Part 64 (2/2)

”Papa, is it far?”

”Hah, you are anxious! No, it is not far. Maybe five miles, right over the bridge.”

”Will we have to stay long?”

Mr. Nielson frowned.

”I told Mama we would be back before dark. Don't you want to go, after what I told you, after what you said?”

Two children playing in a yard went by slowly.

”Don't you want to go, Lars?”

”Yes, Papa. I want to.”

”Good. You don't know, you never saw anything like a carnival, never.”

Lars closed his mouth and thought of colors. The children touched his mind and he thought of the blue dishes in his home. He opened his eyes, saw the pale road and thought of black nothing. Wind came through the open windows, tossing his brown hair and clawing gently at his face and he thought of the liquid green in a cat's eyes.

Mr. Nielson hummed notes from an old song, increasing pressure on the accelerator cautiously.

Soon the road became a white highway and other cars went whistling by. Signboards appeared, houses, roadside cafes, gasoline stations and little wooden stands full of ripe fruit.

And then, people. People walking and leaning and playing ball and some merely sitting.

Everything, whirling by now in tiny glimpses.

Lars tried to force his eyes shut, but could not. He looked. He looked at everything and pressed his tongue against his teeth so the Feeling would stay small in his mind. But the meadows were yards now, and they were no longer quiet. They moved like everything in them moved.

And the people in the automobiles, laughing and honking and resting their elbows out the windows.

When he saw the girl on the bicycle, Lars managed to pull his eyelids down.”Oh, such a beautiful day, Lars! Everyone is going to the carnival. See them!”

”Yes, Papa.”

The car turned a corner.

”Different than all alone in a cold room, eh my son? But, see--there, there it is! Oh, it's big, like when I went. Look, Lars, this you have never seen!”

Lars looked when his eyes had stopped burning.

First, there were cars. Thousands and millions of cars parked in lots and on the sides of the highway and wherever there was room, in yards, gasoline stations, the airfield. And then there were the people. So many people, more than there could be in the world! Like ants on a hill, scrambling, walking, moving. Everywhere, cars and people.

And beyond, the tents.

”Oh, Mama should have come, she should have come. Such a sight!”

The old car moved like a giant lobster, poking in holes that were too small for it, pulling out from the holes, seeking others. Finally, beneath a big tree in a yard, stopping.

Mr. Nielson smiled, opened the back door and pulled the wheelchair from the half-seat. He lifted Lars and put him in the chair and stood for a moment breathing the air and tasting the sounds.

”Just like before, only even better! You will enjoy yourself!”

Lars tried to feel every rock beneath the wheels and every blade of gra.s.s. He turned his eyes down as far as he could, to see the earth, but he saw his body. The sounds grew louder and as he glided on the smoothness he began to see beyond the crawling, moving people. It all grew louder and Father's voice faster so Lars cut off the feeling and returned to the bottom of the ocean.

The hard-rubber wheels turned softly on nothingness .

_Heyheyheyhey how about you, Mr.? Try your luck, test your skill, only ten cents for three b.a.l.l.s . . . Now I'll count to five, ladies and gentlemen, and if one of you picks the right sh.e.l.l, you win a Kewpie Doll.. - All right, sir, your weight is one-fifty-three, am I right? - . - Right this way, folks, see the wonders of the Deep, the dangerous shark and Lulu the Octopus. . - The Whirlagig, guaranteed to scare the yell out of you.. . Fun, Thrills and Excitement, only twenty five cents on the Flying Saucer. . . Fresh cotton candy . . . Spooktown, Spooktown, ghosts and dragons and lots of fun, ten cents for adults, a nickel for the kiddies. . . How about you, Mr.?_ . . - Lars kept his eyes still, but the Feeling was there. It was small at first and he could think yet of colors and beds that did not move. But it was growing, in the shape of baseb.a.l.l.s and bicycles and gigantic leaps, it was growing.

Mr. Nielson took his eyes from the iron machine and turned the crank until it clicked. The sign read Secrets of the Harem and Mr. Nielson sighed.

He put the huge ball of pink vapor to Lars' mouth and Lars put his tongue about the gritty sweet.

”Ah ah ah, you are happy, I can see, already! What shall we do now? The fish, we will look at the fis.h.!.+”

Peculiar grey creatures swimming in dirty water in a big gla.s.s tank.

”Now you wait here for Papa.”

Father stuffed into a small box and the box falling fast down a thin track, then up and later down again. Screams and laughter and movement. Movement.

”Watch, you see. I'll break the balloon!”

Pop! And a plaster doll covered with silver dust and blue paint.

_Inside for the thrill of the century, ladies and gentlemen, see Parmo the Strong Man lift ten times his own weight_ . - .

A man with a large stomach and moving muscles, pulling a bar with a black ball at either end, hoisting the bar, holding it above his head. Laughs and cheers.

_Yahyahyahyah! See her now, folks, the most gorgeous, the most beautiful, the most (ahem!) shapely little la.s.s this side of Broadway. Egyptian Nellie, she's got curves on her yahyahyahyah_ . . .”Lars, you wait--no, you don't. It wouldn't be right.”

The candy and the peanuts and the little dirty faces. The rides and the planes and the exhibits and the penny arcades. The stale, excited odors and the screaming voices. And the movement, the jerking, zooming, swooping, leaning, pus.h.i.+ng, running movement.

_Last one there is a sissy, last one there is a sissy_ . . .

”Good, good, good. Mama should be here! But now we must eat!”

An open arena, with fluffb.a.l.l.s of red and yellow and green hanging from the ceiling. On the floor, popcorn and peanut sh.e.l.ls and wadded dirt.

”It's all right, Lars, it's good meat. Maybe not like Mama makes, huh? So. Open your mouth.”

The people's eyes, staring, pitying, a million eyes, and hums of voices in the colored restaurant.

Then a kind of quiet, like sharp p.r.o.ngs in the Feeling. In the little Feeling, coming awake.

”Now, so? You are finished. No, the milk, the milk to make you strong.”

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