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ll to the ground。 If a power…house failed； just as quickly the other power…houses in the system stretching across hundreds of miles took up the stack； and sent out more power to fulfill the need。
Yet in any system； as in a chain or a road； there is always a weakest link。 （That is the fatal flaw of all systems。） The water would continue to flow； the great generators could spin upon their oil…bathed bearings for years。 But the flaw lay in the governors which controlled the generators。 No one had ever bothered to make them wholly automatic。 Once every ten days they were inspected for oil； once a month； perhaps； there was need to add oil to them。 After two months without care the oil supplies grew low； and one by one； as the weeks passed； the governors began to go out of action。 When one failed； automatically the great water…nozzle changed angle and the water flowed through without touching the wheel。 Then the generator ceased revolving； and sent out no more power。 As generator after generator was thus cut out of the system； the strain upon the few remaining ones became greater and greater and the decline of the system became cumulative。
When he awoke； he noticed that the lights had faded still more。 The filaments in the electric lamps were only an orange…red now。 He could look at them without hurting his eyes。 Now； although he had not turned off any of the lamps； the room was in half…darkness。
〃The lights are going out！ The lights are going out！〃 How often； in how many centuries had those words been saidsometimes in matter…offact tones； sometimes in panic…now literally； now as symbol？ How much light had meant in all the； story of Man！ Light of the world！ Light of life！ Light of knowledge！
A deep shiver shook him； but he stilled his panic。 After all； he thought； the great system of Power…and…Light had held up for an amazingly long time； all its automatic processes functioning though the men were gone。 He thought clear back to that first day when he had e down out of the mountains not yet even knowing what had happened。 Then he had passed the power…house； and felt the reassurance that everything must be normal because he saw the water pouring out from the tailraces and heard the dim continuous hum of the generators。 He felt again a curious touch of local pride in thinking of it。 Perhaps no system had lasted so long。 These ntight well be the last electric lights to be left burning in the world； and when they faded； the lights would be out for a long； long time。
No longer sleepy； he sat there； feeling that he should not go to sleep； wishing at least that the end would e quickly and with dignity and not be dragged out too long。 Again； he felt the light fading； and he thought； 'This is the end！〃 But still it lingered； the filaments now only a cherry…red。
And then again they faded。 As a sled on a hillside； slowly first； then gaining momentum。 Just for a moment； he thought （or imagined）； they flared more brightly…and then they were gone。
Princess stirred in her sleep； then suddenly barked the halfbark of a dream。 Was it a death knell？
He went outside。 〃Perhaps；〃 he thought； 〃that was just the failure of some local line。〃 But he was really sure that it had not been。 He peered through the darkness； all the thicker for the smoke that was heavy in the air； changing the moon into an orange ball。 He could see no light…not along the streets； nor anywhere on the bridge。 This； then； was the end。 〃Let there be no light； and there was no light！〃
〃No use being melodramatic〃 he thought。 Going inside； he stumbled around until he had found the drawer where his mother kept candles。 Putting one into a candlestick； he sat again by its feeble but steady and continuing light。 Nevertheless he continued to feel a little shaken。
Chapter 6
The fading out of the lights had a strangely severe effect upon Ish。 Even in the full daylight； he seemed to feel those shadows creeping in from the edges toward him。 The Dark Ages were closing in。
He found himself hoarding matches and flashlights and candles； piling them up in spite of himself； as a psychological protection。
Yet actually； in a little while； he discovered that the absence of electric light was not really as important to him as the absence of electric power； particularly of refrigeration。 The ice…box was dead now； and his food spoiled。 In the deepfi…eeze units the fresh meat； and butter； and heads of lettuce soon relapsed into mere smelling masses of corruption。
Now came the change of the season。 He was pletely lost as to the passage of the weeks and months； but with the geographer Is eye he could still tell something about the time of year from the look of things。 Now he guessed it must be October； and the first rain came to confirm him； from the way it settled down； it seemed likely to last longer than one expected of the first storm。
He stayed at home； managing to amuse himself fairly well。 He played his accordion。 He browsed through several books …ones he had always meant to read and now was undoubtedly going to have time to do so。 Now and then he looked out at the fine drifting rain and the clouds low over the tops of the houses。
The next day he went out to see what was happening； still thinking of the drama he was prepared to watch。 Not so much had occurred； it seemed at first。 But after a while he began to notice things。 On San Lupo Drive a drain…pipe had plugged with the washing in of all the unswept leaves that lay in the gutter。 After the drain…pipe had plugged； the water had swirled across the street to the downhill side and flooded over the curb。 The stream of water had worked its way across the tangle of tall grass which had been the Harts' lawn； and seeped under the door。 Their floors and rugs must be soaked； and slimy with mud。 Below the house the water had broken out； and run through the rose…garden； leaving a small gully behind it； at last disappearing into the drainage of a storm…sewer on the street below。 It was just a little matter； and yet it showed what must be happening all over the country。
Men had built roads and drains and walls and thousands of other obstructions to the natural flow of water。 These could survive and function only because men were constantly at hand to repair and clean the thousands of little breaks and blockages which showed up at every change of the weather。 Ish himself could have cleaned out that clogged drain in two minutes by merely scraping the leaves back from the grating where they had plugged it。 But he saw no point to stretching out his hand。 There were thousands； millions； of spots where the same thing must be happening。 The roads and the drains and the walls had been constructed only for man's conveWence； and now that man was gone there was no need of them。 The water might just as well follow its natural courses； and cut back through the rose…garden。 Soaked and muddy； the Harts' rugs would begin to rot where they lay。 No matter！ To think of that as something bad was merely to think in terms of what had once been and no longer existed。
As he walked back home； he suddenly came upon a large black billy…goat cahnly eating the hedge which Mr。 Osmer used to clip so carefully。 Ish looked at the billy…goat in amusement and in some curiosity； wondering where he could have e from。 （No one kept goats anywhere near such a respectable sum as San Lupo。） The goat desisted from eating the hedge； and looked at Ish。 Perhaps； thought Ish； the animal was looking also at the man in amusement and some curiosity。 Men now had rarity…value。 Having looked for a few seconds； as if it irtight be equal to equal； the goat again returned to the more profitable business of eating the long shoots which had grown out from the hedge。 Doubtless they were very succulent。
Princess suddenly returned from some expedition of her own； and flew at the strange animal in a frenzy of barking。 The goat put down his horns and made a sudden dash at the dog。 Princess； who seldom had much stomach for a fight； turned quickly with her rabbit…like dodge； and raced back to her man。 The goat resumed eating。
A few minutes later Ish saw the goat walking calmly along the sidewalk； as if he owned it and all of San Lupo Drive。
〃Well； why not？〃 thought Ish。 〃Perhaps he does。 This is certainly a New Deal。〃
During this time； when the ram kept lurn mostly indoors； his thoughts turned a little toward religion； as they had when he walked through the Cathedral。 This time he found a large annotated Bible on his father's bookshelves； and tried browsing here and there in it。
The Gospels seemed strangely unsatisfying； probably because they dealt mostly with the problems of a man involved in the social group。 〃Render unto Caesar。。。〃 was a strangely unprofitable text when there was no more Caesar； and not even a Collector of Internal Revenue。
〃Sell whatever thou hast； and give to the poor。。。 As ye would that men should do unto you 。。。 Love thy neighbor as thyself〃…all these presupposed a functioning society of many people。 As the world now was； a Pharisee or Sadducee might perhaps still follow the set rites of formalized religion； but the very humanity of the teachings of Jesus rendered them ob