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Obviously； they could not stay where they were very long because the flames were bearing down upon them。
〃Where shall we go； Ish？〃 one of them asked。 Ish felt that this was a strange question for anyone to ask of him； who was only an old man and would scarcely know what to do as well as the young ones would。 Then he remembered that they sometimes asked him which direction they should take for their hunting。 When he did not answer； they pinched him。 He did not like to be pinched； and so he thought hard now； as to which way they should go。 The young men themselves； he realized； could outrun the fire； but he himself would not be strong enough。 So he thought more intensely than he had thought for a long time； both because he wished to save his own life and the lives of the young men； and also because he was afraid that they would pinch him。 Thinking so intently； he remembered the bare flat rock where they had carved the numerals of the years in the time long ago。 Round this flat rock were other high rocks where nothing grew； and in the spaces among these rocks they could find shelter because nothing was there to burn。
〃Let us go to the rocks！〃 he said then； being sure that they would know what rocks he meant。
Even though the young men helped him； Ish was very tired when they got to the safety of the rocks。 Once they were there； however； he lay quietly； panting and recovering his strength。 The fire was soon burning all around； but among the rocks they were not in danger。 There was an overhang to the one rock； and another tall rock close by； so that they were almost in a cave。
As he lay there； Ish dozed off with his weariness； or perhaps it was more as if he had fainted； because his old heart was pounding wildly after the dash ahead of the flames。 But after a while he came to himself； and lay there quietly； and his mind seemed closer than it had been for a long time。
Yes； he thought； it is now the dry autumn； and the time of bad fires because of dry north winds。 And this is the autumn following that summer when I first came to know Jack； and talked to him about the arrowheads。 Since then Jack has been the one who has chiefly taken care of me； as The Tribe at its meeting has undoubtedly ordered him to do。 After all； I am very important。 I am a god。 No； I am not a god。 But perhaps I am the mouth…piece of a god。 No； I know that I am not that either。 But at least they give me care； and I have fort； because I am the last American。
Then again； since he was exhausted from his flight in front of the flames； he fell asleep； or perhaps fainted。
After a while he came to himself once more。 He could not have been unconscious for very long； for he heard the flames still crackling。 When he opened his eyes； all he could see was the grayness of the rock…overhang above him； and he realized that he must be lying on his back。 He heard little noises of scuffling and the playful growls of a dog。
But now with this return to consciousness his mind seemed even clearer than before； so clear indeed that he was startled at first； and then a little frightened。 For he seemed to know all the past and all the future too； as well as what was actually present。
〃This second world…it has gone too。〃 The thoughts flickered through his mind。 〃I saw the great world go。 Now this little world； my second world； is going。 It is going by fire。 This fire that we have known so long…fire that warms us； fire that destroys us。 They used to say that because of the bombs we would go back and live in caves。 Well； here is a cave…but we have not marched by the road that anyone imagined。 I survived the loss of that； my great world； but I shall not outlast the destruction of this； my little world。 I am an old man now； and also my mind is too clear。 I know。 This is near the end。 From the cave we came； and to the cave we return。〃
Just as his mind had grown clearer； so also his sight seemed clearer than usual。 After a while； feeling stronger； he sat up； and then he could see all the others。 At first he was surprised because there were not only three young men but also two dogs。 He did not remember having seen the dogs before。 They were ordinary dogs of the kind used for hunting…not large； long haired； mostly black with some white on them； a kind of sheep dog； he supposed they would have been called in the Old Times。 They were intelligent dogs； and even well…mannered。 They lay quietly now in the cave…like overhang of the rocks； and did not make any excitement of barking。
Then Ish looked at the young men。 Since now； all at once； he seemed to see the past and the future as well as the present； he could look more clearly at the young men for the mixture of the past； present and future that they really were。 Their clothing was like Jack's。 They had soft； well…fashioned moccasin…like footgear of deer…hide； they also wore blue jeans with bright copper rivets in them。 Above their waists they had only the tawny lion…skins with the dangling paws and the claws still attached。 Each one of them had his bow and quiver Of arrows； and each wore a knife at his belt； although they could not make knives。 One of them had a spear with a shaft as tall as himself； and extending above the shaft； a spear…head。 When Ish looked at it more carefully； he saw that it was really an old butcher…knife with an eighteen…inch blade。 The blade had been socketed into the end of the spear…shaft； and since the blade was very sharp…pointed； this was a formidable weapon for the close fighting。
Then at last Ish looked at the faces of the young men； and he saw that they were different from the faces of the men of long ago。 These faces were young； but also they were calm； and they seemed to bear on them few lines of strain and worry and fear。
〃See！〃 said one of them。 and he was nodding in the direction of Ish。 〃See…he is better now！ He is looking around。〃 Ish realized that the voice was kindly； and he felt a great love for the young man even though a little while ago he had been afraid that that particular one would be the first to pinch him。
Something else that was strange also； Ish thought now； was that after all these years the young men still talked a language which people had once called English。
Only； as he considered more carefully； he realized that the language too had changed。 When the young man had said the word 〃see；〃 the sound was not quite as it should be。 Instead it sounded more as if it were 〃tsee；〃 or perhaps； 〃tchee。〃
Some smoke was drifting in between the rocks now； so that they coughed a little。 Outside； there was a great crackle of flame； a clump of trees or a near…by house must be burning。 The dogs whined a little。 Yet the air remained cool enough； so that Ish was not afraid。
He wondered what had bee of all the others。 There must be several hundred people in The Tribe now。 The labor of asking questions seemed too much； and he could tell from the calmness of the young men that there could have been no disaster。 Most likely； he thought； the others had left at the first threat of fire； and perhaps only at the last moment Jack had remembered the old man…who was also a god…who was sleeping alone in the house。
Yes； now it was easier merely to sit and look and think； without asking questions。 So he looked at the faces again。
Now one of the young men was playing with a dog。 He put out his hand； and then jerked it away quickly； and the dog snapped playfully and growled。 The dog and the young man seemed almost to meet at the same level； and both seemed happy。 One of the others was carving a piece of wood。 The sharp knife bit deeply into the soft wood； and a figure took shape as Ish watched。 Ish smiled quietly to himself； for he saw that the figure had wide hips and generous breasts； and he realized that young men had not changed altogether。 Though he did not even know their names； except for Jack； yet they must all be his grandsons or great…grandsons。 Here they sat in the cave…like gap between two high rocks； and they played with a dog or carved lusty little images while outside the fire crackled。 Civilization had gone years ago； and now the last of the city was burning around them； and yet the young men were happy。
Was it all for the best？ From the cave we e and to the cave we go！ If that other one had lived； if there had been others like him； it might have been different。 Again he thought of Joey…Joey！ And yet would that have been better？ He wished suddenly that he could live for a long time still…for a hundred years more； or even a hundred after that。 All his life now he had observed the ways of the peoples on the earth； and he wished that he could still observe in the future。 The next century and the next millennium would be interesting。
And then for a while； in the way of very old men； he merely sat quietly； not sleeping； and yet not quite thinking either。
Again； in that day each little tribe will live by itself and to itself and go its own way； and their differences will soon be more than they were even in the first days of Man； according to the accidents of survival and of place。。。。
Here they live always in awe of the Other…world； and scarcely dare make water without a prayer。 They have ski