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He stood on the porch； and looked out toward the dark west； breathing the cool damp air in deeply。 His mood was still close to exaltation。
〃Now we have finished with the past；〃 he thought。 〃These last few months； the tag…end of the year…we shall let the past have them。 This is the Moment Zero； and we stand between two eras。 Now the new life begins。 Now we mence the Year One。 The Year One！〃
Now there lay before him no longer the mere drama of a world without men and of its constant adaptation。 No longer would personal readjustment be his own dominating problem。 Now there stretched away in the years ahead； the unfolding drama of a new society； reconstructing itself； moving on。 And now he would not be the lonely spectator； at least； not merely that。 He could read。 He was equipped with the background of much knowledge already。 He would extend that into technics； into psychology； into political science； if that were needed。
There must be others that he could find also to join with them…good people who would help in the new world。 He would start looking for people again。 He would look craftily； tying to keep away from all those who had suffered too much from the shock； whose minds or bodies were not what one wanted to build up the new society。
Somewhere within him there lingered still that one deep fear that she might die in childbirth； that the whole hope of the future might thus fade。 And yet； he could really not fear it very deeply。 Her courage burned too brightly。 She was life。 He could not associate her with death。 She was the light for the future； she and those that would spring from her。 〃0 mother of nations！ And her children shall call her blessed！〃
He himself would have had only the courage to live on； feeling death creep in closer year by year as once the darkness had crept in from the ers of the room when the lights were failing。 Her stronger spirit had struck back against death； and already life built up anew within her。 From her depths courage flowed out to him。
It was curious； doubtless even illogical； that the thought of the ing child should make so much difference。 But he granted the difference。 He had known despair； but now he knew hope。 He looked forward with confidence to the time when the sun would again be setting in the southern end of its long arc and the two of them…or the three…would go to carve into some rock the numeral mernorating the end of the Year One。 It was not finished。 The thing would go on。 A phrase leaped into his mind。
〃Oh； world without end！〃 he thought。 As he stood there； looking out into the dark west over the empty city； breathing deeply of the cool damp air； the words sang in his mind； 〃Oh； world without end！ World without end！〃
Here ends Part I。 The inter…chapter called Quick Years follows； after a time…interval of one year。
Quick Years
Not far from the house on San Lupo Drive there was that area which had once been a small public park。 Tall rocks rose picturesquely； and at one place the tops of two of them leaned together； forming a high narrow cave。 Near by； a smooth rock…surface； as large as the floor of a small room； sloped with the hillside； but was not too steep to sit on fortably。 In those older times which had been before even those that were now called the Old Times； some tribe of simple people had lived thereabouts； and on the smooth rock…surface you still saw the little holes where those people had pounded with stones to make their acorn…mash。
One day； after the round of the seasons had passed and the sun for the second time sank well to the south of the Golden Gate； Ish and Em climbed the hillside toward the rocks。 The afternoon was calm and sunny； warm for mid…winter。 Em carried the baby； wrapped in a soft blanket。 （She was pregnant again； although not yet heavy on her feet。） Ish carried his hammer and a cold…chisel。 Princess started with them； but as always went baying off on the trail of one of her rabbits。
When they came to the rock； Em sat down on it in the sun and nursed the baby； and Ish worked with hammer and chisel； cutting into the smooth surface the single numeral。 The rock was hard； but with the heavy hammer and the sharp chisel； he soon finished an upright line。 But it was fun to adom the work a little； and some ceremony seemed fitting to mark the end of their first full circuit of the sun from south back to south。 So Ish cut a clean serif at the base of the line； and a little hook at the top； so that the finished figure resembled the neat I which he remembered in the times of printing。 When he was done； he sat close beside Em in the sun。 The baby had finished feeding； and was happy。 They played with him。 〃Well；〃 said Ish； 〃that was the Year One！〃
〃Yes；〃 said Em； 〃but I think I shall always remember it as the Year of the Baby。 Names are easier to remember than numbers。〃
Thus from the very beginning it came about that they called each year not so often by its number as by a name based on something that had happened during that time。
In the spring of the second year； Ish planted his first garden。 He had never liked gardening； and that probably explained why； in spite of good resolutions and two half…hearted attempts； he had not grown anything during the first。 year。 Nevertheless； as he turned over the dark moist soil with the spade； he felt a deep satisfaction at being in touch again with primeval things。
That was about all the satisfaction he got from the garden。 To begin with； the seed （he had had a hard time to find any at all because of the ravages of the rats） was several years old； and much of it failed to sprout。 Snails and slugs soon moved in； but by scattering a box of Snale…Killa he eliminated them； and felt triumphant。 Then； just as the lettuce was making a good growth； a buck jumped the fence and wrought havoc。 Ish put another layer on the top of the fence。 Next； some rabbits burrowed beneath…more destruction； and more work！ One evening he heard crashing noises and rushed out just in tinie to scare off a predatory cow on the point of smashing a way through the fence。 More work！
By this time he was waking up at night with thoughts of ravening deer； rabbits； and cattle prowling around his fence and ogling his lettuces with eyes that gleamed like tigers' eyes。
Then； in June； the insects arrived。 He sprayed poison until he was afraid he would not dare eat the lettuce even if any lived to be harvested。
The crows were the last to find the garden； but when they arrived in July their numbers made up for their late arrival。 He stood guard； and shot some of them。 But they seemed to post sentries and swoop down as soon as his back was turned； and he could not watch during all the daylight hours。 His scarecrows and dangling mirrors kept them off for a day； but after that they lost their fear。 In the end he actually erected a shelter of fly…screen over the few rows of garden which seemed worth saving； and he harvested a little lettuce； along with some scrawny tomatoes and onions。 But he conscientiously let some of the plants go to seed； and saved the fresh seed for the future。
He was as thoroughly discouraged as any amateur gardener had ever been。 It was one thing apparently to grow vegetables when thousands of others were doing the same； and quite another when yours was the only plot and so from miles around every vegetable…hungry animal and bird and mollusk and insect came galloping or flying or oozing or hopping； and apparently sending out by signals to its fellows the universal shout； 〃Let's eat！〃
Toward the end of summer the second baby was born。 They called her Mary； just as they had decided finally to call the first one John； so that the old names would not vanish from the earth。
When the new baby was only a few weeks old； there was another memorable event。
This was the way of it。。。。 In those first years though Ish and Em stayed contentedly close at home； they now and then had visits from wanderers who had seen the smoke on San Lupo Drive and headed for it； sometimes in cars； more often on foot。 These people； with one exception； seemed to be suffering from shock。 They were bees who had lost the hive； sheep without a flock。 By now； Ish concluded； the ones who had made a good adjustment must already have settled down。 （Besides； no matter whether the wanderer was a man or a woman； the old problem of three's…a…crowd reared up。） So Ish and Em were glad when one of these restless and unhappy people decided to continue wandering。
The exception was Ezra。 Ish always remembered how Ezra came strolling along the street that hot September day； his face florid； his half…bald head even redder； his jaw narrow and pinched； his bad teeth showing suddenly when he saw Ish and stopped and smiled。
〃Hi…ya； boy！〃 he had said； and though the words were American； still behind them somewhere was the ghost of a North…of…England accent。
He stayed until after the first rains。 He was always pleasant； even when his teeth were growling。 He had that miexpressibly great gift of making people feel fortable。 The babies always smiled for Ezra。 Ish and Em would have urged him to stay permanently； but they feared the triangle…situation； even when th