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Scott "Scix" Maddix: Life, Works, Love
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S long as the memory of Man, and longer, the great wild woods of the North have stood, dangerous, mysterious. As long as the memory of Man, and longer, the Woofaboomus has stood in the dark among the trees.
The Woofaboomus is a wild and dark creature of the Northern Woods, perhaps a personification of the wild. Neither evil not benevolent, the Woofaboomus is as impersonal and dangerous as nature itself.
It is the voice of the Woofaboomus that calls killing storms out of the mountains, cracking the trunks of mighty pines with sudden cold. It is the voice of the Woofaboomus that calls raw-boned wolves into the encampments of trappers and lumberjacks to feed or be killed.
And it is the voice of the Woofaboomus that first greets the newborn faun, lures the lost child, and calls new leaves to bud.
As the Wild wood is tamed, the Woofaboomus must wander the world in search of other wilds to serve.
It was long the tradition in the north woods of Maine for the loggers and woodsmen to tell tales around a fire on nights when cold, hunger or fear kept sleep at bay. Tales of immigrant childhoods, poorly-understood Abenakilegends, morality plays of the wilderness: The Gainesville Witch, the Gorby Bird — and the Woofaboomus. They were new and terrifying once — and they still are, where Men live near the Wild.
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