[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] bought packs of Mexican cig- , arettes for six cents each. We gazed and gazed at our wonder- >, ful Mexican money that went so far, and played with it and looked around and smiled at everyone. Behind us lay the whole of America and everything Dean and I had previously known: about life, and life on the road. We had finally found the magic land at the end of Page 323 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html the road and we never dreamed the extent of the magic.  Think of these cats staying up all hours of the night, whispered Dean.  And think of this big continent ahead of us with those enormous Sierra Madre mountains we saw in the movies, and the jungles all the way down and a whole desert plateau as big as ours and reaching clear down to Guatemala and God knows where, whoo! What ll we do? What ll we do? Let s move! We got out and went back to the car. One last glimpse of America across the hot lights of the Rio Grande bridge, and we turned our back and fender to it| and roared off. Instantly we were out in the desert and there wasn t light or a car for fifty miles across the flats. And just the dawn was coming over the Gulf of Mexico and we began see the ghostly shapes of yucca cactus and organpipe on all sides.  What a wild country! I yelped. Dean and I were completely awake. In Laredo we d been half dead. Stan, who d been to foreign countries before, just calmly slept in back seat. Dean and I had the whole of Mexico before us.  Now, Sal, we re leaving everything behind us and entering^ a new and unknown phase of things. All the years and troubles! and kicks and now this! so that we can safely think of nothing else and just go on ahead with our faces stuck out like this you see, and understand the world as, really and genuine!^ speaking, other Americans haven t done before us they were here, weren t they? The Mexican war. Cutting across here with cannon.  This road, I told him,  is also the route of old American 1 outlaws who used to skip over the border and go down to old Monterrey, so if you ll look out on that graying desert Page 324 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html and picture the ghost of an old Tombstone hellcat making lonely exile gallop into the unknown, you ll see further . . .  It s the world, said Dean.  My God! he cried, slapping the wheel.  It s the world! We can go right on to South America if the road goes. Think of it! Son-of-z-bitch! Gawd-damm! We rushed on. The dawn spread immediately and we began to see the white sand of the desert and occasional huts in the distance off the road. Dean slowed down to peer at them.  Real beat huts, man, the kind you only find in Death Valley and much worse. These people don t bother with appearances. The first town ahead that had any consequence on the map was called Sabinas Hidalgo. We looked forward to it -eagerly.  And the road don t look any different than the American road, cried Dean,  except one mad thing and if vou ll notice, right here, the mileposts are written in kilometers and they click off the distance to Mexico City. See, it s the only city in the entire land, everything points to it. There were only 767 more miles to that metropolis; in kilometers the figure was over a thousand.  Damn! I gotta go! cried Dean. For a while I closed my eyes in utter exhaustion and kept hearing Dean pound the wheel with his fists and say,  Damn, and  What kicks! and  Oh, what a land! and  Yes! We arrived at Sabinas Hidalgo, across the desert, at about seven o clock in the morning. We slowed down completely to see this. We woke up Stan in the back seat. We sat up straight to dig. The main street was muddy and full of holes. On each side were dirty broken-down adobe fronts. Burros walked in the street with packs. Barefoot women watched us from dark doorways. The street was completely crowded with people on foot beginning a new day in the Mexican countryside. Old men Page 325 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html with handlebar mustaches stared at us. The sight of three bearded, bedraggled American youths instead of the usual well-dressed tourists was of unusual interest to them. We bounced along over Main Street at ten miles an hour, taking everything in. A group of girls walked directly in front of us. As we bounced by, one of them said,  Where you going, man? I turned to Dean, amazed.  Did you hear what she said? Dean was so astounded he kept on driving slowly and saying,  Yes, I heard what she said, I certainly damn well did, oh me, oh my, I don t know what to do I m so excited and sweetened in this morning world. We ve finally got to heaven. It-couldn t be cooler, it couldn t be grander, it couldn t be any-thing.  Well, let s go back and pick em up! I said.  Yes, said Dean and drove right on at five miles an hour. He was knocked out, he didn t have to do the usual things he-would have done in America.  There s millions of them all along the road! he said. Nevertheless he U-turned and came by the girls again. They were headed for work in the fields;, they smiled at us. Dean stared at them with rocky eyes.  Damn, he said under his breath.  Oh! This is too great to be true. Gurls, gurls. And particularly right now in my stage and condition, Sal, I am digging the interiors of these homes as we pass them these gone doorways and you look inside and see beds of straw and little brown kids sleeping and stirring to wake, their thoughts congealing from the empty mind of sleep, their selves rising, and the mothers cooking up breakfast in iron pots, and dig them shutters they have for windows and the old men, the old men are so Page 326 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html cool and grand and not bothered by anything. There s no suspicion here, nothing like that. Everybody s cool, everybody looks at you with such straight brown eyes and they don t say anything, just look, and in that look all of the human qualities are soft and subdued and still there. Dig all the foolish stories you read about Mexico and the sleeping gringo and all that crap) and crap about greasers and so on and all it is, people here are straight and kind and don t put down any bull. I m so amazed by this. Schooled in the raw road night, Dean was come into the world to see it. He bent over the wheel and looked both ways and rolled along slowly. We stopped for gas the other side of Sabinas Hidalgo. Here a congregation of local straw- hatted ranchers with handlebar mustaches growled and joked in front of antique gas-pumps. Across the fields an old man plodded with a burro in front of his switch stick. The sun rose pure on pure and ancient activities of human life. Now we resumed the road to Monterrey. 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