gs.earthabides-第5章
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ts accustomed splendor…no brighter； no dimmer。
He awoke in the full light。 Flexing his hand； he found that the pain of the snake…bite had shrunk back to local soreness。 His head felt clear too； and he realized that the other illness； if it had been another illness and not an effect of the snake…bite； had also grown better。 Then suddenly he started； and was aware of something which he had not considered before。 The obvious explanation was that he had actually had this new disease； and that it had batted with the snake…venom in his blood； the one neutralizing the other。 That at least offered the simplest explanation of why he was still alive。
As he lay there quietly on the davenport； he was very calm。 The isolated bits of the puzzle were now beginning to fit into their places。 The men who fled in panic at seeing someone lying sick in the cabin…they had merely been some poor fugitives； afraid that the pestilence had already preceded them。 The car that had gone up the road in the darkness had carried other fugitives； possibly even the Johnsons。 The excited collie had been trying to tell him that strange things had happened at the power…house。
But as he lay there； he was not greatly perturbed even at the thought that he might be the only person left in the world。 Possibly that was because he had not seen many people for some time； so that the shock of the new realization could not e to him as strongly as to one who had seen his fellow…creatures dying on all sides。 At the same time he could not really believe； and he had no reason to believe； that he alone was left upon the earth。 The last report in the paper indicated that the population had merely shrunk by perhaps a third。 The evacuation of a small town like Hutsonville showed merely that the population had scattered or withdrawn to some other center。 Before he shed any tears over the destruction of civilization and the death of man； he should discover whether civilization was destroyed and whether man was dead。 Obviously the first call was for him to return to the house where his parents had lived…or； he hoped； might still be living。 Having thus laid out for himself a definite plan for the day； he felt the quiet satisfaction which always came to him when confusion of mind yielded even to temporary certainty。
Getting up； he searched both radio bands again； and again without result。
He went into the kitchen； throwing open the door of the refrigerator； he found that it was still working。 On the shelves was a fair assortment of food； though not as much as might have been expected。 Apparently supplies had failed a little before the house had been abandoned； and the larder was paratively scant。 Nevertheless there were half a dozen eggs； most of a pound of butter； and some bacon； along with several heads of lettuce； a little celery； and a few odds and ends。 Looking into a cupboard； he found a can of grapefruit…juice； in a bread…drawer there was a loaf of bread； dry but not impossible。 He estimated that it might have been there for five days； and so he had a better idea than before of the time at which the town might have been abandon With such materials at hand he was enough of a camper to have built a fire outdoors and contrived an excellent meal； but he snapped the switches of the electric stove and felt the heat begin to radiate。 He cooked himself a hearty breakfast； managing even to make the bread into acceptable toast。 As always when he came out of the mountains； he was hungry for fresh green stuff； and so to his conventional breakfast of bacon； eggs and coffee； he added a generous head…lettuce salad。
Returning to the davenport； he helped himself from a red lacquer box on the near…by table； and smoked an after…breakfast cigarette。 As yet； he reflected； the maintenance of life offered no problem。
The cigarette was not even yet badly dried out。 With a good breakfast and a good cigarette； he did not feel himself worrying。 Actually he had put worry in abeyance； and had decided that he would not indulge in it until he had really found out just how much need there was。
When he had finished the cigarette； he reflected that there was really no need even to wash the dishes； but since he was naturally careful； he went to the kitchen and made sure that he had left the refrigerator closed and had turned off the burners on the stove。 Then he picked up the hammer； which had already proved so useful； and went out by the shattered front door。 He got into his car； and started for home。
A half mile beyond the town； he caught sight of the cemetery。 He realized that he had not thought of it on the preceding day。 Without getting out of the car； he noticed a long row of new individual graves； and also a bull…dozer near a large heap of earth。 Probably； he decided； there had not really been many people left to abandon Hutsonville at the end。
Beyond the cemetery the road sloped down through flattening terrain。 At all the emptiness； depression settled down on him again； he longed even for a single clattering truck suddenly to e across the rise ahead； but there was no truck。
Some steers stood in a field and some horses with them。 They switched their tails at the flies； as they might on any hot summer morning。 Above them the spokes of the windmill re； volved slowly in the breeze； and below the watering…trough there was a little patch of green and trampled muddy ground； as there always was…and that was all。
Yet this road below Hutsonville never carried much traffic； and on any morning he might have driven several miles without seeing anyone。 It was different when he came to the highway。 The lights were still burning at the junction； and automatically he pulled to a stop because they were red。
But where trucks and buses and cars should have been streaming by； crowding the four lanes； there was only emptiness。 After he had paused just a moment at the red lights； he drove on through them； even though feeling a slight sense of wrongdoing as he did so。
Beyond that； on the highway with all the four lanes to himself； everything was more ghost…like than before。 He seemed to drive half in a daze； and only now and then some special scene brought him out； and fixed itself in his consciousness。。。。
Something was loping along the inner lane ahead of him。 He drew up on it fast from behind。 A dog？ No； he saw the sharp ears and the light lean legs； gray shading into yellow。 That was no farm dog。 It was a coyote； calmly loping along the highway in broad daylight。 Strange how soon it had known that the world had changed； and that it could take new freedoms！ He drew up close and honked his horn； and the beast quickened its pace a little and swung over into the other lane and off across the fields； seemingly not much alarmed。。。。
The two cars lay sprawled at crazy angles blocking both lanes。 It had been a bad accident。 He pulled out onto the shoulder and stopped。 A man's body lay crushed beneath one car。 He got out to look。 There was no other body although the pavement was spotted with blood。 Even if he had seen any particular reason to try； he could not have raised the car from the man's body to give it burial。 He drove on。。。。
His mind did not even bother to register the name of the town where he stopped for gasoline； though it was a large one。 The electricity was still working； he took down the nozzle from the gas…pump at a large station and filled the tank。 Since his car had been so long in the mountains； he checked the radiator and battery； and put in a quart of oil。 He saw that one tire needed more air and as he pressed the air…hose against the valve； he heard the motor suddenly start to build up the pressure again in the tank。 Yes； man had gone； but so recently that all his well…contrived automatic processes were still carrying on without his care。。。。
At the main street of some other town he stopped； and blew a long blast on the horn。 He had no real expectation that he would have any reply； but there was something about the look of this street which seemed more normal than those of other towns。 Many cars were parked at the meters where each one showed the red flag of a violation。 It might have been some Sunday morning with man
