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mely well nourished； and even unduly fat。
In 1903 some new disease sprang up。 Because of their crowding and also probably because of the softened condition of the individuals； the rats proved universally susceptible； and soon were dying by thousands。 In spite of great numbers； in spite of an abundant supply of food； in spite of a very rapid breeding rate； the species is extinct。
He came over the rise； and saw Hutsonville a mile away。 Just as he started to slide down the grade； out of the corner of his eye； he caught sight of something which turned him inwardly cold。 Automatically he tramped hard on the brake。 He walked back； scarcely believing that he had really seen it。 Just there at the side of the road； in full view； lay the body of a fully clothed man； ants were crawling over the face。 The body must have lain there a day or two at least。 Why had it not been seen？ He did not look closely or long； obviously the thing to do was to get into Hutsonville； and tell the Coroner as soon as possible。 He hurried back to the car。
Yet as he started again； he had a deep feeling inside him somewhere； strangely； that this was not a case for the Coroner； and that possibly there would even be no Coroner。 He had seen no one at the Johnson's or at the power…house； and he had not met a single car on the road。 The only things that seemed real from all the old life had been the light burning at the power…house and the quiet hum of the great generators at their work。
Then； as he came to the first houses； he suddenly breathed more easily； for there on a vacant lot a hen was quietly scratching in the dust； a half…dozen chicks beside her； and a little farther on； a black…and…white cat wandered across the sidewalk as unconcernedly as it would have done upon any other June day。
The heat of the afternoon lay heavy on the street； and he saw no one。 〃Bad as a Mexican town；〃 he thought； 〃everyone taking a siesta。〃 Then suddenly he realized that he had said it as a man whistles to keep up his courage。 He came to the business center； stopped the car by the curb； and got out。 There was nobody。
He tried the door of a little restaurant。 It was open。 He went in。
〃Hi！〃 he yelled。
Nobody came。 Not even an echo spoke back to reassure him。
The door of the bank was locked； although the hour was well before closing time； and he was sure （the more he thought of it） that the day must be Tuesday or Wednesday or possibly Thursday。 〃What am I anyway？〃 he thought。 〃Rip van Winkle？〃 Even so； Rip van Winkle； though he had slept twenty years； had e back to a village that was still full of people。
The door of the hardware store beyond the bank was open。
He went in； and again he called； and again there was not even an echo ing back for answer。 He looked in at the bakery； this time there was only a tiny noise such as a scuttling mouse could make。
Had the people all gone to a baseball game？ Even so； they would have closed the stores。 He went back to his car； got into the seat； and looked around。 Was he himself delirious； still lying on his bunk； really？ He was half inclined merely to drive on； panic was rising up inside him。 Now he noticed that several cars were parked along the street； just as they might be on any not too busy afternoon。 He could not merely drive on； he decided； because he must report the dead man。 So he pushed upon the horn…rig； and the great blatant squawk resounded obscenely along the deserted street through the quiet of the afternoon。 He blew twice； waited； and blew twice again。 Again and again； in …rising panic； he pressed down。 As he pressed； he looked around； hoping to see somebody e popping out from a door or at least a head at a window。 He paused； and again there was only silence； except that somewhere far off he heard the strident cackling of a hen。 〃Must have scared an egg out of her！〃 he thought。
A fat dog came waddling around the er and down the sidewalk； the kind of dog you see along Main Street in any small town。 Ish got out of the car； and confronted the dog。 〃You haven't been missing any meals； anyway；〃 he said。 （Then he had a sudden feeling of tightness in die throat when he thought of things the dog might be eating。） The dog was not friendly； it skirted him； keeping distance； then it went on down the street。 He made no effort to call it closer or to follow it； after all； the dog could not tell him。
I could play detective by going into some of these stores and looking around；〃 he thought。 Then he had a better idea。
Across the street was a little pool…room where he had often stopped to buy a newspaper。 He went over to it。 The door was locked。 He looked through the window； and saw newspapers in the rack。 He stared hard against the reflection of the light in the window； and suddenly he saw that there were headlines as large as for Pearl Harbor。 He read：
CRISIS ACUTE
What crisis？ With sudden determination he strode back to the car； and picked up the hammer。 A moment later he stood with the heavy head poised in front of the door。
Then suddenly all the restraints of habit stopped him。 Civilization moved in； and held his arm； almost physically。 You couldn't do this！ You didn't break into a store this way…you； a law…abiding citizen！ He glanced up and down the street； as if a policeman or a posse might be bearing down upon him。
But the empty street brought him back again； and panic overbore the restraints。 〃Hell；〃 he thought； I can pay for the door if I have to！〃
With a wild feeling of burning his bridges； of leaving civilization behind； he swung the heavy hammer…head with all his force against the door…lock。 The wood splintered； the door flew open； he stepped in。
His first shock came when he picked up the newspaper。 The Chronicle； the one he remembered； was thick…twenty or thirty pages at least。 The newspaper he picked up was like a little country weekly； a single folded sheet。 It was dated Wednesday of the preceding week。
The headlines told him what was most essential。 The United States from coast to coast was overwhelmed by the attack of some new and unknown disease of unparalleled rapidity of spread； and fatality。 Estimates for various cities； admittedly little more than guesses； indicated that between 25 percent and 35 percent of the population had already died。 No reports； he read； were available for Boston； Atlanta； and New Orleans； indicating that the news…services in those cities had already broken down。 Rapidly scanning the rest of the paper； he gained a variety of impressions…a hodge…podge which he could scarcely put together in any logical order。 In its symptoms the disease was Re a kind of super…measles。 No one was sure in what part of the world it had originated； aided by airplane travel； it had sprung up almost simultaneously in every center of civilization； outrunning all attempts at quarantine。
In an interview a notable bacteriologist indicated that the emergence of some new disease had always been a possibility which had worried the more far…thinking epidemiologists。 He mentioned in the past such curious though minor outbreaks as the English sweat and Q…fever。 As for its origin； he offered three possibilities。 It might have emerged from some animal reservoir of disease； it might be caused by some new microorganism； most Rely a virus； produced by mutation； it might be an escape； possibly even a vindictive release； from some laboratory of bacteriological warfare。 The last was apparently the popular idea。 The disease was assumed to be airborne； possibly upon particles of dust。 A curious feature was that the isolation of the individual seemed to be of no avail。
In an interview conducted by trans…Atlantic telephone； a crusty old British sage had mented； 〃Man has been growing more stupid for several thousand years； I myself shall waste no tears at his demise。〃 On the other hand an equally crusty American critic had got religion： 〃Only faith can save us now； I am praying hourly。〃
A certain amount of looting； particularly of liquor stores was reported。 On the whole； however； order had been well preserved； possibly through fear。 Louisville and Spokane reported conflagrations； out of control because of decimated fire…departments。
Even in what they must have suspected to be their last issue； the gentlemen of the press； however； had not neglected to include a few of their beloved items of curiosity。 In Omaha a religious fanatic had run naked through the streets； calling out the end of the world and the opening of the Seventh Seal。 In Sacramento a crazed woman had opened the cages of a circus menagerie for fear that the animals might starve to death； and had been mauled by a lioness。 Of more scientific interest； the Director of the San Diego zoo reported his apes and monkeys to be dying off rapidly； the other animals unaffected。
As he read； Ish felt himself growing weak with the cumulative piling up of horror and an overwhelming sense of solitude。 Yet he still read on； fascinated。
Civilization； the human race…at least； it seemed to have gone down gallantly。 Many people were reported as escaping from the cities； but those remaining had suffered； as far as he could make out from the newspaper a wee