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〃You may have some trouble in Arizona；〃 he went on。 〃After you get to the mountains； but then。。。。 〃
〃What's Arry…？ What is it？…Arry…zone…a？〃
Bob was asking； and it was a fair enough question。 But Ish found himself stumped to answer it。 What Arizona once had been…even that was a hard one。 Had it been a certain amount of territory； or had it been essentially a corporate entity； an abstraction。 Even so； how could he explain in a few words what a 〃state〃 had been？ Much less； how could he explain what Arizona now was？
〃Oh；〃 he said finally； 〃Arizona…that was just a name for that part over there beyond the river。〃 Then he had an inspiration； 〃See； on the map it's this part inside the yellow line。〃
〃Yes；〃 said Bob； 〃I suppose they had a fence around it？〃
〃Well； I doubt whether they had。〃
〃That's right。 They wouldn't have needed a fence where the river was。〃
（Let it pass； thought Ish。 He thinks Arizona is like an old fenced…in backyard； only bigger。）
After that； however； he stopped referring to states； and mentioned cities。 The boys knew what a city was； that is； it was a lot of littered streets and weather…beaten buildings。 Of course； since they themselves lived in a city； they could easilyimagine another city and another munity like their own。
He routed them through Denver； Omaha； and Chicago； wanting to see what would have happened in the great cities。 By that time it would be spring。 Beyond that； he told them to try for Washington and New York； by the route that seemed the most passable。
〃The Pennsylvania Turnpike may still be the best way to get across the mountains。 It will be hard to block a four…lane highway like that； and even the tunnels should still be open。〃
For the return route he left them to their own choice； by that time they would know more about conditions than he did。 He suggested； however； that they swing far to the south； since on account of the cold winters there would probably have been a drift of population toward the Gulf Coast。
They drove the jeep every day； and thus； by the process of elimination through blow…outs； they got tires which seemed likely to stand up under some wear。
On the fourth day they left； the back of the jeep jammed with an extra battery； tires； and other equipment； the boys themselves； half…wild with the excitement of the prospect； their mothers； close to tears at the thought of so long a separation； Ish himself； nervous with the desire to go along。
The boundaries； like the fences； drew lines that were hard and unpromising。 They too were man…made； abstractions dominating reality。 Where you crossed by the highway； on a line； the road…surface changed。 It was smooth in Delaware； but when you went into Maryland； you felt a change in vibration； and all at once the tires hummed differently。 〃State line；〃 the sign read。 〃Entering Nebraska。 Speed limit 60 M。 P。 H。 〃 So even right and wrong altered with the sharp snap of a discontinuity； andyou stepped harder on the throttle。
At the national boundary the flags showed different colors； though the same breeze blew them。 You stopped for customs and immigration； and were suddenly a stranger； unfamiliar。 〃Look；〃 you said； 〃that policeman has a different uniform！〃 You got new money； and even for picture post…cards the stamps had to have another face on them。 〃Better drive extra carefully；〃 you said。 〃Wouldn't be good to get arrested over here。〃 That was a funny business！ You stepped across a line you couldn't see； and then you were one of those queer people…a foreigner！
But boundaries fade even faster than fences。 Imaginary lines need no rust to efface them。 Then there will be no quick shifts； and adjustments； and perhaps it will be easier on the mind。 They will say as in the beginning： 〃About where oaks start to get thin； and the pines take over。 〃 They will say： 〃Over across there…can't tell exactly…in the foothills where it gets drier and you start seeing sage…brush。
After the boys had left； there seemed to be a settling down into another one of those calm and happy periods which had led them to name one certain time the Good Year。 Day after day things drifted； week after week。 The rains held on late…hard showers； quickly clearing afterwards； with fine blue weather； so that the far…off towers of the Golden Gate Bridge stood out clean…etched and still majestic against the the western sky。
In the mornings； Ish usually managed to herd enough of them together to get some work done on the well。 Their first shaft hit bed rock before water； for on the slope of the hill the soil was thin。 But they managed to take the second shaft down； until they struck a good flow。 They walled the well in with planking； and covered it； and rigged a hand…pump。 By this time； they had all bee accustomed to using the outhouses； and the thought of the labor involved to make the toilets work again by means of pipes and tanks and hand…pumping seemed more than was worthwhile。 And so they put it off。
The fishing was good now。 Everyone wanted to go fishing； and other matters seemed to take second place。
In the evenings； they often gathered together； and sang songs to the acpaniment of Ish's accordion。 He sometimes suggested that they should try singing parts。 When they did； old George carried a good resonant bass； and the others caught on to the idea； but no one seemed very much interested in this sophistication。
No； Ish decided again as he had decided long before； they were not a very musical group。 Years before； he had tried bringing home records of symphonies and playing them on the wind…up phonograph。 Such rendition of course was not very good； even so； you could follow the themes。 But he never got the children interested。 At some melodic passage they might leave off their own playing or wood…carving and look up； listening with pleasure for a moment。 As soon； however； as the development became a little plicated； the children went back to their own play。 Well； what could you expect of merely a few average people and their descendants？ （No； a little better than average； he insisted…but possibly not in musical appreciation。） In the Old Times one American in a hundred might have had a deep or real appreciation of Beethoven； and those few were probably just among those more sophisticated and intense people who； like the more highly bred dogs； had apparently been less able to survive the shock of the Great Disaster。
As an experiment； he also tried jazz records。 At the loud blare of the saxophones； the children again left off their own enterprises； but again the interest had been momentary。 Le jazz hot！ It too； with all its involuted rhythms； had been a sophistication； it appealed； not to a simple and primitive mind； but to one that was highly developed and specialized； at least along that particular line。 You might as well expect the children to appreciate Picasso or Joyce。
In fact…and this was something that encouraged him…the younger generation showed little interest in listening to the phonograph at all； they preferred to do their own singing。 He took this as a good sign： that they would rather participate than listen； rather be actors than audiences。
They failed； however； to take the next step and pose tunes and words of their own。 Ish himself occasionally tried making up a verse with topical references； but either he had no knack for it or else his efforts met with unconscious resistance as being a violation of tradition。
So they sang in unison against the background of the standardized chords and bumping bass of the accordion。 The simpler tunes； he observed； they liked the best。 The words seemed to make little difference。 They sang 〃Carry me back to old Virginny〃 although they had no idea what 〃Virginny〃 was or who was asking to be carried back。 They sang 〃Halleluiah； I'm a bum！〃 without caring what a bum was。 They sang plaintively of Barbara Allen although none of them had even known of unrequited love。
Often； in those weeks； Ish thought of the two boys in the Jeep。 Perhaps the children would call for 〃Home on the Range；〃 and as his left hand shifted to the G…buttons； he would have a sudden thought； and a pang with it。 Just now Bob and Dick might be somewhere far out in the old range country。
Playing mechanically； he would wonder。 Were the deer and the antelope playing there now？ Or was it cattle？ Or had the buffalo e back？
More often； however； thoughts of the boys came to him in the dark hours of the night when some dream； caused by his very anxiety； brought him out of sleep in sudden terror to lie nervously considering possibilities。
How could he ever have let them try it？ He thought of all the dangers of flood and storm。 And the car！ You could never trust young fellows with a car； and even though there was no danger from traffic； they might run off the road。 There would be many bad places。 The boys would take chances。
There would be mountain…lions and bears and bad…tempered bulls。 Bulls were worst of all； because they never seemed to have lost a certain contempt for men； sprung perhaps from age…old familiarity。
No…more likely； the car would break down。 Then they would be marooned； hundreds or even thou