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The
fancy
grew
big
in
his
mind
,
distorted
,
caricatured
,
terrible
.
Because
the
farmers
had
been
killed
at
the
irrigation
ditch
,
these
others
,
Gerard
and
his
family
,
fed
full
.
They
fattened
on
the
blood
of
the
People
,
on
the
blood
of
the
men
who
had
been
killed
at
the
ditch
.
It
was
a
half
-
ludicrous
,
half
-
horrible
“
dog
eat
dog
,
”
an
unspeakable
cannibalism
.
Harran
,
Annixter
,
and
Hooven
were
being
devoured
there
under
his
eyes
.
These
dainty
women
,
his
cousin
Beatrice
and
little
Miss
Gerard
,
frail
,
delicate
;
all
these
fine
ladies
with
their
small
fingers
and
slender
necks
,
suddenly
were
transfigured
in
his
tortured
mind
into
harpies
tearing
human
flesh
.
His
head
swam
with
the
horror
of
it
,
the
terror
of
it
.
Yes
,
the
People
WOULD
turn
some
day
,
and
turning
,
rend
those
who
now
preyed
upon
them
.
It
would
be
“
dog
eat
dog
”
again
,
with
positions
reversed
,
and
he
saw
for
one
instant
of
time
that
splendid
house
sacked
to
its
foundations
,
the
tables
overturned
,
the
pictures
torn
,
the
hangings
blazing
,
and
Liberty
,
the
red
-
handed
Man
in
the
Street
,
grimed
with
powder
smoke
,
foul
with
the
gutter
,
rush
yelling
,
torch
in
hand
,
through
every
door
.
At
ten
o
’
clock
Mrs
.
Hooven
fell
.
Luckily
she
was
leading
Hilda
by
the
hand
at
the
time
and
the
little
girl
was
not
hurt
.
In
vain
had
Mrs
.
Hooven
,
hour
after
hour
,
walked
the
streets
.
After
a
while
she
no
longer
made
any
attempt
to
beg
;
nobody
was
stirring
,
nor
did
she
even
try
to
hunt
for
food
with
the
stray
dogs
and
cats
.
She
had
made
up
her
mind
to
return
to
the
park
in
order
to
sit
upon
the
benches
there
,
but
she
had
mistaken
the
direction
,
and
following
up
Sacramento
Street
,
had
come
out
at
length
,
not
upon
the
park
,
but
upon
a
great
vacant
lot
at
the
very
top
of
the
Clay
Street
hill
.
The
ground
was
unfenced
and
rose
above
her
to
form
the
cap
of
the
hill
,
all
overgrown
with
bushes
and
a
few
stunted
live
oaks
.
It
was
in
trying
to
cross
this
piece
of
ground
that
she
fell
.
She
got
upon
her
feet
again
.
“
Ach
,
Mammy
,
did
you
hurt
yourself
?
”
asked
Hilda
.
“
No
,
no
.
”
“
Is
that
house
where
we
get
those
bread
’
n
milk
?
”
Hilda
pointed
to
a
single
rambling
building
just
visible
in
the
night
,
that
stood
isolated
upon
the
summit
of
the
hill
in
a
grove
of
trees
.
“
No
,
no
,
dere
aindt
no
braid
end
miluk
,
leedle
tochter
.
”
