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e felt the ceremony to be meaningless； and talk in the presence of death to be almost an impertinence。 Yet also he felt himself close to something very ancient in humanity； perhaps something also very significant for the future。 Suddenly he was imagining himself an anthropologist of thousands of years in the future； one who was investigating the life of people just subsequent to the Great Disaster。 〃Little is known of their culture；〃 he would write。 〃From the discovery of certain graves； however； it is known that they practiced inhumation。〃
When Ezra began to talk； Ish became a little fearful； there were many things that might be said wrong on the occasion。 But as soon as Ezra was well started； Ish knew that he should have had more trust。 Ezra had not looked up old funeral services。 He did not mouth traditional words。 He did not speak of a hope beyond the grave。 Of all who stood there； only George and Maurine； and perhaps Molly； would have found fort in such words。 You found it hard to think of such a thing when across the tradition of the past lay the broad black mark of the Great Disaster。
So Ezra； who knew people； talked a little of each of the children。 He told some small pleasing story of each of them； something which he remembered and which the others might like to remember。
Last of all； he began to talk of Joey； and Ish felt himself suddenly weak。 But Ezra did not talk of any remarkable thing that Joey had done and did not even mention that a year had been named for him。 Instead； he began to tell of some little incident of play； as with the others。
As Ezra talked of Joey； Ish saw some of the children begin to cast quick sidelong glances at him。 They knew the special bond that had connected Joey and his father。 Were they wondering whether he； Ish； would step forward at the last moment？ He； the Old One； the American； who knew all that strange knowledge…would he step forward at the last moment； and hold his hammer before him stiffly； and declare that Joey was not gone； that Joey still lived； that Joey would e back to them？ Would the earth of that little mound begin to stir？
But Ish noticed only their quick glances； sidelong and furtive。 They said nothing。 And whatever they thought； he knew that he could work no miracle。
When Ezra finished talking of Joey； he continued speaking more in general。 Why did he not stop？ Ish felt something wrong。 This service should not drag on！
Then abruptly Ezra brought himself to a close； and at the same moment Ish became conscious of another change。 All the world was suddenly brighter。 The first edge of the sun had risen above the ridge…line！
Ish suddenly did not know whether to be pleased or dismayed。 〃Well planned！〃 he thought。 〃But a stage…trick！〃 Then； looking around； he saw that the others were happy。 He too relaxed； and even though he recognized the theatrical touch； he was forted。
The return of the sun！ That age…old symbol！ Ezra had been too honest to promise immortality； but he had chosen his timing； and had the luck of a clear morning。 Whether you thought of personal resurrection or merely of the continuance of the race； the symbol was there。
Now the lanes of yellow sunlight stretched out between the long shadows of the tall dark trees。
In this also we are men； that we think of the dead。 Once it was not so； and when one of us died； he lay where he lay by the cave…mouth and we ran in and out there； not standing quite upright as we ran。 Now we stand upright； and now also we think of the dead。
So； when the rade lies there； we do not let him lie where he died。 And we do not take him by the legs carelessly； and drag him into the forest for the foxes and woodrats to gnaw on。 We do not cast him into the river carelessly for the stream to float him away。
No； but rather we lay him where the ground is hollowed out a little and there cover him with leaves and branches。 So he shall return to the earth； whence all things came。
Or else we lay him to rest among the tree…branches； and give him to the air。 Then； if the black birds e streaming from far to pluck at him； that too is right； for they are the creatures of the air。
Or else we give him to the bright and hot cleanliness of fire。
Then we go about our life as before； and soon we forget； like the beasts。 But this at least we have done； and when we shall no longer do it； then we shall no longer be men。
After the ceremony at the graves was over； they all walked back to the houses through the early sunshine。 Ish began to wish that he could be alone。 He did not feel it right； however； to leave Em at this time。 Before long she must have sensed how he was feeling； and she took the initiative。
〃Go on；〃 she said。 〃It will be better for you to take a walk； and be by yourself for a while。〃
He decided to go。 As he had feared； the funeral service had stirred him deeply。 Some people sought pany in time of grief； but he was one who rather should be alone。 He did not worry about Em； she was stronger than he。
He took no lunch with him； because he did not feel hungry。 In any case he could always step into a store； and pick out some cans。 He did not strap his pistol…belt around him； though it was routine not to go far from the houses without some kind of weapon。 At the last moment； however； he hesitated uncertainly； and then took the hammer from the mantelpiece。
The very fact that he took it troubled him a little。 Why was it ing to loom so large in his thoughts？ It was by no means his oldest possession； because scattered throughout the house were things which he had owned and could remember even from the time of his small boyhood。 But still none of them was like the hammer。 Perhaps it was because he associated it particularly with his survival in the first days。 And yet he did not believe what the children seemed to believe about the hammer。
He walked away from the house； not caring in what direction he wandered； so long as he could be by himself。 The hammer dangling from one hand was a nuisance。 He began to feel an irritation against it。 Was it really ing to be a superstition in his mind too； as it was in the minds of the children？
Well； why did he not simply lay the hammer down； and pick it up on his way home？ Or pick it up tomorrow？ Yet； he did not lay it down。
He realized that not merely the temporary inconvenience of the hammer was irritating him against it； but rather his feeling that it was ing to be a fixation with him。 He made a sudden resolve to be done with it。 He would not let his mind be imposed upon。 As he had once before imagined himself doing； he would walk down to the Bay； and out on the old wharf； then he would throw the hammer violently； far out into the waves。 It would sink through them deep into the soft mud beneath； and that would be the end。 He walked on。 Then the memory of Joey flooded over him again； and as he walked； he thought no more of the hammer。
After a while he came out of his sorrow； and realized that he was actually walking and carrying the hammer。 Then he knew that he was not heading toward the Bay； in spite of his decision。 He was walking south； not west。
〃It would be a long walk to the Bay； and I am still not strong；〃 he said to himself。 〃There is no use walking so far just to get rid of this old hammer。 I can throw it into any gully among the bushes； and I shall soon forget where I threw it。〃
Then he knew again that his mind was trying to deceive him and that even if he threw the hammer into a gully he would not forget where he had thrown it and would not lose it in that way。 He quit his pretense； for he knew that he did not want to be separated from the hammer and that it had e to mean a great deal to him in some strange way。 At the same time he realized why he was walking south and where subconsciously his mind was already directing his feet。
He was following the broad street which led toward the University campus。 He had not been there for a long time。 As he walked； his sorrow was still with him； but in some way now it had ceased to be so overwhelming； as if his decision about the hammer had made some change。
Now； as so often before； he looked around him； and the mere pageant of the years seized his interest； and took his mind away from his grief。 This particular section had suffered badly in the earthquake。 There was a gully all the way across the old concrete pavement； some crack of the earthquake had made the break； rain and running water had widened and deepened it； and now trees and bushes were standing up from the line of the gully all the way across the wide street。 Swinging the hammer to give him momentum； he jumped the four…foot gap from one edge of the pavement to the other； and was pleased that his legs； in spite of his illness； were not too weak。
As he walked along； he saw the houses on both sides of the street； fallen into ruin now； what with the earthquake and the mere passage of time。 Vines climbed high upon them。 Encroaching trees had thrown porches out of line。
Everywhere he observed the struggle between the native plants which were moving back into the gardens； and the exotics which once had been planted there and carefully tended。
He looked closely at these overgrown gardens； thus to take his mind off worse things。 He tried to discover what plants were no longer in existence。 He saw no wisteria or camellia or coprosma though they had once been mon。 But the tall climbing rose…vines were still vigorous。 A large and handsome evergreen tree he recognized as a deodar； native to the Himalayas。 It was still growing vigorously； but looking beneath it； he found no seedlings。 Apparently it could live there； but would not reproduce。 On the other hand beneath a eucalyptus tree； a species native to Australia； he found seedlings which had sprouted up through the litter of leaves in which nothing else would grow。
ing to the campus； he passed first through a grove of Italian stone…pines。 Here； everything looked less confused than it had in the gardens along the street； because the pines had spread and formed a canopy beneath which little grass grew。 The effect was still park…like。
Near one of the trees he saw a large rattlesnake lying in the sunshine。 It seemed torpid； not yet quite revived from the chill of the night。 He could easily kill it。 He hesitated a moment； but went on。
No…he had once been bitten and still remembered something of that horror。 But he held no enmity to the whole tribe of rattlesnakes。 In fact； that bite had possibly saved his life。 Perhaps； rather than being hostile； he should be grateful； and form a rattlesnake clan around that totem。 No； not that either。 He would be neutral。
Then he realized that this attitude of his applied to more than just rattlesnakes。 He had noticed it in the younger people also。 In the times of civilization men had really felt themselves as the masters of creation。 Everything had been good or bad in relation to man。 So you killed rattlesnakes。 But now nature had bee so overwhelming that any attempt at its control was merely outside anyone's circle of thought。 You lived as part of it； not as its dominating power。 To bother with killing one rattlesnake was foolish； because you had no chance of exterritinating them or even of appreciably changing their number。 If one of them came near the houses； you killed it of course； to protect the children。 But you did not go crusading against rattlesnakes； any more than you did against mountain…lions。
He passed on； went down an almost overgrown stone stairway； and crossed a wooden bridge。 He felt it shaky with rot beneath his feet。 It had been an old bridge； he remembered； even when he was a boy。 Along the stream the thicket was dense； and he had to push his way through； although underfoot he felt that he was still on an asphalt walk。
He heard a rustle somewhere in the thicket； and for a moment was nervous to be without a weapon。 It might be a mountain…lion。 Wolves or wild dogs also were likely to haunt these thickety stream…courses。
But as he burst through into the open again； he saw only some deer loping off through the trees。
High on his left； now； rose up one of the University buildings。 He could not remember what depar