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...Jagged cones of possible volcanic origin formed a low range of foothills, with a pass leading to the region beyond. Dunes of fluffy material like volcanic tuff dotted the near landscape.
This and other reports were exchanged between the lifeboats. Presently a complete picture began to appear. It was even more favorable than that suggested by Murray's notes. The thin atmosphere was largely nitrogen, helium and oxygen, with indications of negligible amounts of other gases in unstable equilibrium. Methane was present in small amounts. This, being the product of organic decomposition, indicated vegetable life...
With understandable pride, for the value of her incredible thoroughness had proved itself again, Gerry finally contacted all the life-boats.
perfectly safe, men. Dress warmly. Carry a bottle of oxygen with a
tube, and take a breath of it every minute or so in order to prevent
blood bubbles from forming. Hand weapons, of course, just in case. So,
Arthur K Barnes, Interplanetary Hunter (1956)
....their landing-spot, while excellent for its purpose, was not by any manner of means an ideal campsite. It was a small, flat basin of sandy soil, rimmed by shallow mountains. His gaze sought these hills, looked approvingly on their greenness, upon the multitude of dark pock-marks dotting them. These caves, were they not the habitations of potential enemies, might well become the sanctuaries of spacewrecked men.
He saw, also, a thin ribbon of silver sheering the face of the northern hills. His gaze, rising still skyward, saw other things -
nodded. He knew, now, where they were. Or approximately. There was
but one planet in the solar system which boasted such a phenomenon. The
apparent distance of the Sun, judged by its diminished disc, argued his
judgement to be correct. The fact that they had surged through an
atmospheric belt for some length of time before finally meeting with
Nelson S Bond, Wanderers of the Wolf Moon (Planet Stories, Spring 1944)
...Harker joined him, and they went together through the lichen forest, ghostly under the dim, far Sun. The tall growths were silent now that the wind had died. And as they went, Harker talked of Moneb and the men and women who dwelt there. Simon listened, knowing that his life depended on remembering what he heard.
But even that necessity could not occupy more than one small part of his mind. The rest of it was busy with the other things - the bitter smell of dust, the chill bite of the air in the shaded places, the warmth of the sun in the clearings, the intricate play of muscles necessary to the taking of a step, the rasp of lichen fronds over unprotected skin, the miracle of breathing, of sweating, of grasping an object with five fingers of flesh.
The little things one took for granted. The small, miraculous incredible things that one never noticed until they were gone.
had seen the forest before as a dun-gray monochrome, heard it as a
pattern of rustling sound. It had been without temperature, scent or
feel. Now it had all of these things. Simon was overwhelmed with a
flood of impressions, poignant almost beyond enduring...
Edmond Hamilton, The Harpers of Titan (Startling Stories, September 1950)
...The men jokingly called them Barber's Delights because of the thick, shaggy coat of hair that covered their log-like bodies. The B.D.'s either didn't understand, or just didn't care, for they made no objection to their nickname.
There were twenty of the creatures in this group, and more joined them along the way. They imitated the brisk step of the soldiers with amazing exactness, though they possessed no resemblance whatsoever of feet. They moved on dense mats of stubby, resilient bristles that grew from the flat bottoms of their column-like bodies, sweeping forward like a horde of self-propelling brooms. Not wishing to be outdone by the visitors, they had their own sergeant, who moved along importantly at the side of his command, glaring threateningly from the corner of his single, huge eye...
James R Adams, Crisis on Titan (Planet Stories, Spring 1946)