I would sit down and grab my knees and fall into a dopey sleep. Then a nightmare would wake me up and I"d get up and pound myself and walk around. After a while I"d sit down on the floor and freeze my f.a.n.n.y again.
I seem to remember encountering Noisy Edwards in the crowd and waving my finger under his nose and telling him I had an appointment to knock his block off. I seem to remember him staring back at me as if he couldn"t place me. But I don"t know; I may have dreamed it. I thought I ran across Hank, too, and had a long talk with him, but Hank told me afterwards that he never laid eyes on me the whole time.
After a long time-it seemed a week but the records show it was eight o"clock Sunday morning-they pa.s.sed us out some lukewarm soup. It was wonderful. After that I wanted to leave the building to go to the hospital. I wanted to find Molly and see how Peggy was doing.
They wouldn"t let me. It was seventy below outside and still dropping.
About twenty-two o"clock the lights came on and the worst was over.
We had a decent meal soon after that, sandwiches and soup, and when the Sun came up at midnight they announced that anybody could go outside who cared to risk it. I waited until noon Monday. By then it was up to twenty below and I made a dash for it to the hospital.
Peggy was doing as well as could be expected. Molly had stayed with her and had spent the time in bed with her, huddling up to her to keep her warm. While the hospital had emergency heat, it didn"t have the capacity to cope with any such disaster as had struck us; it was darn near as cold as the Receiving Station. But Peggy had come through it, sleeping most of the time. She even perked up enough to smile and say h.e.l.lo.
Molly"s left arm was in a sling and splinted. I asked how that happened-and then I felt foolish. It had happened in the quake itself but I hadn"t known it and George still didn t know about it; none of the engineers were back.
It didn"t seem possible that she could have done what she did, until I recalled that she carried the stretcher only after Dad had rigged the rope yokes. Molly is all right.
They chased me out and I high-tailed it back to the Receiving Station and ran into Sergei almost at once. He hailed me and I went over to him. He had a pencil and a list and a number of the older fellows were gathered around him. "What"s up?" I said.
"Just the guy I"m looking for," he said. "I had you down for dead. Disaster party-are you in?"
I was in, all right. The parties were made up of older Scouts, sixteen and up, and the younger men, We were sent out on the town"s tractors, one to each road, and we worked in teams of two. I spotted Hank Jones as we were loading and they let us make up a team.
It was grim work. For equipment we had shovels and lists-lists of who lived on which farm. Sometimes a name would have a notation "known to be alive," but more often not. A team would be dropped off with the lists for three or four farms and the tractor would go on, to pick them up on the return trip.
Our job was to settle the doubt about those other names and-theoretically-to rescue anyone still alive.
We didn"t find anyone alive.
The lucky ones had been killed in the quake; the unlucky ones had waited too long and didn"t make it into town. Some we found on the road; they had tried to make it but had started too late. The worst of all were those whose houses hadn"t fallen and had tried to stick it out. Hank and I found one couple just sitting, arms around each other. They were hard as rock.
When we found one, we would try to identify it on the list, then cover it up with snow, several feet deep, so it would keep for a while after it started to thaw.
When we settled with the people at a farm, we rummaged around and found all the livestock we could and carried or dragged their carca.s.ses down to the road, to be toted into town on the tractor and slapped into deep freeze. It seemed a dirty job to do, robbing the dead, but, as Hank pointed out, we would all be getting a little hungry by and by.
Hank bothered me a little; he was merry about the whole thing. I guess it was better to laugh about it, in the long run, and after a while he had me doing it. It was just too big to soak up all at once and you didn"t dare let it get you.
But I should have caught on when we came to his own place. "We can skip it," he said, and checked off the list.
"Hadn"t we better check for livestock?" I said.
"Nope. We"re running short of time. Let"s move on to the Millers" place."
"Did they get out?"
"I don"t know. I didn"t see any of them in town."
The Millers hadn"t gotten out; we barely had time to take care of them before the tractor picked us up. It was a week later that I found out that both of Hank"s parents had been killed in the quake. He had taken time to drag them out and put them into their ice cellar before he had headed for town.
Like myself, Hank had been outside when it hit, still looking at the line up. The fact that the big shock had occurred right after the line up had kept a lot of people from being killed in their beds-but they say that the line up caused the quake, triggered it, that is, with tidal strains, so I guess it sort of evens up. Of course, the line up didn"t actually make the quake; it had been building up to it ever since the beginning of the atmosphere project. Gravity"s books have got to balance.
The colony had had thirty-seven thousand people when the quake hit. The census when we finished it showed less than thirteen thousand. Besides that we had lost every crop, all or almost all the livestock. As Hank said, we"d all be a little hungry by and by.
They dumped us back at the Receiving Station and a second group of parties got ready to leave. I looked for a quiet spot to try to get some sleep.
I was just dozing off, it seemed to me, when somebody shook me. It was Dad. "Are you all right, Bill?"
I rubbed my eyes. "I"m okay. Have you seen Molly and Peggy?"
"Just left them. I"m off duty for a few hours. Bill, have you seen anything of the Schultzes?"
I sat up, wide awake. "No. Have you?"
"No."
I told him what I had been doing and he nodded. "Go back to sleep, Bill. I"ll see if there has been a report on them."
I didn"t go to sleep. He was back after a bit to say that he hadn"t been able to find out anything one way or another. "I"m worried, Bill."
"So am I."
"I"m going out and check up."
"Let"s go."
Dad shook his head. "No need for us both. You get some sleep." I went along, just the same.
We were lucky. A disaster party was just heading down our road and we hitched a ride. Our own farm and the Schultz"s place were among those to be covered on this trip; Dad told the driver that we would check both places and report when we got back to town. That was all right with him.
They dropped us at the turn off and we trudged up toward the Schultz"s house. I began to get the horrors as we went. It"s one thing to pile snow over comparative strangers; it"s another thing entirely to expect to find Mama Schultz or Gretchen with their faces blue and stiff.
I didn"t visualize Papa as dead; people like Papa Schultz don"t diethey just go on forever. Or it feels like that.
But I still wasn"t prepared for what we did find.
We had just come around a little hummock that conceals their house from the road. George stopped and said, "Well, the house is still standing. His quake-proofing held."
I looked at it, then I stared-and then I yelled. "Hey, George! The Tree is gone!" The Tree is gone!"
The house was there, but the apple tree-"the most beautiful tree on Ganymede"-was missing. Just gone. I began to run.
We were almost to the house when the door opened. There stood Papa Schultz.
They were all safe, every one of them. What remained of the tree was ashes in the fireplace. Papa had cut it down as soon as the power went off and the temperature started to drop-and then had fed it, little by little, into the flames.
Papa, telling us about it, gestured at the blackened firebox. "Johann"s folly, they called it. I guess they will not think old Appleseed Johnny quite so foolish now, eh?" He roared and slapped Dad on the shoulders.
"But your tree," I said stupidly.
"I will plant another, many others." He stopped and was suddenly serious. "But your trees, William, your brave little baby trees-they are dead, not?"
I said I hadn"t seen them yet. He nodded solemnly. "They are dead of the cold. Hugo!"
"Yes, Papa."
"Fetch me an apple." Hugo did so and Papa presented it to me. "You will plant again." I nodded and stuck it in my pocket.
They were glad to hear that we were all right, though Mama clucked over Molly"s broken arm. Yo had fought his way over to our place during the first part of the storm, found that we were gone and returned, two frost bitten ears for his efforts. He was in town now to look for us.
But they were all right, every one of them. Even their livestock they had saved-cows, pigs, chickens, people, all huddled together throughout the cold and kept from freezing by the fire from their tree.
The animals were back in the barn, now that power was on again, but the place still showed that they had been there-and smelled of it, too. I think Mama was more upset by the shambles of her immaculate living room than she was by the magnitude of the disaster. I don"t think she realized that most of her neighbors were dead. It hadn"t hit her yet.
Dad turned down Papa Schultz"s offer to come with us to look over our farm. Then Papa said he would see us on the tractor truck, as he intended to go into town and find out what he could do. We had mugs of Mama"s strong tea and some corn bread and left.
I was thinking about the Schultzes and how good it was to find them alive, as we trudged over to our place. I told Dad that it was a miracle.
He shook his head. "Not a miracle. They are survivor types."
"What type is a survivor type?" I asked.
He took a long time to answer that one. Finally he said, "Survivors survive. I guess that is the only way to tell the survivor type for certain."
I said. "We"re survivor types, too, in that case."
"Could be," he admitted. "At least we"ve come through this one."
When I had left, the house was down. In the mean time I had seen dozens of houses down, yet it was a shock to me when we topped the rise and I saw that it really was down. I suppose I expected that after a while I would wake up safe and warm in bed and everything would be all right.
The fields were there, that was all that you could say for it. I sc.r.a.ped the snow off a stretch I knew was beginning to crop. The plants were dead of course and the ground was hard. I was fairly sure that even the earth worms were dead; they had had nothing to warn them to burrow below the frost line.
My little saplings were dead, of course.
We found two of the rabbits, huddled together and stiff, under a drift against what was left of the barn. We didn"t find any of the chickens except one, the first old hen we ever had. She had been setting and her nest wasn"t crushed and had been covered by a piece of the fallen roof of the barn. She was still on it, hadn"t moved and the eggs under her were frozen. I think that was what got me.
I was just a chap who used to have a farm.
Dad had been poking around the house. He came back to the barn and spoke to me. "Well, Bill?"
I stood up. "George, I"ve had it."
"Then let"s go back to town. The truck will be along shortly."
"I mean I"ve really had it!"
"Yes, I know."
I took a look in Peggy"s room first, but Dad"s salvage had been thorough. My accordion was in there, however, with snow from the broken door drifted over the case. I brushed it off and picked it up. "Leave it," Dad said. "It"s safe here and you"ve no place to put it."
"I don"t expect to be back," I said.
"Very well."
We made a bundle of what Dad had gotten together, added the accordion, the two rabbits and the hen, and carried it all down to the road. The tractor showed up presently, we got aboard and Dad chucked the rabbits and chicken on the pile of such that they had salvaged. Papa Schultz was waiting at his turnoff.
Dad and I tried to spot Mabel by the road on the trip back, but we didn"t find her. Probably she had been picked up by an earlier trip, seeing that she was close to town. I was just as well pleased. All right, she had to be salvaged-but I didn"t want the job. I"m not a cannibal.
I managed to get some sleep and a bite to eat and was sent out on another disaster party. The colony began to settle down into some sort of routine. Those whose houses had stood up moved back into them and the rest of us were taken care of in the Receiving Station, much as we had been when our party landed. Food was short, of course, and Ganymede had rationing for the first time since the first colonials really got started.
Not that we were going to starve. In the first place there weren"t too many of us to feed and there had been quite a lot of food on hand. The real pinch would come later. It was decided to set winter back by three months, that is, start all over again with spring-which messed up the calendar from then on. But it would give us a new crop as quickly as possible to make up for the one that we had lost.
Dad stayed on duty with the engineer"s office. Plans called for setting up two more power plants, s.p.a.ced around the equator, and each of them capable of holding the heat trap alone. The disaster wasn"t going to be allowed to happen again. Of course the installations would have to come from Earth, but we had been lucky on one score; Mars was in a position to relay for us. The report had gone into Earth at once and, instead of another load of immigrants, we were to get what we needed on the next trip.
Not that I cared. I had stayed in town, too, although the Schultzes had invited me to stay with them. I was earning my keep helping to rebuild and quakeproof the houses of the survivors. It had been agreed that we would all go back, George, Molly, Peggy, and me, on the first trip, if we could get s.p.a.ce. It had been unanimous except that Peggy hadn"t been consulted; it just had to be.
We weren"t the only ones who were going back. The Colonial Commission had put up a squawk of course, but under the circ.u.mstances they had to give in. After it had been made official and the lists were opened Dad and I went over to the Commission agent"s office to put in our applications. We were about the last to apply; Dad had been out of town on duty and I had waited until he got back.
The office was closed with a "Back in a half hour" sign stuck on the door. We waited. There were bulletin boards outside the office; on them were posted the names of those who had applied for repatriation. I started reading them to kill time and so did Dad.
I found Saunders" name there and pointed it out to George. He grunted and said, "No loss." Noisy Edwards" name was there, too; maybe I had had seen him in the Receiving Station, although I hadn"t seen him since. It occurred to me that I could probably corner him in the ship and pay him back his lumps, but I wasn"t really interested in the project. I read on down. seen him in the Receiving Station, although I hadn"t seen him since. It occurred to me that I could probably corner him in the ship and pay him back his lumps, but I wasn"t really interested in the project. I read on down.
I expected to find Hank Jones" name there, but I couldn"t find it. I started reading the list carefully, paying attention to every name I recognized. I began to see a pattern.
Presently the agent got back and opened the door. Dad touched my arm. "Come on, Bill."
I said, "Wait a minute, George. You read all the names?"
"Yes, I did."
"I"ve been thinking. You know, George, I don"t like like being cla.s.sed with these lugs." being cla.s.sed with these lugs."
He chewed his lip. "I know exactly what you mean."
I took the plunge. "You can do as you like, George, but I"m not going home, if I ever do, until I"ve licked this joint."
Dad looked as unhappy as he could look. He was silent for a long time, then he said, "I"ve got to take Peggy back, Bill. She won"t go unless Molly and I go along. And she"s got to go."
"Yes, I know."
"You understand how it is, Bill?"
"Yes, Dad, I understand." He went on in to make out his application, whistling a little tune he used to whistle just after Anne died. I don"t think he knew he was whistling it.
I waited for him and after a bit we went away together.
I moved back out to the farm the next day. Not to the Schultzes-to the farm. I slept in Peggy"s room and got busy fixing the place up and getting ready to plant my emergency allowance of seed.
Then, about two weeks before they were to leave in the Covered Wagon, Covered Wagon, Peggy died, and there wasn"t any reason for any of us to go back to Earth. Peggy died, and there wasn"t any reason for any of us to go back to Earth.