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interesting conversation。 there was talk back and forth； and a good deal of easygoing fun…making； with a little horse…play among the younger people。 Everybody seemed to agree； in general； that they ought to get to work again； but nobody was in a special huffy to begin。 Ile delay chafed Ish； especially when George in his slow way began again to bring up the old question of the gas…refrigerator。
At last； however； Ezra and the three younger men with an acpanying rag…tag of little boys and girls moved off to begin work。 As soon as they had really started； a kind of enthusiasm fell upon them。 Everyone； even Ezra； suddenly began to run； trying to see who would be the first one there to start digging。 Ish could see Evie running with the rest…although she could not know what was happening…her blond hair streaming wildly behind her。 Who got there first； he could not tell； but in a moment dirt started to fly in all directions。 He did not know whether to be amused or perturbed。 Everyone seemed to be turning serious work into a kind of play； as if unable to distinguish between work and play。 That might sound fine； but you could not acplish much； he thought； without settling down to labor。 As it was； the playful enthusiasm would wear out in half an hour； and the dirt would move more slowly； then； children first； older ones soon afterward； everyone would probably drift off to something else。
When once they stalked the deer； or crouched shivering in the mud for the flight of ducks to alight； or risked their lives on the crags after goats； or closed in with shouts upon a wild boar at bay…that was not work； though often the breath came hard and the limbs were heavy。 When the women bore and nursed children； or wandered in the woods for berries and mushrooms； or tended the fire at the entrance to the rock…shelter…that was not work either。
So also； when they sang and danced and made love； that was not play。 By the singing and dancing the spirits offorest and water might be placated…a serious matter； though still one might enjoy the song and the dance。 And as for the making of love； by that…and by the favor of the gods…the tribe was maintained。
So in the first years work and play mingled always； and there were not even the wordsfor one against the other。
But centuries flowed by and then more of them； and many things changed。 Man invented civilization； and was inordinately proud of it。 But in no way did civilization change life more than by sharpening the line between work and play； and at last that division came to be more important than the old one between sleeping and waking。 Skep came to be thought a kind of relaxation； and 〃sleeping on the job〃 a heinous sin。 The turning out of the light and the ringing of the alarm…clock were not so much the symbols of man's dual life as were the punching of the time…clock and the blowing of the whistle。 Men marched on picket…lines and threw bricks and exploded dynamite to shift an hourfrom one classification to the other； and other men fought equally hard to prevent them。 And always work became more laborious and odious； and play grew more artificial and febrile。
Only Ish and George were left standing there by Ezra's porch…steps。 Ish knew that George was getting ready to say something。 Funny； Ish thought； you wouldn't think anyone could pause until he had said something； George paused before he said anything。
〃Well；〃 said George； and then he paused again。 〃Well。。。。 I guess I better go get some planks 。。。 so I can wall in the sides 。。。 after she gets deeper。〃
〃Fine！〃 said Ish。 George at least； Ish knew； would get the work done。 He had carried the habit of work over so strongly from the Old Times that he perhaps could never really play。
George went off after his planks； and Ish went to find Dick and Bob； who had been collecting and harnessing the dogteams。
He found the two boys in front of his own house。 Three dog…teams were ready。 A rifle…barrel was sticking out from one wagon。
Ish considered for a moment。 Was there anything else he should take along？ He felt a lack。
〃Oh； say； Bob；〃 he said； 〃run in； please； and get my hammer。11 〃Aah； why do you want thatT'
〃Oh； well； nothing in particular； I guess。 It might e in handy for breaking a lock。〃
〃You can always use a brick；〃 said Bob； but he went。
Ish used the momentary delay to pick up the rifle and check that the magazine was full。 This was pure routine； but Ish himself was the one who insisted on it。 There was only a very small chance of meeting a rambunctious bull or a she…bear with cubs； but you took the rifle along for insurance。 Ish； at times when he woke up in the night； still …remembered very vividly the occasion when the dogs had trailed him。
Bob came back； and at once handed the hammer to his father。 As Ish gripped the handle； he felt a strange little sense of security。 The familiar weight of the dangling four…pound head brought him fort。 It was the same old hammer that he had picked up long ago； just before the rattlesnake bit him。 The handle had been weathered and cracked then； and it still was。 He had often thought of choosing a new handle in some hardware store and fitting it to the head。 As a matter of fact he could just as well have picked out a whole new tool。 Actually； however； he had very little use for the harnmer。 By tradition he took it along every New Years Day when he cut the numerals into the rock； but that was about its only practical value； and even for that purpose a lighter one might have been better。
So now he stuck the hammer into the wagon by his feet； and felt fortable。 〃All ready？〃 he called to Dick and Bob； and just then； something caught his eye。
A small boy was standing； half…hidden in the bushes； looking out at the wagons。 Ish recognized the slight figure。 〃Oh； Joey！〃 he called on impulse。 〃Want to go along？〃
Joey stepped out from the bushes； but hung back。
〃I have to help digging the well；〃 he said。
〃Oh； never mind； they'll get the well dug without you or〃 ＇he added to himself＇ 〃they more likely won't get it either with or without you。〃
Joey took no more urging。 Obviously this was what he really been hoping。 He ran to Ish's wagon； and climbed snugly at his father's feet where he could just find room。 He held the hammer in his lap。
Then the dogs were off with a furious rush and an outburst of barking； as they always liked to start out。 The two other teams followed； with the excited boys yelling and their dogs barking too。 The dogs around the houses barked back。 It made a fair imitation of a riot。 As always； hunched in the little wagon behind six dogs； Ish felt ridiculous； as if he were acting in some silly pageant。
Once the dogs had started； they stopped wasting breath barking； and settled to a slower pace。 Ish collected thoughts； and went over his plans。
He made his first stop at what had once been a station。 The door was open。 Inside the little office； though it was walled in glass； the sunlight filtered through in subdued yellow。 Twenty…one years of fly…specks and blown dust had coated the windows thickly。
He saw the old telephone directory hanging from its book beside the long…dead telephone。 As he took the book and opened it； bits of brittle yellowed paper broke off from the pages and went fluttering to the floor。 He found the address of what had once been the local agency for jeeps。 Yes； with the roads in the condition they were； a jeep would be the thing。
Half an hour later； when they came to the proper streeter； Ish looked through the dirty display…window； and his heart jumped with boyish excitement at seeing a jeep actually standing there。
The boys tied up the teams； and the dogs； well…trained； lay down in orderly fashion without snarling the tram。 Dick tried the door； it was locked。
〃Here；〃 said Ish； 〃take the hammer； and smash the lock。〃
〃Oh； here's a brick！〃 said Dick； and then went running off down the street toward the remains of a chimney that had fallen in the earthquake。 Bob went with him。
Ish had a feeling of irritation。 What was wrong with those boys？ At best a brick was not as good as the hammer for smashing a door in。 He ought to know； he had smashed a lot of them。
He stepped three strides across the sidewalk； and swinging with the hammer on the rhythm of his last stride； he sent the door crashing inwards。 That would show them！ After a； there had been sense in bringing the hammer！
The jeep that was standing there in the display…room had four flat tires； and showed a thick layer of dust； but under the dust the red paint was shiny。 The speedometer showed a total of nine miles。 Ish shook his head。
〃No；〃 he said； 〃this one's too new。 I mean； she was too new！ One that was better broken in will be easier for us。〃
In the garage behind the display…room； there were several others。 All their tires were flat； extremely flat。 One had its hood up and various of its parts were scattered around。 It must have been in for a repair…job。 Ish passed that one by。
There seemed little to choose between the others。 The speedometer of one of them stood at six thousand； and Ish decided to try that one。
The boys looked at hi