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never know civilization； but at least they would not be groveling half…apes； but would walk erect as freemen； bow in hand。 Even if they should no longer have metal knives； they could still scrape out bows with sharp stones。
He planned one more experiment； but he was in no hurry。 Now that they had bows he could make a bow…drill and teach the children its use。 Then after the matches were exhausted； The Tribe would still know how to kindle fire。
Yet； as with the children； his own enthusiasm too grew cool through the passing of the weeks。 He thought less upon his own triumph in inventing the bow and tricking the children into enjoying it。 He thought rather upon all the disasters of the year。 Joey was gone； and that loss could never be redeemed。
Also a kind of fresh innocence had faded from the world when the four of them had written that word upon their ballots。 And also a great confidence and trust had gone from himself when he had realized at last that he must give up his dream of re…establishing the ways of civilization。
Now the sun was so near the limit of its southern course that a day or two would bring its turning。 Everyone was making ready for the holiday； and the carving of the number in the rock and the naming of the year。 This was their great holiday of all； bining as it did； both Christmas and New Years of the Old Times； and yet including along with those two something of their individual own。 Like so much else the holidays had suffered strange transitions in the passage of one world to the other。 They still observed Thanksgiving Day with a big dinner； but the Fourth of July and all the other patriotic holidays had lapsed。 George； who was a traditionalist and had been a good union man； always knocked off whatever he was doing and wore his best clothes when he judged it should be Labor Day。 But no one else celebrated it with him。 Curiously； or perhaps rather it was natural enough； the old folk…holidays survived better than those established by law。 The children still celebrated April Fool's Day and Halloween with great enthusiasm and with much of the traditional ceremony； although they had had to learn such things from their fathers and mothers。 Also six weeks after the winter solstice； they talked about Ground…squirrel Day and whether the squirrel could see his shadow； for there were no ground…hogs in this area and they had substituted the ground…squirrel instead。 Yet all these were nothing； pared with their own great festival when they cut the number in the rock and named the year。
Now Ish began to hear the children discussing the matter and speculating upon what the name would be。 The younger ones were saying that it should be called the Year of the Bow and Arrow。 But the slightly older ones； who could remember more vividly the whole year； said that rather it should be called the Year of the Journey。 But those who were still older thought of other things also； and often they grew quiet and seemed embarrassed； and Ish knew that they were thinking of Charlie and of all the other deaths。 Ish himself thought first of all about Joey； and then of all the changes of attitude which he himself had had to make during the year。
Then finally； as they looked out one evening； they saw that the sun set in the same place or perhaps a little to the north from where it had set the night before； and the older ones said； to the great excitement of the children； that tomorrow would be the day。
So again； at the end of the twenty…second year； they gathered at the rock； and Ish with his harnmer and cold…chisel cut 22 into the surface of the rock just below 21。 They were all there at the rock； because the day was fair； and warm for winter； and the mothers had brought even the youngest babies。 Then after the numeral had been cut； all those who were old enough to talk called out Happy New Year as it had been in the Old Times； and as it was still at this time。
But when Ish asked； following the ritual set in the last years； what should be the name of the year； there came only sudden silence。
At last the one to speak was Ezra； the good helper； who knew the ways of men：
〃Too much has happened this year； and whatever name we give the year will have a bad sound to us。 People find fort in numbers； and no bad thoughts。 Let us give this year no name； but remember it only as the Year 22。〃
Here ends Part II。 The second inter…chapter called Quick Years follows； without time…interval。
Quick Years
Once again the years flowed quickly； and now no longer he struggled and threshed； but instead； floated easily with the current。
In these years they grew a little corn； not much； but enough to harvest a small crop and to keep the seeds alive。 Every autumn…as if the falling of the first rain gave a signal…the children played with bows and arrows for a while before they tired of the game。 Now and then all the adults drew together to a conference； like a town…meeting； and what was decided there； each one knew； was binding upon them all。
〃These things at least！〃 Ish thought。 〃These things at least； I have assured for the future。〃 Yet in the meetings； more and more with every year； those who spoke and took action were young men。 Ish； to be sure； presided。 He sat facing all the others； and those wishing to speak rose and addressed him respectfully。 He sat there； holding his hammer or balancing it beside him。 When argument between two of the young men became too heated； Ish pounded with the hammer； and the young men were suddenly quiet and deferential。 But if he himself spoke； though they listened intently； often they paid no attention to his ideas afterward。
So the years flowed…The Year 23 〃Of the Mad Wolf；〃 the Year 24 〃Of the Blackberries；〃 the Year 25 〃Of the Long Rain。〃
Then came the Year 26； and old George was with them no more。 He had been painting on a ladder。 Whether his heart stopped and he fell； or whether he fell accidentally and killed himself by falling； no one ever knew。 But he was gone； and after his death the roofs were never in such good repair； and the trim was never painted。 Maurine lived on； for a while； in the neat house where the pink…fringed bridge…lamps would not light and the console radio would not play and the scarves were crumpled on the tables。 But she too was old； and she died before the year was out。 So they called it the Year when George and Maurine Died。
And still they ran on…27； 28； 29； 30。 It was hard to remember now the names； and how they came。 Was the Good…Corn Year； before the Red…Sunset Year； and did that e after the Year When Evie Died？
Poor Evie！ They buried her next to the others； and in her grave at least she was no different。 All those years she had lived with them； and whether she had been happy no one knew； and whether they had done well to keep her living。 Only once in all those years had she mattered much； and yet for that little time； when Charlie had e； she had seemed very important。 Now that she was gone； the young people scarcely missed her； nevertheless the older ones remembered that her going marked still another broken link with the Old Times。
With Evie gone； only five of the original ones remain