UKAT was created between June 2003 and August 2004 from subject terms contributed by individual archives, projects and users, as part of a project funded by the Heritage Lottery Fund (HLF), with additional funding, management and support from the The National Archives and University of London Computer Centre (ULCC). To promote involvement in archives by under-represented archive user groups by providing subject terms which reflect their histories and experiences.To ensure that archives' users see relevant and consistent subject searches.To improve access to archives by subject.JFK was up to his knees in snow.UKAT is a subject thesaurus and controlled vocabulary that UK archives can use when indexing their collections and catalogues. A tattered and mouse-eaten American flag hung disintegrating on a pole nearby. He was staring forever at the three astronauts in spacesuits that had returned from the moon and were coming in to receive his accolades. The snow flurries drifted in on the figure of John F. Light spilled in from above through a hole in the ceiling. They didn't like the President's museum much, it seemed.ĭanik took the lead, and they passed a lifelike statue of Teddy Roosevelt riding a horse in the Battle of Bull Run, and then a replica of President Bush signing the Martial Law decree in the Oval Office. The dogs were howling and yapping, apparently happy to be on the trail again. But there was no letup in the cold temperatures, or in the golfball-sized hailstones pounding the hunched-down travelers. Soon they were approaching the old border of Colorado into Arizona. Taking the bearing to the southeast that Dutil's notes indicated, they moved their sleds along at a good thirty miles per hour through icy weather conditions. And there are some notes describing the places they stopped." "Run Dutil took bearings and direction readings with a sextant. "Direction readings," Rock yelled exhultantly. "We can try to reach Eden now"Įagerly he played the light across its contents. "It wasn't like that when I was here two weeks ago," Danik gasped. The rubles bought the trapper families some precious supplies like salt in the small free markets in the shadows of the great Soviet forts further east. Hides and furs were exchanged for rubles. The Soviets usually ignored these primitive American communities, which served their purposes because their commanding officers did a brisk trade with the mountainmen who did fur trapping. Moosehead Township was a set of ten or twelve wooden shacks and a tanning shed for hides. It was the area around a small hunter-trapper community called Moosehead. They came upon an area 235 miles south of Colorado Springs Plain that Rockson himself had crossed years earlier. Rockson fumbled through the dead man's clothing until he found the small steno pad with pencil notes inside an inner pocket of his frost-covered tunic. And so they had desisted from tasting this real human. Perhaps the animals had tried to taste the plastic statues over the centuries and found them unpalatable. The body appeared to be untouched the cold had kept it from rotting. The body was there, stiff and frozen, its eyes wide and mouth gaping, the lips blue. Rockson shone the beam of his light over in the direction Danik indicated. Nothing lasts forever, not even the Hall of Presidents. "No," Rock replied, "The weight of the snow finally got to the roof. If you can see to do it, please welcome him into your arms. Heavenly Father, we send you our friend Run Dutil, a good and true American. As McCaughlin rolled up good-sized rocks to the body and then hefted a capstone in place, Rockson said, "Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. There was a pack rat sticking its nose out of the decayed fabric.ĭanik agreed, Run Dutil was solemnly carried outside, still in his frozen, stiff sitting position. "His top hat don't look too good." Rona said. McCaughlin shouted, "Watch out -" and drew his shotpistol, before he realized the face was familiar. Rockson gasped as his beam hit a human face. It was dark inside, they lit a flashlight. Rockson and his Freefighters pulled up their sleds in front of the blackened crumbling structure and gingerly stepped into the ruin. The bearing was vague, as Dutil had measured direction with a sextant that was little more than a toy. Rockson needed every bit of his famed "mutant's luck" if they were to reach the obscure site. It would be useful, for if the navigation device had some error in it, they could take that into account in plotting their trek south. "Do you think someone's been here?" McCaughlin said.ĭetroit rummaged around and found the toy sextant Run Dutil had used for compiling his meager notes in JFK's plastic hands.
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