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mother had taught him that if he didn’t have anything nice to say, he shouldn’t say anything at all, so he bit his lip to keep from telling the other boy just how stupid the question was.
    “No,” Daniel said finally, “I think these stones are here to keep us from finding what the block and tackle was really used for, the thing that’s buried further down.”
    “What do you think it is?” Anthony said.
    “It’s got to be treasure!”
    No one disagreed with this claim.
    “Help me move ‘em,” Daniel said.
    Two of the boys pulled dirt away from the side of the hole so their fingers had room to sneak under the stone.
    “Are we splitting it evenly?” Anthony asked, referring to the treasure they were going to find when they removed the flagstone.
    “Of course.”
    With enough room to not only get their hands underneath the stone, but enough to drag one of the chunks an inch away from the others, the four boys all slid their hands under the first piece.
    “Ready? One, two, three!”
    All of the boys lifted at the same time, raising the flagstone up to their hips and setting it down outside the hole they were digging.
    Beneath them, where the smooth stone had been, was something none of the boys had been expecting. Their young minds had imagined riches beyond comprehension. Chests of gold. Cups filled with precious stones. What they saw, though, was nothing but more dirt.
    “Dang it,” John yelled.
    “Don’t let your pa hear you talk like that,” Anthony said.
    Samuel kicked at the dirt under his feet. “What now?”
    “Keep digging,” Daniel said. And while the other three boys began moving the rest of the flagstone out of the hole, that was exactly what he continued to do.

5 – Meeting The New Family
     
     
    Year: Unknown
     
    “Hmm,” the time traveler said, raising a hand and smiling as the five natives approached.
    Saying hello or any other English word would be a waste of time—or possibly worse. For all he knew, “hello” was Mi’kmaq for “I’m here to kill you.” He hoped a friendly grunt was universal. The natives ignored his greeting, though, as well as the friendly wave he offered. The five men had raced across the shoreline toward him but, upon getting within thirty feet of their visitor, they slowed to a walk, unsure of what to do next. Each man carried a weapon but none of them pointed one at him. They didn’t speak, even amongst themselves, nor did they take their eyes off him. Step by step, the five men approached slowly, uncertainly, looking at the time traveler as if he really might be a god like the girl had said.
    Even though he wasn’t superstitious, he could understand why these men might think him to be some supernatural being. After all, he had fallen out of the sky with a burst of light. If the natives had seen him come ashore in his stained burlap pants and shirt, they might have thought he him to be a wandering nomad, struggling to survive. But now, almost naked, in open defiance of the harsh weather, he might have unwittingly added to the sense that he was from another world.
    “Hmm,” he said again, smiling, and the unassuming air he put forth seemed to put the men at ease.
    Reassured that his words wouldn’t get him killed, he said hello. First in English, then Russian, and lastly Chinese. None of the languages brought about a reaction, and so he slipped back into basic grunts.
    Instead of replying in grunts of their own, they remained silent, continuing to gaze at him, as if wondering if the person they had mistaken for a deity might actually be a simpleton. In every way, they were different than he had been taught in the Tyranny’s schools. They didn’t have necklaces made of human fingers. Their faces weren’t painted with blood.
    Not only do they not look like savages , the time traveler thought, they all look better off than I do .
    Whereas the time traveler already had a five o’clock shadow, each of the natives had smooth cheeks. The time