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--
hour after hour I plodded along by the side of the
highway. The few passing cars gave me not a glance, there
were too many people on the march for me to attract
attention. A few miles back I had assuaged my hunger
somewhat by picking up some half rotten potatoes which a
farmer had put out for his pigs. Drink was never a problem,
for there were always the streams. Long ago I had learned
that streams and brooks were safe, but rivers were polluted.
Far ahead of me on the straight road I saw a bulky object.
In the distance it appeared to be a police truck, or road
blockage. For several minutes I sat by the side of the road
watching. There was no sign of police or soldiers, so I re-
sumed my journey, being very cautious about it. As I drew
near I saw that a man was trying to do something to the
engine. He looked up at my approach and said something
which I did not understand. He repeated it in another
language, and then in another. At last I could roughly
understand what he was saying. The engine had stopped
and he could not make it go, did I know about motors? I
looked, and fiddled about, looked at the points, and tried
the starter. There was ample petrol. Looking under the
dash at the wiring I saw where the insulation had worn
away, cutting off the ignition when the car had hit a bump
in the road and jolted two bare wires together. I had no
insulating tape or tools, but it was merely the work of
moments to wrap the wires in strips of cloth and tie them
safely. The engine started and purred smoothly. "Something
wrong here," I thought. "This engine goes too well to be
an old farmer's car!"
The man was hopping up and down with joy.
date: Fri, 8 Nov 2007 19:40:49 GMT
author: Virginia U. Marks, RCMP
