（外文电子版资料）Bisson, Terry - There Are No Dead.pdfVIP

THERE ARE NO DEAD 1 THERE ARE NO DEAD By Terry Bisson Get any book for free on: www.A Get any book for free on: www.A THERE ARE NO DEAD 2 All repeat after me, Pig Gnat said. Oh Secret and Awesome Lost Wilderness Shrine. Oh Secret and Awesome Lost Wilderness Shrine. The Key to Oz and Always be Thine. The Key to Oz and Always be Thine. Bee-Men. Now cover it up with that rock. Rock?! First the rock and then some leaves. Well never find it again! When we need to, we will. I made a map. See? But hurry. I think its late. It was late. While Nation arranged the rocks and leaves, and Pig Gnat carefully folded the map, Billy Joe scrambled to the top of the culvert. Across the corn stubble, in the subdivision on the other side of the highway, a few early lights gleamed. Among them, Mrs. Pignatellis. I see a light, said Billy Joe. Doesnt that mean your mothers home? Maybe we should cut across the field. You know better than that, Pig Gnat said. He who comes by the trail must leave by the trail. Billy Joe and Nation both grumbled, but agreed. They were at the fabled head of the Tibetan Nile. The trail followed the muddy stream away from the highway and the houses on the other side, down the culvert, along the steep side of what became (if you squinted; and they squinted) a thousand-foot-deep gorge. Where the gorge was narrowed by a junked car (a Ford), the trail crossed the Nile on a perilous high bridge of side-by- side 2X4s. It then left the stream (which only ran after a rain) and crossed the broomsage- covered Gobi-Serengeti toward the distant treeline. Billy Joe led the way. Pig Gnat, who had moved to Middletown from Columbus only a year ago, was in the middle. Nation, who owned and therefore carried the gun (a Daisy pump), brought up the rea