"Christopher Rowe - Another Word for Map is Faith" - читать интересную книгу автора (Rowe Christopher)

admitted that he'd only pulled it out for study because he was still sulking from Sandy's clear signal he
wouldn't be sharing her tent that night.

Sandy had been leading the rest of the students in some prayers and thought exercises when Lucas came
up with his moldering old quarto. тАЬTillage,тАЭ he said, not even bothering to explain himself before he'd
foisted the book off on his nearest fellow. тАЬAll the acreage this side of the ridge line is supposed to be
under tillage."

Sandy narrowed her eyes, more than enough to quiet any of her charges, much less Lucas. тАЬWhat's he
got there, Ford?тАЭ she asked the thin undergraduate who now held the book.

"Hmmmm?тАЭ said the boy; he was one of those who fell instantly and almost irretrievably into any text and
didn't look up. Then, at an elbow from Carmen, he said, тАЬOh! This is...тАЭ He turned the book over in his
hands, angled the spine toward one of the oil lamps and read, тАЬThis is An Agricultural Atlas of Clark
County, Kentucky."

"'County,'тАЭ said Carmen. тАЬOld book, Lucas."

"But it's writ,тАЭ said Lucas. тАЬThere's nothing superseding the details of it and it doesn't contradict anything
else we brought about the error. Hell, it even confirms the error we came to correct.тАЭ Involuntarily, all of
them looked up and over at the apostate ridge.

"But what's this about tillage,тАЭ Sandy said, giving him the opportunity to show off his find even if was
already clear to her what it must be.

"See, these plot surveys in the appendices didn't get accounted for in the literature survey we're working
from. The book's listed as a source, but only as a supplemental confirmation. It's not just the ridge that's
wrong, it's the stuff growing down this side, too. We're supposed to be in grain fields of some kind down
here in the flats, then it's pasturage on up to the summit line."

A minor find, sure, but Sandy would see that Lucas shared authorship on the corollary she'd file with the
university. More importantly, it was an opportunity before the hard work of the days ahead.

"We can't do anything about the hillsides tonight, or any of the acreage beyond the creek,тАЭ she told them.
тАЬBut as for these glades here..."

It was a simple exercise. The fires were easily set.
****
In the morning, Sandy drafted a letter to the Dean of Agriculture while most of her students packed up
the camp. She had detailed a few of them to sketch the corrected valley floor around them, and she'd
include those visual notes with her instructions to the Dean, along with a copy of the writ map from
LucasтАЩ book.

"Read that back to me, Carmen,тАЭ she said, watching as Lucas and Ford argued over yet another volume,
this one slim and bound between paper boards. It was the same back country cartographer's guide she'd
carried on her own first wilderness forays as a grad student. They'd need its detailed instructions on living
out of doors without the Tree Jesus boy to help them.

"'By my hand,'тАЭ read Carmen, тАЬ'I have caused these letters to be writ. Blessings on the Department of
Agriculture and on you, Dean. Blessings on Jesus Sower, the Christ you serve.тАЩтАЭ