Behind them； the barrel of range oil clamped to the wall gurgled three times； deliberately； and was still。 Louis had caught a pick…up supper with Steve…submarine sandwiches in the mostly deserted Bear's Den。 He had found out early that if you asked for a hoagie or a grinder or a gyro in Maine； they didn't know what you were talking about。 Ask for a sub or a Wop…burger； and you were in business。 With some food in him； Louis began to feel better about Church's return； felt that he had things more in perspective； but he was still not anxious to return to his dark； empty house where the cat could be…let's face it； gang…anywhere at all。
Norma sat with them for quite a while； watching TV and working on a sampler that showed the sun going down behind a small county meeting house。 The cross on the roof tree was silhouetted black against the setting sun。 Something to sell； she said； at the church sale the week before Christmas。 Always a big event。 Her fingers moved well； pushing the needle through the cloth； pulling it up through the steel circle。 Her arthritis was barely noticeable tonight。 Louis supposed it might be the weather； which had been cold but very dry。 She had recovered nicely from her heart attack； and on that evening less than ten weeks before a cerebral accident would kill her； he thought that she looked less haggard and actually younger。 On that evening he could see the girl she had been。
At a quarter to ten she said goodnight； and now he sat here with Jud； who had ceased speaking and seemed only to be following his cigarette smoke up and up； like a kid watching a barber pole to see where the stripes go。
〃Stanny B。；〃 Louis prompted gently。
Jud blinked and seemed to e back to himself。 〃Oh； ayuh；〃 he said。 〃Everyone in Ludlow…round Bucksport and Prospect and Orrington too； I guess…just called him Stanny B。 That year my dog Spot died…1910 I mean； the first time he died…Stanny was already an old man and more than a little crazy。 There was others around these parts that knew the Micmac burying ground was there； but it was Stanny B。 I heard it from； and he knew about it from his father and his father before him。 A whole family of proper Canucks； they were。〃
Jud laughed and sipped his beer。
〃I can still hear him talking in that broken English of his。 He found me sitting behind the livery stable that used to stand on Route 15…except it was just the Bangor…Bucksport Road back then…right about where the Orinco plant is now。 Spot wasn't dead but he was going； and my dad sent me away to check on some chickenfeed； which old Yorky sold back then。 We didn't need chickenfeed any more than a cow needs a blackboard； and I knew well enough why he sent me down there。〃
〃He was going to kill the dog？〃
〃He knew how tenderly I felt about Spot； so he sent me away while he did it。 I saw about the chickenfeed； and while old Yorky set it out for me I went around back and sat down on the old grindstone that used to be there and just bawled。〃
Jud shook his head slowly and gently； still smiling a little。
〃And along es 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 didn'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。〃
〃And then decided the ground had gone sour；〃 Louis muttered。
〃So here's Stanny B。； e out in back of the livery to get his jug； I guess；〃 Jud said； 〃already half…crocked； he was。 His grandfather was worth maybe a million dollars when he died…or so people said…and Stanny B。 was nothing but the local ragman。 He asked me what was wrong； and I told him。 He saw I'd been bawling； and he told me there was a way it could be fixed up； if I was brave and sure I wanted it fixed up。
〃I said I'd give anything to have Spot well again； and I asked him if he knew a vet that could do it。 'Don't know no vet； me；' Stanny said； 'but I know how to fix your dog； boy。 You go home now and tell your dad to put that dog in a grain sack； but you ain't gonna bury him； no！ You gonna drag him up to the Pet Sematary and you gonna put him in the shade by that big deadfall。 Then you gonna e back and say it's done。'
〃I asked him what good that would do； and Stanny told me to stay awake that night and e out when he threw a stone against my window。 'And it be midnight； boy； so if you forget Stanny B。 and go to sleep； Stanny B。 gonna forget you； and it's goodbye dog； let him go straight to Hell！〃
Jud looked at Louis and lit another cigarette。
〃It went just the way Stanny set it up。 When I got back； my dad said he'd put a bullet in Spot's head to spare him any more suffering。 I didn't even have to say anything about the Pet Sematary； my dad asked me if I didn't think Spot would want me to bury him up there； and I said I guessed he would。 So off I went； dragging my dog in a grain sack。 My dad asked me if I wanted help； and I said no because I remembered what Stanny B。 said。
〃I laid awake that night…forever； seemed like。 You know how time is for kids。 It would seem to me I must have stayed awake right around until morning； and then the clock would only chime ten or eleven。 A couple of times I almost nodded off； but each time I snapped wide awake again。 It was almost as if someone had shaken me and said； 'Wake up； Jud！ Wake up！' Like something wanted to make sure I stayed