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so he had a better idea than before of the time at which the town might have been abandon With such materials at hand he was enough of a camper to have built a fire outdoors and contrived an excellent meal； but he snapped the switches of the electric stove and felt the heat begin to radiate。 He cooked himself a hearty breakfast； managing even to make the bread into acceptable toast。 As always when he came out of the mountains； he was hungry for fresh green stuff； and so to his conventional breakfast of bacon； eggs and coffee； he added a generous head…lettuce salad。
Returning to the davenport； he helped himself from a red lacquer box on the near…by table； and smoked an after…breakfast cigarette。 As yet； he reflected； the maintenance of life offered no problem。
The cigarette was not even yet badly dried out。 With a good breakfast and a good cigarette； he did not feel himself worrying。 Actually he had put worry in abeyance； and had decided that he would not indulge in it until he had really found out just how much need there was。
When he had finished the cigarette； he reflected that there was really no need even to wash the dishes； but since he was naturally careful； he went to the kitchen and made sure that he had left the refrigerator closed and had turned off the burners on the stove。 Then he picked up the hammer； which had already proved so useful； and went out by the shattered front door。 He got into his car； and started for home。
A half mile beyond the town； he caught sight of the cemetery。 He realized that he had not thought of it on the preceding day。 Without getting out of the car； he noticed a long row of new individual graves； and also a bull…dozer near a large heap of earth。 Probably； he decided； there had not really been many people left to abandon Hutsonville at the end。
Beyond the cemetery the road sloped down through flattening terrain。 At all the emptiness； depression settled down on him again； he longed even for a single clattering truck suddenly to e across the rise ahead； but there was no truck。
Some steers stood in a field and some horses with them。 They switched their tails at the flies； as they might on any hot summer morning。 Above them the spokes of the windmill re； volved slowly in the breeze； and below the watering…trough there was a little patch of green and trampled muddy ground； as there always was…and that was all。
Yet this road below Hutsonville never carried much traffic； and on any morning he might have driven several miles without seeing anyone。 It was different when he came to the highway。 The lights were still burning at the junction； and automatically he pulled to a stop because they were red。
But where trucks and buses and cars should have been streaming by； crowding the four lanes； there was only emptiness。 After he had paused just a moment at the red lights； he drove on through them； even though feeling a slight sense of wrongdoing as he did so。
Beyond that； on the highway with all the four lanes to himself； everything was more ghost…like than before。 He seemed to drive half in a daze； and only now and then some special scene brought him out； and fixed itself in his consciousness。。。。
Something was loping along the inner lane ahead of him。 He drew up on it fast from behind。 A dog？ No； he saw the sharp ears and the light lean legs； gray shading into yellow。 That was no farm dog。 It was a coyote； calmly loping along the highway in broad daylight。 Strange how soon it had known that the world had changed； and that it could take new freedoms！ He drew up close and honked his horn； and the beast quickened its pace a little and swung over into the other lane and off across the fields； seemingly not much alarmed。。。。
The two cars lay sprawled at crazy angles blocking both lanes。 It had been a bad accident。 He pulled out onto the shoulder and stopped。 A man's body lay crushed beneath one car。 He got out to look。 There was no other body although the pavement was spotted with blood。 Even if he had seen any particular reason to try； he could not have raised the car from the man's body to give it burial。 He drove on。。。。
His mind did not even bother to register the name of the town where he stopped for gasoline； though it was a large one。 The electricity was still working； he took down the nozzle from the gas…pump at a large station and filled the tank。 Since his car had been so long in the mountains； he checked the radiator and battery； and put in a quart of oil。 He saw that one tire needed more air and as he pressed the air…hose against the valve； he heard the motor suddenly start to build up the pressure again in the tank。 Yes； man had gone； but so recently that all his well…contrived automatic processes were still carrying on without his care。。。。
At the main street of some other town he stopped； and blew a long blast on the horn。 He had no real expectation that he would have any reply； but there was something about the look of this street which seemed more normal than those of other towns。 Many cars were parked at the meters where each one showed the red flag of a violation。 It might have been some Sunday morning with many cars parked overnight and the stores not yet open or people beginning to circulate。 But it was not early morning； for now the sun was almost overhead。 Then he saw what had made him pause； and what gave the place an illusion of animation。 In front Of a restaurant called The Derby a neon sign was still in full activity…a little horse galloping hard； its legs still going as actively as ever。 In the full sunlight the faint pink glow was scarcely visible except for its motion。 He looked； and as he looked； he caught the rhythm…one； two； three。 （And at three the feet of the little horse were close tucked up under its body as if it were clear in the air。） Four…they came back to the half position； and the legs stretched out as if the body were low along the ground。 One； two； three； four； it went。 One； two； three； four。 It galloped in a frenzy of activity still； and yet in all its galloping it arrived nowhere； and now even for most of its time it galloped with no eye to observe。 As he looked； it seemed to him a gallant little horse； though a futile and a foolish one。 The horse； suddenly he thought； was like that civilization of which man had been so proud； galloping so hard and yet never arriving anywhere； and sometime destined； when once the power failed； to grow still forever。。。
He saw smoke rising against the sky。 His heart leaped up； and he turned quickly off on a side road； and drove toward the smoke。 But even before he reached it； he knew that he would find no one there； and his spirit fell again。 He drove up to the smoke； and saw then that it was a small farmhouse quietly beginning to burn up。 There were many reasons； he decided； why a fire might start thus without people。 A pile of greasy rags might ignite spontaneously； or some electric apparatus might have been left…on； or a motor in a refrigerator might jam and begin to burn。 The little house was obviously doomed。 There was nothing he could do； and no special reason why he should do it if he could。 He turned around； and headed back to the highway 。。。
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