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I Can't Rightly Say Where Deciding To Write About The American Revolution Came From; I Had Bits And Pieces Of Information About The War And About The Country At That Time That I'd Collected Over The Years And, Of Course, I'm Comfortable In The Woods, So, Finally, It Just All Feel Into Place.

And The Last Thought He Had That Morning As He Closed His Eyes Was: I Hope The Tornado Hit The Moose.

We Don’t Like To Think Of Ourselves As Prey—it Is A Lessening Thought—but The Truth Is That In Our Arrogance And So-called Knowledge We Forget That We Are Not Unique. We Are Part Of Nature As Much As Other Animals, And Some Animals—sharks, Fever-bearing Mosquitoes, Wolves And Bear, To Name But A Few—perceive Us As A Food Source, A Meat Supply, And Simply Did Not Get The Memo About How Humans Are Superior. It Can Be Shocking, Humbling, Painful, Very Edifying And Sometimes Downright Fatal To Run Into Such An Animal.

She Was Brilliant And Joyous And She Believed- Probably Correctly- That Libraries Contain The Answers To All Things, To Everything, And That If You Can't Find The Information You Seek In The Library, Then Such Information Probably Doesn't Exist In This Or Any Parallel Universe Now Or Ever To Be Known. She Was Thoughtful And Kind And She Always Believed The Best Of Everybody. She Was, Above All Else, A Master Librarian And She Knew Where To Find Any Book On Any Subject In The Shortest Possible Time. And She Was Wonderfully Unhinged.

Patience, He Thought. So Much Of This Was Patience - Waiting, And Thinking And Doing Things Right. So Much Of All This, So Much Of All Living Was Patience And Thinking.