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Here they live always in awe of the Other…world； and scarcely dare make water without a prayer。 They have skill with boats among tidal channels。 To eat； they catch fish and dig clams； and gather seeds of wild…grasses。。。。
Here they are darker…skinned and talk another language； and worship a dark…skinned mother and child。 They keep horses and turkeys； and grow corn in the flat by the river。 Thev catch rabbits in snares； but have no bows。。。。
Here they are still darker。 They speak English； but say no r's； and their speech is thick。 They keep pigs and chickens； and raise corn。 Also they raise cotton； but make no use of it； except to offer a little to their god； knowing it from of old to be a thing of power。 Their god has the form of an alligator； and they call him Olsaytn。。。。
Here they shoot with the bow； skillfully； and their hunting…dogs are trained to give tongue。 They love assembly and debate。 Their womenfolk walk proudly。 The symbol of their god is a hammer； but they pay him no great reverence。。。。
Many others there are too； each differing。 In the distant years after these first years； the tribes will grow more numerous and e together； and cross…fertilize in body and in mind。 Then； doubtless； blindly and of no one's planning； will e new civilizations and the new wars。
After a while they grew hungry and very thirsty。 Since the fire had now died down in places； one of the young men sallied out。 When he came back； he was carrying an old aluminum tea…kettle。 Ish recognized it as the one which had been kept at the near…by spring。 The young man offered it first to Ish； and he took a long drink of the cool water。 Then the others drank。
Afterwards the same young man pulled a flat tin can out of the hip…pocket of his blue jeans。 The label had long since fallen away from the can； and the metal was well rusted。 The three discussed vigorously among themselves whether they should eat whatever might be in the can。 Some people had died； one of them argued； from eating out of cans。 They argued vigorously； but did not ask Ish's advice。 If there was a picture of a fish or some fruit on the outside of the can； then you knew that that kind of food was inside。 But even； one of them declared； a rusty can might be dangerous when you knew what was in it； for in some way； if the rust went clear through the can； then what was inside might be spoiled。
As Ish； who was not in the argument； could have told them； the obvious thing to do was to open the can and see in what condition the food inside might be。 But being a very old man and having gained some wisdom with life； he realized that they were arguing merely for the fun of it； and that eventually they would get around to a decision。
After a while； indeed； they hacked the can open with one of the knives； and inside was some reddish brown material。 To Ish it was obviously a can of salmon。 They smelled at it inquisitively； and decided that it was not spoiled。 Also they inspected the inside of the can； and found that no rust had penetrated through it。 They divided the salmon； and gave a share to Ish。
Ish had not seen or eaten any canned salmon for a long time。 The meat looked much darker to him than it should look and it was lacking in flavor。 But its taste…or lack of taste…he decided； might be partly the result of his own dullness of palate at his age。 If it had not been so much trouble to talk； he would have liked to deliver a lecture to the young men about all the miracles that lay behind their eating this little snack of salmon。 The fish must have been caught many years before； probably off the coast of Alaska； a thousand miles and more from the place where they were now eating it。 But even if it had not been so much trouble to talk； still he recollected he could not even have made the young men understand what he was talking about。 They had seen the ocean； perhaps； because it was not very far from where they lived； but they would have no conception of a great ship sailing the ocean； and they would have not known what he meant when he talked of a thousand miles。
So he ate quietly； and let his eyes rove from one of the young men to another。 More and more often； however； his eyes came to rest upon that particular one who was called Jack。 Life could not have been altogether easy for Jack。 He had a scar on his right arm； and； unless Ish's eyes deceived him； the left hand had suffered some kind of accident and was a little twisted。 Yes； Jack must have suffered； and yet his face； like those of the others； was clear of lines and free in all its movements。
Again Ish felt his heart yearn toward the young man； for in spite of the scar and the twisted hand the young man seemed child…like and innocent； and Ish was afraid that at some time the world would strike back hard against him and find him unprepared。 Once Ish recollected that he had asked a question of this young man named Jack。 He had asked him； 〃Are you happy？〃 And the young man had answered in such a strange way that Ish had doubted whether he had understood what the words meant。 That was the way the things happened over all these years； though the language itself had not changed more than a little； yet there were ideas and differences that had gone out of people's thought。 No longer perhaps did they make that sharp distinction between pleasure and sorrow that people had once made in the times of civilization。 Perhaps other distinctions too had faded out。
So Jack may not even have understood the question exactly when he had replied then： 〃Yes； I am happy。 Things are as they are； and I am part of them。〃
But at least merriment had not gone out of the world。 As Ish rested beneath the rock…overhang； he saw the others playing with their dogs or joking with one another。 They laughed easily and often。 And； as that one still carved at his wooden figurine； he whistled a tune。 It was a gay tune； and Ish remembered its lilt but not its name or the words to sing with it。 Yet it brought to him a feeling of small bells； and snow； and little glowing red and green lights； and festivity。 Yes； that must have been a gay song even in the Old Days； and now it sounded gayer than ever。 Gaiety…that had survived the Great Disaster！
The Great Disaster！ Ish had not thought of those words for a long time。 Now they seemed to have lost meaning。 Those people who had died then would now be dead anyway； from mere passage of time。 Now it seemed to make little difference whether they had all died in one year； or slowly over many years。 And as for the loss of civilization…about that too he had long doubted。
The young man still whistled gaily； and Ish thought that he could remember the words 〃Oh； what fun it is。。。〃 He could ask the young man about the words。 As he sat there in the deep cleft between the two rocks； however； Ish still found himself too tired to bother asking questions。 Nevertheless his mind was clear。 It was frighteningly clear； and he could not remember when before he had been able to think so deeply in behind the surface of things。
〃What is all this？〃 he thought to himself。 〃Why is my mind so keen today？〃 He thought that perhaps it might be from the shock of being pulled out of bed so roughly and forced to leave the burning house。 But he was not sure。 All he knew was that he thought more clearly than he had been able to do since he could remember。
Still he wondered at the faces of the young men and their confidence； when outside everything was burning。 Though Ish could not solve that problem； yet he thought much about it； and had various ideas。 Perhaps； he thought； the difference lay somewhere in the difference between civilization and the times in which they now were living。 In civilization； he thought； these young men would have all been considering one another as rivals； because in the days of civilization there were many men。 They did not think much about the world outside of them because man seemed to be greatly stronger than all that outside world。 So they thought mostly about how they could get the better of other people； and so they were likely not to trust each other altogether； not even brother and brother。 But now； he thought； when men are very few； each of these young men wanders freely with his bow in hand and his dog at heel； but needs his rade close at call。 Nevertheless Ish did not know； and though his mind thought very clearly and very deeply in those hours； still he was not sure。
By mid…afternoon the fire had swept past them； and was burning far off to the south。 They left the shelter of the rocks； avoiding places where the fire was still smouldering and where embers lay hot； they made their way southward down the slope of the hill gradually； without much difficulty。 Evidently the young men knew what they were doing。 Ish did not bother to ask questions because he needed all his strength merely to keep moving。 They waited for him patiently； and often they helped him； letting him rest his arms across their shoulders。 Toward evening； when his strength was failing； they made camp near a stream。 Because of some freak of the wind and also because of the greater growth there； the fire had left a small spot unburned。
A little water was running in the stream…bed