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file:///E|/Funny%20&%20Weird%20Shit/75%20-%20Stephen%20King%20Books/Stephen%20King%20-%20Pet%20Sematary.htmyounger. 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 andseemed only to be following his cigarette smoke up and up, like a kid watching a barber pole to seewhere the stripes go.“Stanny B.,” Louis prompted gently.Jud blinked and seemed to come back to himself. “Oh, ayuh,”he said. “Everyone in Ludlow—round Bucksport and Prospect and Orrington too, I guess—just calledhim Stanny B. That year my dog Spot died—1910 I mean, the first time he died—Stanny was already anold man and more than a little crazy. There was others around these parts that knew the Micmac buryingground was there, but it was Stanny B. I heard it from, and he knew about it from his father and hisfather 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 stablethat used to stand on Route 15—except it was just the Bangor—Bucksport Road back then—right aboutwhere the Orinco plant is now. Spot wasn’t dead but he was going, and my dad sent me away to checkon some chickenfeed, which old Yorky sold back then. We didn’t need chickenfeed any more than acow 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 thechickenfeed, and while old Yorky set it out for me I went around back and sat down on the oldgrindstone that used to be there and just bawled.”Jud shook his head slowly and gently, still smiling a little.“And along comes old Stanny B.,” he said. “Half the people in town thought he was soft, and the otherhalf 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 southas Skowhegan to buy pelts, or so I’ve heard. He drove a big wagon covered with rawhide strips likesomething out of a medicine show. He had crosses all over it, for he was a proper Christian and wouldpreach on the Resurrection when he was drunk enough— this is what Stanny said, he loved to talk abouthis grandda—but he had pagan Indian signs all over it as well because he believed that all Indians, nomatter what the tribe, belonged to one big tribe—that lost one of Israel the Bible talks about. He said hebelieved all Indians were hellbound, but that their magic worked because they were Christians all thesame, in some queer, damned way.file:///E|/Funny%20&%20Weird%20Shit/75%20-%20St...20Books/Stephen%20King%20-%20Pet%20Sematary.htm (121 of 333)7/28/2005 9:21:49 PM