Apocalyptic fiction; England -- Fiction; Epidemics -- Fiction; Science fiction
But as they approached Pinner the signs of devastation and desertion
began to give way. Here and there women could be seen working in
the fields; one or two children scuttled away before the approach
of the Goslings and hid in the hedges, children who had evidently
grown furtive and suspicious, intimidated by the experiences of the
past two months; and when the outlying houses were reached--detached
suburban villas, once occupied by relatively wealthy middle-class
employers--it was evident that efforts were being made to restore
the wreckage of kitchen gardens.
The Goslings had reached the point at which the wave had broken
after its great initial energy was spent. Somewhere about this
fifteen-mile limit, varying somewhat according to local conditions,
the real disintegration of the crowd had begun. As the numerous tokens
of the road had shown, a great number of women and children--possibly
one-fifth of the whole crowd--had died of starvation and disease before
any harbour was reached. From this fifteen-mile circle outwards, an
increasing number had been stayed in their flight by the opportunities
of obtaining food. Work was urgently demanded for the future, but the
determining factor was the present supply of food, and the constriction
of immediate supply had decided the question of how great a proportion
of the women and children should remain. Here, about Pinner, was more
land than the limited number of workers could till, but little of it
was arable, and this year there would be almost no harvest of grain.
Vaguely, Blanche realized this. She remembered Aunt May's advice to
keep her eyes open, and looking about her as she walked she found
little promise of security in the grass fields and the rare signs of
human activity.
Mrs Gosling, eager to find some home at any price, expressed her usual
optimistic opinion with regard to the value of money. She saw signs of
life again, at last, conditions familiar to her. She thought that they
were returning once more to some kind of recognizable civilization,
and began, with some renewal of her old vigour, to advise that they
should find an hotel or inn and take "a good look round" before going
any further.
Millie, heartened by her mother's belief, was of much the same opinion,
and Blanche was summoned from the pole to listen to the proposition.
She shook her head stubbornly.
"I'm not going to argue it out all over again," she said. "You can
just look round and see for yourselves that there's no food to be
got here. We must get further out."
Mrs Gosling refused to be convinced, and advanced her superior
knowledge of the world to support her judgment of the case.
"Oh! very well," said Blanche, at last. "Come on to the inn and see
for yourselves."
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