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file:///E|/Funny%20&%20Weird%20Shit/75%20-%20Stephen%20King%20Books/Stephen%20King%20-%20Pet%20Sematary.htm“I’ll put him in the Gerrypack.”Rachel laughed. “Okay . . . but it’s your back, mister.”They started off ten minutes later, all of them but Gage wearing boots. Gage was sitting up in theGerrypack and looking at everything over Louis’s shoulder, goggle-eyed. Ellie ranged ahead constantly,chasing butterflies and picking flowers.The grass in the back field was almost waist high, and now there was goldenrod, that late-summer gossipwhich comes to tattle on autumn every year. But there was no autumn in the air today; today the sun wasstill all August, although calendar August was almost two weeks gone. By the time they had reached thetop of the first hill, walking strung out along the mown path, there were big patches of sweat underLouis’s arms.Jud paused. At first Louis thought it might be because the old man was winded—then he saw the viewthat had opened Out behind them.“Pretty up here,” Jud said, putting a piece of timothy grass between his teeth. Louis thought he had justheard the quintessential Yankee understatement.“It’s gorgeous,” Rachel breathed and then turned to Louis, almost accusingly. “How come you didn’ttell me aboutthis?”“Because! didn’t know it was here,” Louis said, and was a little ashamed. They were still on their ownproperty; he had just never found time to climb the hill in back of the house until today.Ellie had been a good way ahead. Now she came back also gazing with frank wonder. Church padded ather heels.The hill was not a high one, but it did not need to be. To the east, heavy woods blocked any view, butlooking this way, west, the land fell away in a golden and dozy late summer dream. Everything was still,hazed, silent. There was not even an Orinco tanker on the highway to break the quiet.It was the river valley they were looking into, of course; the Penobscot, where loggers had once floatedtheir timber from the northeast down to Bangor and Derry. But they were south of Bangor and a bitnorth of Deny here. The river flowed wide and peacefully, as if in its own deep dream. Louis couldmake out Hampden and Winterport on the far side, and over here he fancied he could trace the black,river-paralleling snake of Route 15 nearly all the wayBucksport. They looked over the river, its lush hem of trees, the roads, the fields. The spire of the Northfile:///E|/Funny%20&%20Weird%20Shit/75%20-%20Ste...%20Books/Stephen%20King%20-%20Pet%20Sematary.htm (22 of 333)7/28/2005 9:21:49 PM