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- THE TOMMYKNOCKERS BY STEPHEN KING
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- BOOK 1
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- THE SHIP IN THE EARTH
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- Well we picked up Harry Truman, floating down from
- Independence,
- We said, "What about the war?"
- He said "Good riddance!"
- We said, "What about the bomb? Are you sorry that you
- did it?"
- He said, "Pass me the bottle and mind your own bidness."
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- "Downstream"
- The Rainmakers"
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- ONE
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- ANDSERSON STUMBLES
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- 1
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- For want of a nail the kingdom was lost - that's how the
- catechism goes when you boil it down. In the end you can
- boil everything down to something similar - or so Roberta
- Anderson thought much later on. It's either all an
- accident... or all fate. Anderson literally stumbled over
- her destiny in the small town of Haven, Maine, on June 21st,
- 1988. That stumble was the root of the matter; all the rest
- was nothing but history.
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- Anderson was out that afternoon with Peter, an aging beagle
- who was now blind in one eye. Peter had been given to her
- by Jim Gardener in 1976. Anderson had left college the year
- before with her degree only two months away to move onto her
- uncle's place in Haven. She hadn't realized how lonely
- she'd been until Gard brought the dog. He'd been a pup
- then, and Anderson sometimes found it difficult to believe
- he was now old - eighty-four in dog's years. It was a way
- of measuring her own age. 1976 had receded. Yes indeed.
- When you were twenty-five, you could still indulge in the
- luxury of believing that, in your case, at least, growing up
- was a clerical error which would eventually be rectified.
- When you woke up one day and discovered your dog was
- eighty-four and you yourself were thirty-seven, that was a
- view that had to re-examined. Yes indeed.
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- Anderson was looking for a place to cut some wood. She'd
- a cord and a half laid by, but wanted at least another three
- to take her through winter. She had cut a lot since those
- early days when Peter had been a pup sharpening his teeth on
- an old slipper (and wetting all too often on the dining-room
- rug), but the place was still not short. The property
- (still, after thieteen years, referred to by townspeople as
- Frank Garrick's farm) had only a hundred and eighty feet on
- Route 9, but the rock walls marking the north and south
- boundaries marched off at diverging angles. Another rock
- wall - this one so old it had degenerated into isolated rock
- middens furred with moss - marked the property's rear
- boundary about three miles into an unruly forest of first
- and second-growth trees. The total acreage of this
- pie-shaped wedge was huge. Beyond the wall at the eastern
- edge of Bobbi Anderson's land were miles of wilderness owned
- by the New England Paper Company. Burming Woods on the map.
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- In truth, Anderson didn't really need to hunt a place to
- do her cutting. The land her mother's brother had left her
- was valuable because most of the trees on it were good
- hardwood relatively untouched by the gypsy-moth infestation.
- But this day was lovely and warm after a rainy spring, the
- garden was in the ground (where most of it would rot, thanks
- to the rains), and it wasn't yet time to start the new book.
- So she had covered the typewriter and here she was with
- faithful old one-eyed Peter, rambling.
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- There was an old logging road behind the farm, and she
- followed this almost a mile before striking off to the left.
- She was wearing a pack (a sandwich and a book in it for her,
- dog biscuits for Peter, and lots of orange ribbon to tie
- around the trunks of trees she would want to cut as
- September's heat ebbed toward October) and a canteen. She
- had a Silva compass in her pocket. She had gotten lost on
- the property only once, and once was enough to last her
- forever. She had spent a terrible night in the woods,
- simultaneously unable to believe she had actually gotten
- lost on property she for Christ's sake owned and sure would
- die out here - a possibility in those days, because only Jim
- would know she was missing, and Jim only came when you
- weren't expecting him. In the morning, Peter had led her to
- a stream, and the stream had led her back to Route 9, where
- it burbled cheerfully through a culvert under the tar only
- two miles from home. Nowadays she probably had enough woods
- savvy to find her way back to the road or to one of the rock
- walls bounding her land, but the key word was prpbably. So
- she carried a compass.
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- She found a good stand of maple around three o'clock.
- In fact, she had found several othergood stands of wood, but
- this one was close to the path she knew, a path wide enough
- to accommodate the Tomcat. Come September 20th or so - if
- someone didn't blow the world up in the meantime - she would
- hook her sledge up to the Tomcat, drive in here, and do some
- cutting. Besides, she had walked enough for one day.
- "Look good, Pete?"
- Pete barked feebly, and Anderson looked at the beagle
- with a sadness so deep it surprised and quieted her.
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