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and canned goods。 He went in； but there was nobody there。
He had a certain sense of surprise。 As often； when he had been by himself for a while； he was not exactly sure what day it might be。 Wednesday； he thought。 But it might be Tuesday or Thursday。 Yet he was certain that it was somewhere in the middle of the week； not a Sunday。 On a Sunday； or even for a whole weekend； the Johnsons might possibly shut up the store and go somewhere on a trip of their own。 They were easygoing and did not believe too strongly in letting business interfere with pleasure。 Yet they were really dependent to a large extent upon the sales which the store made during the fishing season； they could hardly afford to go away very long。 And if they had gone on a vacation； they would have locked the door。 Still you never could tell about these mountain people。 The incident might even be worth a paragraph in his thesis。 In any case； his tank was nearly empty。 The pump was unlocked； and so he helped himself to ten gallons of gas and with difficulty scrawled a check which he left on the counter along with a note： 〃Found you all away。 Took 10 gal。 Ish。〃
As he drove down the road； he had suddenly a slight sense of uneasiness…the Johnsons gone on a weekday； the door unlocked； no fishermen； a car going by in the night； and （most of all） those men who had run away when they had seen another man lying sick in his bunk in a lonely mountain cabin。 Yet the day was bright； and his hand was not paining him much； moreover； he seemed to be cured of that other strange infection； if it was something else and not the snake…bite。 He felt almost back to normal again。 Now the road wound down restfully between open groves of pine trees along a little rushing stream。 By the time he came to Black Creek Power…house； he felt normal in his mind again also。
At the power…house everything looked as usual。 He heard the whir of the big generators； and saw the streams of foaming water still bursting out from beneath。 A light was burning on the bridge。 He thought to himself； 〃I suppose nobody bothers ever to turn that out。 They have so much electricity that they don't need to economize。〃
He considered going across the bridge to the power…house； just to see somebody and allay the strange fears which he had begun to feel。 But the sight and sound of everything running normally were reassuring； signs that after all the power…house was working as usual； even though he saw no people。 There was nothing remarkable about not seeing people。 The process was so nearly automatic that only a few men were employed there； and they kept indoors mostly。
Just as he was leaving the power…house behind； a large collie ran out from behind one of the buildings。 From the other side of the creek； it barked loudly and violently at Ish。 It ran back and forth excitedly。
〃Fool dog！〃 he thought。 〃What's it so excited about？ Is it trying to tell me not to steal the power…house？〃 People certainly tended to overestimate the intelligence of dogs！
Rounding the curve； he left the sound of barking behind。 But the sight of the dog had been another evidence of normality。 Ish began to whistle contentedly。 It was ten miles now until he came to the first town； a little place called Hutsonville。
Consider the case of Captain Maclear's rat。 This interesting rodent inhabited Christmas Island； a small bit of tropical verdure some two hundred miles south of Java。 The species was first described for science in 1887； the skull being noted as large and strongly built； with beaded supra…orbital edges and the anterior edge of the zygomatic plate projecting forward conspicuously。
A naturalist observed the rats as populating the island 〃in swarms； 〃 feeding upon fruit and young shoots。 To the rats the island was as a whole world； an earthly paradise。 The observer noted： 〃They seem to breed all the year round。〃 Yet such was the luxuriance of the tropical growth that the rats had not attained such numbers as to provide petition among members of the species。 The individual rats were extremely well nourished； and even unduly fat。
In 1903 some new disease sprang up。 Because of their crowding and also probably because of the softened condition of the individuals； the rats proved universally susceptible； and soon were dying by thousands。 In spite of great numbers； in spite of an abundant supply of food； in spite of a very rapid breeding rate； the species is extinct。
He came over the rise； and saw Hutsonville a mile away。 Just as he started to slide down the grade； out of the corner of his eye； he caught sight of something which turned him inwardly cold。 Automatically he tramped hard on the brake。 He walked back； scarcely believing that he had really seen it。 Just there at the side of the road； in full view； lay the body of a fully clothed man； ants were crawling over the face。 The body must have lain there a day or two at least。 Why had it not been seen？ He did not look closely or long； obviously the thing to do was to get into Hutsonville； and tell the Coroner as soon as possible。 He hurried back to the car。
Yet as he started again； he had a deep feeling inside him somewhere； strangely； that this was not a case for the Coroner； and that possibly there would even be no Coroner。 He had seen no one at the Johnson's or at the power…house； and he had not met a single car on the road。 The only things that seemed real from all the old life had been the light burning at the power…house and the quiet hum of the great generators at their work。
Then； as he came to the first houses； he suddenly breathed more easily； for there on a vacant lot a hen was quietly scratching in the dust； a half…dozen chicks beside her； and a little farther on； a black…and…white cat wandered across the sidewalk as unconcernedly as it would have done upon any other June day。
The heat of the afternoon lay heavy on the street； and he saw no one。 〃Bad as a Mexican town；〃 he thought； 〃everyone taking a siesta。〃 Then suddenly he realized that he had said it as a man whistles to keep up his courage。 He came to the business center； stopped the car by the curb； and got out。 There was nobody。
He tried the door of a little restaurant。 It was open。 He went in。
〃Hi！〃 he yelled。
Nobody came。 Not even an echo spoke back to reassure him。
The door of the bank was locked； although the hour was well before closing time； and he was sure （the more he thought of it） that the day must be Tuesday or Wednesday or possibly Thursday。 〃What am I anyway？〃 he thought。 〃Rip van Winkle？〃 Even so； Rip van Winkle； though he had slept twenty years； had e back to a village that was still full of people。
The door of the hardware store beyond the bank was open。
He went in； and again he called； and again there was not even an echo ing back for answer。 He looked in at the bakery； this time there was only a tiny noise such as a scuttling mouse could make。
Had the people all gone to a baseball game？ Even so； they would have closed the stores。 He went back to his car； got into the seat； and looked around。 Was he himself delirious； still lying on his bunk； really？ He was half inclined merely to drive on； pan