gs.earthabides-第49节

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　　〃Down　by　the　big　oak　tree。〃　
　　Just　then　they　heard　the　loud　sound　of　yelling；　and　Ish　knew　that　someone　had　made　a　good　maneuver　at　dodging。　
　　〃Well；　I　guess　I　might　as　well　go　down　and　see　the　national　sport；〃　he　said；　though　he　knew　the　irony　would　be　wasted。　
　　〃Yes；〃　said　Mary；　and　began　to　stroll　back　with　her　baby　toward　her　own　house。　200　
　　Ish　went　off　on　the　path　down　the　hill；　across　lots；　through　what　had　once　been　someone's　backyard。　〃National　sport！〃　he　was　still　thinking　to　himself　bitterly；　although　he　realized　that　the　bitterness　might　be　partly　because　his　own　triumphant　entry　had　been　spoiled。　He　heard　another　shout　from　ahead　which　indicated　that　again　someone　put　himself　within　a　few　inches　of　the　bull's　homs。　
　　Bull…dodging　was　dangerous；　too；　although　actually　no　one　had　ever　been　killed　or　even　badly　hurt。　Ish　rather　disapproved　of　the　whole　business；　but　he　did　not　feel　that　he　was　in　a　position　to　set　himself　firmly　against　it。　The　boys　needed　some　way　to　get　rid　of　their　energy；　and　perhaps　they　even　needed　something　dangerous。　By　and　large；　life　was　perhaps　too　quiet　and　too　safe　these　days。　Possibly…the　image　of　Mary　came　to　his　mind　again…too　safe　and　unadventurous　life　tended　to　produce　stolid　people。　These　days　children　never　had　to　be　warned　against　crossing　the　street　because　of　automobiles；　and　there　were　dozens　of　other　daily　hazards　of　the　old　civilization　such　as　the　mon　cold；　not　to　mention　atomic　bombs；　which　nobody　ever　needed　to　consider。　You　had　the　ordinary　run　of　sprains；　cuts；　and　bruises；　what　you　expected　among　people　living　largely　in　the　open；　and　handling　tools　like　hatchets　and　knives。　Once；　too；　Molly　had　burned　her　hands　badly；　and　there　had　been　a　near…drowning　when　a　three…year…old　had　slipped　from　the　pier　at　fishing。　
　　Now　he　came　into　the　edge　of　the　little　open　space　on　the　side　of　the　hill；　fairly　level；　close　to　the　flat　rock　where　the　numerals　of　the　years　were　incised。　It　had　once　been　a　park。　The　bull　was　being　played　in　the　center　of　the　grassy　spot。　It　was　not　a　lawn　such　as　you　expected　in　a　park。　The　grass　was　a　foot　tall　at　this　time　of　year；　and　would　have　been　taller　if　it　had　not　been　eaten　down；　by　cattle　and　elk。　
　　Harry；　Molly's　fifteen…year…old；　was　playing　the　bull；　and　Ish's　own　Walt　was　backing　him　up…what　they　called　〃playing　halfback〃…a　bit　of　jargon　surviving　from　the　Old　Times。　Although　Ish　did　not　consider　himself　an　expert；　his　first　glance　was　enough　to　let　him　know　that　this　particular　bull　was　not　very　dangerous。　He　must　have　been　of　almost　pure　Hereford　blood；　and　still　had　the　red　coat　with　the　white　face　and　front　markings。　Nevertheless　he　showed　the　cumulative　effects　of　ancestors　who　for　twenty…one　years　had　lived　as；　range　cattle；　knowing　no　man…supplied　shelter　or　food　and　surviving　as　best　they　could。　The　legs　were　longer；　the　barrel　of　the　body；　slimmer；　the　horns；　bigger。　At　the　moment；　there　was　a　pause　in　the　game　as　the　already　tiring　bull　stood　uncertain；　and　Harry　was　taunting　him　to　charge。　
　　At　the　edge　of　the　glade　among　the　trees　on　the　uphill　side；　the　spectators　were　sitting…almost　everybody　from　the　munity　in　fact；　including　Jeanie　with　her　baby。　Among　the　trees　they　would　have　no　trouble　getting　out　of　the　road　of　the　bull；　if　by　any　chance　he　should　suddenly　decide　to　leave　the　open　ground。　There　were　several　dogs　to　be　loosed　in　an　emergency；　and　Jack　sat　with　a　rifle　across　his　knees。　
　　The　bull　suddenly　came　to　life；　and　charged　ponderously　uphill　with　enough　power　to　have　wiped　out　twenty　boys。　But　Harry　dodged　neady；　and　the　bull　came　to　a　halting　stop；　uncertain　and　confused。　
　　A　little　girl　（she　was　Jean's　Betty）　sprang　suddenly　from　the　group；　and　cried　out　that　she　wanted　to　take　over。　She　was　a　wild；　dashing　little　figure；　her　skirts　tucked　up　high　around　her　thighs；　her　long　sun…tanned　legs　flashing　back　and　forth　in　the　sunshine。　Harry　yielded　place　to　his　half…sister。　The　bull　was　tired　now；　and　fit　for　a　girl　to　take　over。　Betty；　aided　by　Walt；　managed　to　provoke　a　few　charges　which　were　of　no　difficulty　to　dodge。　And　then；　suddenly；　a　little　boy　cried　out　loudly；　〃I'm　going　in！〃　
　　It　was　Joey。　Ish　frowned；　but　he　knew　that　he　would　not　have　to　exert　himself　to　forbid　it。　Joey　was　only　nine；　and　it　was　strictly　against　the　rules　for　anyone　so　young　to　try　bulldodging；　even　as　halfback。　The　older　boys　enforced　this　discipline　quickly　enough。　They　were　kindly；　but　firm。　
　　〃Aah；　Joey；〃　said　Bob　from　his　age　of　sixteen；　〃you're　not　big　enough　yet。　You've　got　to　wait　a　couple　of　years；　anyway。〃　
　　〃Yeah？〃　said　Joey。　〃I'm　as　good　as　Walt　is；　anyway。〃　
　　The　way　he　said　it；　suggested　to　Ish　that　Joey　might　have　been　doing　a　little　practice　on　his　own；　sneaking　off　to　find　some　easy…looking　bull　and　playing　it　for　a　while；　perhaps　with　the　aid　of　Josey；　his　devoted　twin　sister。　Ish　felt　a　quick　coldness　pass　through　him　at　the　thought　of　any　danger　to　Joey…to　Joey；　particularly。　
　　After　a　few　more　half…hearted　protests；　however；　Joey　had　to　subside。　
　　By　this　time　the　bull；　fat　from　the　good　grazing；　was　thoroughly　tired　and　winded。　He　stood；　only　pawing　the　grass　a　little；　while　the　wildly　cavorting　Betty　swarmed　around　him；　and　even　turned　a　handspring。　But　the　sport　was　obviously；　over；　and　the　spectators　began　to　drift　off。　The　older　boys　called　to　Betty　and　Walter。　Suddenly　the　bull；　much　to　his　relief；　doubtless；　was　merely　left　standing　alone　in　the　center　of　the　grassy　spot。　
　　Back　at　the　houses；　Ish　went　to　look　at　the　well；　to　see　how　much　work　had　been　done　during　the　day。　He　found　that　it　had　been　sunk　only　a　foot　or　so。　Shovels　and　picks　were　left　scattered　about。　All　too　obviously；　the　easygoing　nature　of　the　munity　and　the　special　attraction　of　bull…dodging　had　prevented　much　labor　being　performed。　Ish　looked　at　the　shallow　hole　a　little　grimly。　
　　Yet　during　the　day　enough　water　had　been　carted　in　from　a　spring　to　provide　plenty　for　all　practical　purposes。　At　dinner　the　veal　roast　was　extremely　good；　and　the　only　thing　lacking　to　make　a　really　excellent　meal　for　Ish　was　that　his　Napa　Gamay　had　soured　a　little　in　the　bottle；　after　standing　for　better　than　a　quarter…century；　if　the　vintage…date　on　the　label　could　be　trusted。　
　　
　　Chapter　4
　　He　planned　that　the　boys　should　leave　on　the　fourth　day。　That　was　another　difference　between　the　Old　Times　and　these　now。　Then　it　was　all　so　plicated　that　anything　important　had　to　be　worked　out　a　long　time　ahead；　now　you　just　decided　on　something；　and　did　it。　Besides；　the　season　of　the　year　was　favorable；　and　he　feared　that　delay　would　only　permit　the　enthusiasm　for　the　expedition　to　seep　away。　
　　Throughout　the　intervening　days　he　kept　the　boys　busy。　He　practiced　them　at　driving。　He　took　them　to　the　garage　again；　and　picked　up　some　spare　parts；　such　as　a　fuel…pump　and　a　coil。　To　the　best　of　his　ability　he　showed　them　how　to　change　parts；　and　they　practiced　a　little。　
　　〃Or；〃　he　said；　〃you　might　find　it　easier；　if　you　have　trouble；　to　stop　in　at　some　garage　and　get　another　one　running；　just　as　we　did　here。　That　might　be　easier　than　to　try　patching　this　one。〃　
　　But　most　of　all　Ish　enjoyed　the　planning　of　the　route。　In　the　service　stations　he　found　road…maps；　yellow　and　faded。　He　studied　them　eagerly；　bringing　into　play　his　old　knowledge　of　the　land；　trying　to　imagine　how　flood　and　windstorm　and　treegrowth　would　have　affected　the　roads　at　different　points。　
　　〃Head　south　first；　for　Los　Angeles；〃　he　concluded　finally。　〃That　was　a　big　center　of　population　in　the　Old　Times。　There　are　probably　some　people　left；　maybe　a　munity。〃　
　　On　the　map　he　let　his　glance　run　southward　toward　Los　Angeles；　following　the　old　familiar　red　lines　of　the　routes。　
　　〃Try　99　first；〃　he　said。　〃You　can　probably　get　through。　If　it's　blocked　in　the　mountains　turn　back　toward　Bakersfield　and　work　across　to　466；　and　try　it　over　Tehachapi　Pass。。。。〃　
　　He　paused；　and　in　the　pause　he　suddenly　felt　his　throat　tight；　and　his　eyes　brimming。　Nostalgia　filled　him。　The　names；　it　must　have　been；　that　did　it！　Burbank；　Hollywood；　Pasadena…once　they　had　been　living　towns。　He　had　known　them。　Now　coyotes　hunted　jack…rabbits　through　their　drought…stricken　parks　and　back…lots。　Yet　all　the　names　still　stood　out　black　and　plain　on　the　maps。　
　　He　swallowed　and　winked；　for　he　saw　the　two　boys　looking　at　him。　
　　〃O。K。；〃　he　said　briskly。　〃From　Los　Angeles；　or　from　Barstow；　if　you　can't　make　Los　Angeles；　take　66　east。　That　was　the　way　I　went。　Across　the　desert；　things　should　be　easy。　But　watch　your　water。　If　the　Colorado　River　bridge　is　there；　well　and　good。　If　not；　swing　north　and　try　the　road　across　Boulder　Dam。　The　dam　will　be　there　still；　certainly。〃　
　　On　the　maps　he　showed　them　how　to　figure　out　alternate　routes；　if　they　found　themselves　blocked　anywhere。　But　with　the　jeep　he　thought　that　they　could　usually　get　through　with　no　more　than　the　occasional　cutting　back　of　a　fallen　tree；　or　an　hour's　work　with　pick　and　shovel　to　make　a　track　across　a　landslide。　After　all；　even　in　twenty…one　years；　the　great　highways　would　not　be　entirely　blocked。　
　　〃You　may　have　some　trouble　in　Arizona；〃　he　went　on。　〃After　you