gs.earthabides-第12部分
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her。 After all； he had not wished to take her along in the first place。 If now she chose to abandon him in the desert and go off after the first chance rabbit； what debt had he toward her？ He slipped the car into gear； and drove ahead。 But he stopped after only a few yards。 It seemed too mean a desertion。 The dog would probably find no water in the desert； and that would be a horrible end。 In some way he had aheady incurred obligations to the beagle； even though she seemed to be using him for her own ends。 He shivered in his loneliness and depression。
After a while； a quarter of an hour perhaps； he was suddenly aware that the beagle had returned。 He had not heard her； she had merely appeared。 She lay down panting； her tongue hanging out。 He felt sudden uncontrollable anger against her。 He thought wildly of all those vague dangers to which her foolishness seemed to expose him。 If he could not leave her to die of thirst in the desert； at least he could put her to a quick end。 He got out of the car carrying the shot…gun。
Then； as he looked down； he saw the dog lying with its head between its forepaws； panting still from the run。 She did not bother to move； but he could vaguely see her large eyes lifted up toward him with the touch of whites along the bottom。 Having had her fun chasing the rabbit； she had now e back to her man； the one she had adopted and who had proved extremely useful to supply tasty food out of cans and to transport her to a lovely country which supplied real rabbits for chasing。 Suddenly Ish relaxed； and laughed。
With the laughter； something broke inside of him； and was as if a load had rolled away。 〃After all；〃 he thought； 〃what am I afraid of？ Nothing more than my death can happen。 That has e to most people already。 Why should I be afraid of that？ It can be nothing worse than that。〃
He felt infinite relief。 He strode half a dozen steps do the road； springily； giving his body a chance to express what his mind felt。
And surely this was more than the dropping off of any momentary burden。 This was a kind of great Declaration of Independence。 He had boldly stepped up to Fate； and slapped Fate in the face； and dared Fate to do the worst。
Thereupon he resolved that if he was to live at all he would live without fear。 After all； he had escaped a nearly universal disaster。
With a quick decision he hurried to the rear of the car； undid the lashing； and dumped the motorcycle。 No longer would he take all these overcautious precautions。 There might not be any Fate which objected to people playing the game too safely。 But； even if there were not； such playing was too much trouble。 He would take his chances from now on； and at least enjoy fife without fear； as long as he lived it。 Was he not living； as they said； on borrowed time？
〃Well； e on； Princess；〃 he said ironically； 〃let's get going。〃 And as he said it； he realized that he had at last named the dog。 That was a good name； its very triteness seemed to connect him with the old days； and at least she was The Princess； always expecting him to take care of her with the best of service； repaying him only incidentally； in so far as she took him away from thoughts of himself。
Yet； reconsidering； he did not go any farther that night。 With his new…found sense of freedom he rather enjoyed merely taking additional chances。 He pulled the sleeping…bag out。 Unrolling it； he lay on the sand under the slight shelter of a mesquite bush。 Princess lay beside him； and went soundly to sleep； tired from her run。 Once he awoke in the night； and lay calm at last。 He had passed through so much； and now he seemed to know a calm which would never pass。 Once Princess whimpered in her sleep； and he saw her legs twitch as if she were still chasing the rabbit。 Then she lay quiet； he； too； slept away。
When he awoke； finally； the dawn was lemon yellow above the desert hills。 He was cold； and he found Princess close up against his sleeping…bag。 He crawled out just as the sun was rising。
This is the desert； the wilderness。 It began a long time ago。 After a while； men came。 They camped at the springs and left chips of stone scattered about in the sand there； and worefaint trails through the lines of the mesquite bushes； but you could hardly tell that they had been there。 Still later； they laid down railroads； and strung up wires； and made long straight roads。 Still； in parison with the whole desert； you could hardly tell that men had been there； and ten yards asidefrom the steel rails or the concrete pavement； it was all the same。 After a while； the men went away； leaving their works behind them。
There is plenty of time in the desert。 A thousand years are as a day。 The sand drifts； and in the high winds even the gravel moves； but it is all very slow。 Now and then； once in a century； it may be； there es a cloudburst； and the long…dry streambeds roar with water； rolling boulders。 Given ten centuries perhaps； the fissures of the earth will open again and the black lava pourforth。
But as the desert was slow to yield before man； so it will be slow to wipe out his traces。 e back in a thousand years； and you will still see the chips of stone scattered through the sand and the long road stretching off to the gap in the kmfelike hills on the horizon。 There will be little rust； and even the iron rails may be there。 As for the copper wires； they are next to immortal。 This is the desert； the wilderness…slow to give； and slow to take away。
For a while the speedometer needle stood at 80； and he drove with the wild joy of freedom； fearless at the thought of a tire blowing out。 Later； he slowed down a little； and began to look around with new interest； his trained geographer's mind focusing upon that drama of man's passing。 In this country； he saw little difference。
When he came to Needles； the gasoline…gauge stood nearly at empty。 Electric power had failed； and the gas…pumps would not work。 With a little search he found a gasoline depot at the edge of town； and filled his tank from one of the drums。 He went on。
Crossing the Colorado River； he entered Arizona； and the road began to rise up among sharp； rocky crags。 Here； at last he saw cattle。 Half a dozen steers and two cows with their calves stood in a draw near the road。 They raised their heads； idly； when he stopped the car to look them over。 These desert' cattle； unless when grazing near the road； scarcely saw a man from one month's end to the other。 Twice a year； the cowboys came out to round them up。 The passing of man would make no difference here； except that actually the herds would breed more rapidly。 After a time； perhaps； they might have troubles with overgrazed range； but before then the long…drawn howl of the lobo wolves would re…echo again through these ravines； and there would be a new means of control…of numbers。 In the end； however； he had no doubt that the cattle and the wolves would strike off some unconscious balance and that the cattle； bereft of man； would continue to thrive。
Farther on； near the old mining…town of Oatman； he saw two burros。 Whether they had merely been wandering about the vicinity of the town at the time of the catastrophe； or whether they had been some that had gone wild； already； he did not know； but they seemed well contented。 He got out of the car； and tried approaching them； but they scampered away； keeping their distance。 Returning to the car he loosed the yapping Princess' ； and she made a wild dash at the two strange animals。 The jack laid down his ears； and charged upon her with lips drawn back from teeth and lashing forefeet。 Princess turned sharply and scuttled to the car and the protection of her man。 The jack； thought Ish； would be more than a match for any wolf； and even a mountain…lion might well regret pressing an attack。
He passed the summit above Oatman； and well down the other side he came for the first time to a partial block in the road。 At some time during the last few days a fierce desert thunderstorm must have swept across this edge of the moun_ tains。 When the water came tearing down the wash； the culvert had plugged and water had streamed across the road； carrying sand。 He got out to investigate。 In ordinary times； a road…crew would soon have been along。 They would have cleared the sand from the road and opened the culvert again； and everything would have been as before。 But now； the culvert remained plugged； and the few inches of sand remained on the road； and when he looked at the lower side of the pavement he saw that the washing water had already cut out half a foot of dirt from under the lower side of the concrete。 Now； at the next storm； still more sand would wash across； and still more dirt would be cut away from the underside。 In a few years the concrete might begin to crack away from where it was undercut； and the sand and gravel would pile up still higher on the road itself。 Now； however； there was no serious question of passability。 He drove the car over the sand。
〃A road is as strong as its weakest link；〃； he thought； wondering how long it would be possible to travel as he was traveling now。 That night he slept again in a bed； helping himself to a place in the best tourist…court in Kingma
