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Rearden
smiled
.
"
There
’
s
something
to
be
said
for
the
wilderness
.
I
’
m
beginning
to
like
it
.
New
country
that
nobody
’
s
discovered
.
"
She
nodded
gaily
.
"
It
’
s
good
soil
—
look
at
the
way
things
grow
.
I
’
d
clear
that
brush
and
I
’
d
build
a
—
"
And
then
they
stopped
smiling
.
The
corpse
they
saw
in
the
weeds
by
the
roadside
was
a
rusty
cylinder
with
bits
of
glass
—
the
remnant
of
a
gas
-
station
pump
.
It
was
the
only
thing
left
visible
.
The
few
charred
posts
,
the
slab
of
concrete
and
the
sparkle
of
glass
dust
—
which
had
been
a
gas
station
—
were
swallowed
in
the
brush
,
not
to
be
noticed
except
by
a
careful
glance
,
not
to
be
seen
at
all
in
another
year
.
They
looked
away
.
They
drove
on
,
not
wanting
to
know
what
else
lay
hidden
under
the
miles
of
weeds
.
They
felt
the
same
wonder
like
a
weight
in
the
silence
between
them
:
wonder
as
to
how
much
the
weeds
had
swallowed
and
how
fast
.
The
road
ended
abruptly
behind
the
turn
of
a
hill
.
What
remained
was
a
few
chunks
of
concrete
sticking
out
of
a
long
,
pitted
stretch
of
tar
and
mud
.
The
concrete
had
been
smashed
by
someone
and
carted
away
;
even
weeds
could
not
grow
in
the
strip
of
earth
left
behind
.
On
the
crest
of
a
distant
hill
,
a
single
telegraph
pole
stood
slanted
against
the
sky
,
like
a
cross
over
a
vast
grave
.
It
took
them
three
hours
and
a
punctured
tire
to
crawl
in
low
gear
through
trackless
soft
,
through
gullies
,
then
down
ruts
left
by
cart
wheels
—
to
reach
the
settlement
that
lay
in
the
valley
beyond
the
hill
with
the
telegraph
pole
.
A
few
houses
still
stood
within
the
skeleton
of
what
had
once
been
an
industrial
town
.
Everything
that
could
move
,
had
moved
away
;
but
some
human
beings
had
remained
.
The
empty
structures
were
vertical
rubble
;
they
had
been
eaten
,
not
by
time
,
but
by
men
:
boards
torn
out
at
random
,
missing
patches
of
roofs
,
holes
left
in
gutted
cellars
.
It
looked
as
if
blind
hands
had
seized
whatever
fitted
the
need
of
the
moment
,
with
no
concept
of
remaining
in
existence
the
next
morning
.
The
inhabited
houses
were
scattered
at
random
among
the
ruins
;
the
smoke
of
their
chimneys
was
the
only
movement
visible
in
town
.
