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            The 
              Freeze  
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            There, now...a fire going. A few dead branches from the lower part 
            of that tree, some bark from the under side of the big log...drag 
            that dead fall closer. It's going to be a cold night.  
            Nothing looks so good as a fire when a man is cold, or when 
              he is hungry...or alone. Stirs memories, too...takes a man back.... 
               
            Cold...and rain. Setting in for a miserable night. I'd better 
              lace the branches tighter, pile on some more evergreen boughs. I'm 
              not feeling too good...not so young as I used to be.  
             How 
              many, many fires have I built! How many lonely fires! And each one 
              I have built with careful hands, with tnder (tender) hands. For 
              fire is a precious gift, a sacred thing... the first step Man made 
              in his march upward from the beast.  
            The shadows play, the wind touches the fire and it ducks its 
              points of flame and gives a gusty sigh...a stick falls and the sparks 
              fly up...I added another stick and another...now let it blow and 
              let it rain, I have my fire.  
             Black 
              are the columns of the trees... black are the masses above where 
              the wind plays tiny violins among the pine needles... and off there 
              a bare tree chafes its branches together...a cold sound, a lost 
              sound.  
            
 How many miles did I make today, I wonder? Miles have lost their 
              meaning, of course. If I could find a car...but there would be small 
              chance of that. In a city I could find many things lost, useful 
              things to me.  
             
               
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                   Beau's 
                    Notes: 
                  Louis 
                    was fascinated with the great natural disasters in history, 
                    the volcanic explosions at Karkatoa and Santorini, tidal waves, 
                    and the various cataclysms that caused the great mass extinctions. 
                    The fact that extinct animals have been found, seemingly frozen 
                    to death, with stomachs full of spring grasses certainly raises 
                    questions about how quickly these kind of disasters can occur. 
                     
                  This story 
                    was written prior to 1954, before the theories about a possible 
                    “nuclear winter” had become poplar enough to suggest that 
                    other kinds of explosive disasters, like a comet impact, might 
                    trigger an ice age. In this story Louis uses the idea that 
                    occasionally the earth (actually the whole solar system) travels 
                    through clouds of “cosmic” or interstellar dust and that this 
                    dust can obscure much of the sunlight hitting the earth. While 
                    it may be pretty far out to think that somehow temperatures 
                    could drop over a hundred degrees in such a brief period of 
                    time, the idea of the story holds up regardless. I assume 
                    that the story is supposed to be set in the 1970s or 1980s 
                    since the main character was twenty-four when the cold first 
                    came but now thinks of himself as “old.”  
                  “The Freeze” 
                    was almost certainly a short story aimed at one of the slick 
                    magazines or (less likely) one of the Science Fiction pulps. 
                    Regardless, it stands as one of the very few attempts Louis 
                    made to break into the Sci-Fi genre. Given his interest in 
                    science and various phenomena it is actually kind of surprising 
                    that Louis didn’t try to create more stories like this one 
                    which seems a perfect melding of his love for wilderness survival 
                    and the great mysteries of pre-history. This fragment and 
                    The Haunted Mesa seem to be the only times Louis really experimented 
                    in Science Fiction.  
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            Add some fuel, another dry stick...and better pile on more evergreen 
              boughs. I feel the cold more now, even though it is growing less. 
              This year the ice melts a little at noon. It is a sign, but a small 
              one. I think the dust is going away and someday we will have the 
              sun again.  
             The sun...how long since I last saw the sun? It was the day 
              I started to return down the river. It was about ten degrees below 
              zero that morning, but bright and cold...and then it happened.  
             We should have known, all of us. It had happened before and 
              there was nothing to prevent it happening again. We had the evidence...a 
              dozen times mammoths or bison had been found frozen and completely 
              preserved, even with green grass in their stomachs. The last time 
              it had happened, a chap from Columbia University had established 
              the time by carbon-dating...28,000 years before.  
             A sudden deep freeze, super bison, mammoths, everything alive 
              suddenly frozen in their tracks. Killed...dead...wiped out, just 
              like that.  
             What had caused it? Nobody speculated very much. The theories 
              of cataclysms were out of fashion right then, and scientists, creatures 
              of fashion as are we all, carefully avoided any facts that seemed 
              to controvert their pet theories.  
             A mammoth with green grass in his stomach...obviously frozen 
              instantaneously...a perfectly preserved super bison...the last was 
              Alaska, the former Siberia. But there were a few vague theories 
              about sudden explosions in outer space and dense dust clouds shutting 
              off the heat of the sun...and it happened again, in April 1954. 
               
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