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of Maine, Mrs. Vern.

Kelso! I got a car for ya,

like your office wanted.

- Somebody to drive it so you can

ride up to the lake with me. - Fine.

That a--

That a rogeri?

Montangna.

You know cellos.

Well, I know wood.

That's got a balsam back and a spruce belly

and a maple bridge.

There's three different kinds of trees in there.

Very impressive.

I can't carry a tune in a bucket, though.

Hollis!

Excuse me. Here you go. Biggest

fiddle you ever saw.

- Yes, sir.

- What's that dog doing up in the air?

That's what's left of our

search and rescue team.

- Secure that well!

- Beg your pardon? I don't quite understand.

Couple of men got lost

up in the mountains.

Men from our company,

as a matter of fact.

Lumberjacks. I sent up a search team

from Androscoggin to go lookin' for 'em.

Couple of days later, one of the search dogs

shows up at a ranger station.

No sign of the people

who brought her in there.

What do you suppose

happened to them?

Well, I guess

they got lost too.

Rescue team?

Is that possible?

Look. I'll be

truthful with you.

- This particular forest isn't safe right now.

- Why's that?

Excuse me, Rob. We'd like

to tie your bag.

That's okay.

Well, the Indians, they're angry in there.

They're trying to keep the lumber company out

any way they can.

People start disappearing,

and the Indians spread the word...

That they were

taken by Katahdin.

That's one of their legends.

They call it Katahdin.

It's sort of a bigfoot, I guess,

only it's uglier.

Yeah, it's larger than a drago

and got the eyes of a cat.

Yeah, they've thrown in

everything but the kitchen sink.

Oh, uh, yes, my wife put together

a box of groceries for you.

Thank you. I saw that. I guess you're gonna have

everything you're gonna need.

- You follow me in there, Kelso.

- Right, sir.

You see, the idea of this legend is

to frighten the lumberjacks out.

They're almost as superstitious

as the opies.

- Opies?

- O.P. O.P.'S. Original people.

Yeah, that's what

they call themselves now.

The Ashinabegs,

Passamaquoddy,

Wampanoags

and the Yuroks,

They all joined together,

called themselves the opies.

Mr. Vern. What about those people,

the ones who disappeared?

Well, I'll tell ya

something.

If you'd asked me, Iwouldn't have sent

a search team in there.

- I'd have sent a posse.

- Why is that? You think the indians did it?

No doubt in my mind.

There's a general store

and post office...

And laundromat,

Mrs. Vern.

Keep your money

in that bank there, if you wanna.

You know, all that stuff

about the paper companies ruining the forests,

That's pure myth.

We've been running a pulp operation on the upper espee

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