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Drawn to Darkness
Drawn to Darkness
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Drawn to Darkness is fiction, drawn however from experiences as a child growing up in the 50's and living in the mountains. The cave along the Piney River is real and I explored it as I played there alone. The cave in the book is totally fictitious, but so much like the many caves found in the mountains of Tennessee. This book is about exploration and adventure, about young people having fun and getting to know each other.
I have always heard that true stories are stranger than fiction. The fiction in this book is biased on parts of true stories put together for Matthew, the main character and his friends, John, Clair, and Joann. Teenagers in a small Tennessee mountain town, growing up in an age of uncertainty and threat of nuclear war. But free to explore the world around them.

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Release dateAug 25, 2016
ISBN9781370737178
Drawn to Darkness
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Hubert Crowell

Hubert Crowell currently writes, explores caves, plays the fiddle and works three days a week. He has in the past panned for gold, served in the army, repaired TV's, microfilm equipment, video projectors, and other electronic devices. He has taught classes at Vocational School, Eastman Kodak and Church. He has worked at Lockheed, Kodak, BARCO, and RCA to mention only a few. Studied at Southeastern University, Kennesaw University, and Chattahoochee Technical College. Hubert's articles, poems, and music can be found at http://hucosystems.com/hubertcrowell/hubertcrowell.html

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    Drawn to Darkness - Hubert Crowell

    Drawn to Darkness

    Volume 1 of the Drawn to Darkness series

    Cover and internal photographs by Hubert C. Crowell

    Copyright © 2011, 2016 Hubert Clark Crowell

    All rights reserved.

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    Table of Contents

    Acknowledgements

    Introduction

    Chapter One

    Chapter Two

    Chapter Three

    Chapter Four

    Chapter Five

    Chapter Six

    Chapter Seven

    Chapter Eight

    Chapter Nine

    Chapter Ten

    Chapter Eleven

    Chapter Twelve

    About Hubert Crowell

    Other books by Hubert Crowell

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    Acknowledgements

    Holes in hills are common in Tennessee with steam rising at times. I would like to thank all the land owners who allow us to explore the holes and caves of this wonderful state.

    Some of the discoveries may sound familiar to Tennessee explorers as they are partially true. Only those who are seasoned cavers may be able to separate the facts from fiction.

    I would like to thank Jim Strange, an old friend for sharing with me about his archeology diggings and his connection with the University of Tennessee.

    Collect memories for your future

    You are only young once

    For as you grow older,

    Look, they have kept you young.

    By Bonnie C. Philpott, who also shared her cave with me.

    Introduction

    The small hole was waiting, inviting anything or anyone to enter, lacking the glamor of other caves in the area, with big entrances decorated with formations, this hole only offered peace and quiet for whoever ventured to enter. This small hole slowly drew Matthew and his friends closer, curious about what was inside, beyond the darkness, with cool air gently moving the weeds near its opening, to explore the secrets hidden within the mountain.

    Matthew, Clair, John and Joann had grown close in the small Tennessee town, playing along the mountain and the river that flowed into the nearby lake. When they found a small rock with a pictograph of an Indian carrying something strange they set off on a quest to solve the mystery of what may be hidden in a cave along the Piney River.

    Ed, a hermit who lived on the mountain had found some Indian relics and believing for years they had hidden gold somewhere in the area, spent his life searching for it. He became suspicious of the kids playing nearby and was afraid they would find it first.

    Chapter One

    TEMPTATION ALONG THE RIVER BANK

    Matthew was only thirteen when he first spotted the small hole along the river bank. Could it be a den or maybe a cave? The small Tennessee town had little to offer a young boy, except for the river and hills. The other boys were much older and had girls on their mind so; Matthew often played alone exploring the river behind his home.

    His mom warned Matthew about snakes and swimming in the river alone, but not about holes. He enjoyed Skipping flat rocks across the water, getting down low with one finger on the edge. Spinning the rocks to get three or more skips. Then he would toss one toward that hole up on the bank to see if anything would come out.

    Summer was almost over and school would soon start again, maybe he would find a friend or two. Two squirrels playing on a limb in a big oak tree held his attention for more than an hour until the light began to fade and he knew it was time for supper.

    Climbing up the hill from the river bank using the vines hanging from the trees as ropes to assist, Matthew had to get one last look at the town from the bluff before going home for the day. From this large limestone outcrop he could see for miles down the valley. Sometimes the smoke from a freight train could be seen in the distance. The small town consisted of a church, hardware store, grocery store, Sue’s restaurant and an ESSO gas station. The school and courthouse was in the next town about eight miles up the road. A few houses, along with the businesses, lined the highway and railroad tracks that ran through the town of Lippersville, Tennessee.

    Matthew’s dad worked in a coal mine above the town on the side of the mountain. On weekends they would go hunting or fishing. His father had given him a 410 shotgun on his tenth birthday and he loved the chance to go hunting and shoot. The sun was setting to the west and he knew that supper was waiting on the table. As usual, he would be in trouble for being late.

    His mom would always ask, what did you do today? and he would always reply, not much. But then he thought about that hole and wondered what could be inside. His dad had finished his shower and was reading the paper, waiting on Matthew to come to the table. There were mashed potatoes, green beans, and bright yellow corn on the cob. They also had fried squirrel that his dad shot on the way down the mountain and an apple pie cooling in the window. Matthew was real hungry after climbing the hill and running down the other side across the pasture to the house.

    Matthew’s dad offered to let him work at the mine during the summer break to earn a little spending money. Helping out at the mine meant getting up early, so after the apple pie and watching Gene Autry, it was off to bed.

    Next morning, before daylight, Matthew and his father climbed into the 53 Chevy pickup and headed up the mountain toward the mine. You would never know what you would see along the road that early in the morning, and this morning was no exception. The truck came to a sudden stop, and with the motor still running, Matthew’s dad jumped out and took off through the woods! After about ten minutes he returned and said, Matthew, did you see that bob cat? I sure wanted to get a closer look at him.

    The rest of the trip to the mine was uneventful. Matthew had several jobs around the outside of the mine, like filling dummy bags with dirt for blasting the coal. The paper bags were about a foot long and the size of a stick of dynamite. They were tamped in behind the dynamite to help contain the blast. After filling a few

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