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John Varley
Mammoth
This book is dedicated to John and Doris Varley.
My father, John E. Varley, died on January 13, 2005, at the age of 79, in Big Spring, Texas.
He was a very good man who led a good life and raised two good daughters, and me. He hated the Notre Dame Fighting Irish, the New York Yankees, and the Texas A&M Aggies, and loved most other Texas teams. He lived to see the Red Sox humiliate the Yankees, and a lot of people didn't.
FROM "LITTLE FUZZY, A CHILD OF THE ICE AGE"
Once upon a time in what would one day come to be known as the month of August, many, many years ago, in a place that would one day be known as Manitoba, a herd of mammoths came over the low hills to the south and into a gentle green valley rich with the scent of water.
There were twenty or twenty-five mammoths in the herd. Maybe thirty. No one is sure. What we do know is that the herd was made up of females of all ages and males younger than fifteen years old.<...
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