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    …For close on a hundred million years this aerial society endured with little change.  On many of the islands throughout this period stood even yet a number of the ancient pylons, though repaired almost beyond recognition.  In these nests the men and women of the seventh species slept through the long [..........] nights, crowded like roosting swallows.  By day the same great towers were sparsely peopled with those who were serving their turn in industry, while in the fields and on the sea others laboured.  But most were in the air.  Many would be skimming the ocean, to plunge, gannet-like, for fish.  Many, circling over land or sea, would now and then swoop like hawks upon the wild-fowl which formed the chief meat of the species.  Others, forty or fifty thousand feet above the waves, where even the plentiful atmosphere of [..........] was scarcely capable of supporting them, would be soaring, circling, sweeping, for pure joy of flight.  Others, in the calm and sunshine of high altitudes, would be hanging effortless upon some steady up-current of air for meditation and the rapture of mere percipience.  Not a few love-intoxicated pairs would be entwining their courses in aerial patterns, in spires, cascades, and true love-knots of flight, presently to embrace and drop ten thousand feet in bodily union.  Some would be driving hither and thither through the green mists of vegetable particles, gathering the manna in their open mouths.  Companies, circling together, would be discussing matters social or aesthetic; others would be singing together, or listening to recitative epic verse.  Thousands, gathering in the sky like migratory birds, would perform massed convolutions…  

entry 628      [contributed by Zendexor]

As we penetrated more and more deeply into the marine forest, the vast skeletons became more and more frequent until, by the third hour of the morning, we found ourselves in a veritable mammoth boneyard, a maze of white shafts glimmering upward to meet the canopy of undersea wilderness.      (…)
    We had come to a place in the labyrinth, where we were able to continue the march only by crashing through the confusion of brittle debris with our axes, when our attention was attracted by a gradual brightening of the strange coral gloom. By one accord we stopped and looked aloft. High overhead, a colossal shape, faintly luminous, faintly iridescent, appeared vaguely in its descent toward the lacy vaulting of our wilderness.
    Slowly it drifted down; slowly its outlines sharpened until the monstrous fish – for such it was – came to rest above the scarlet flowers that sprang orchid-like from above the fronds.
    With vast diaphanous fins fanning in slow rhythm, it hung poised, a monster beyond the wildest dreams of men; elusive, iridescent lights playing subtly along its dead white belly. Floating leisurely, it browsed through the gargantuan garden under whose fronds we crouched, fearfully watching. And even as we looked, the behemoth, as though drugged by its mere proximity to flowers, stiffened. It quivered convulsively, then relaxed and sank slowly to the sea floor through the tangled fronds. Here it came to rest, pierced through in a dozen places by the bones on the white sea floor.
    Startled by the suggestiveness of the incident, I stopped for a handful of sand, and examined it as it sifted through my fingers. It was almost pure calcium. The very sea-bottom, we trod, had been formed from the decay and attrition of these creatures' bones!
    Absorbed in my discovery, I had for the moment lost sight of the tragedy taking place so near us, until the sharp pressure of Halliday's fingers on my arm directed my attention to its final grisly stage. The long, mossy filaments that draped the trunks of what we thought were trees, had begun to move, Sinuously, as though stirred by some gradual current, perhaps by the downwash drawn in the wake of the great fish as it sank, they floated; unwinding to surprising lengths, and fastened upon the body of the prey, growing stationary with horrid, suggestive stillness.
    I wondered no longer at the lifelessness of the area through which we were passing. It was no forest we were in, but a vast colony of enormous sea-anemones – so we should name them on earth – animals that attracted their prey by deceptive likeness to harmless vegetable forms. As he hastened forward, I prayed feelingly that the druggy emanations from swaying blossoms would take an upward direction, and that we should be spared the slow paralysis and the lash-like tentacles, armed with their myriad tiny suckers.

entry 627      [contributed by Lone Wolf]

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…Twelve hours later my journey was practically finished as I hovered over the northern hemisphere about a hundred miles from the surface of the planet, but well within its atmosphere shell.
    From a great height the continent of Elysia looked like a green carpet spotted with patches of white and brown. Below me I recognized the contours of a large peninsula which my map showed to be about 200 miles east of the mouth of the Holmes River. Before setting out for that point I dropped lower to view the surface of the planet at close range.
    The green carpet was a forest of trees which I estimated to be all of 200 feet high, and it stretched inland as far as the eye could reach. Their tops were waving in a breeze hardly perceptible otherwise, and above them there was no sign of bird life or life of any sort. When I swooped down close to the water, however, I saw a group of large reptilian animals slither into a marshy backwater from the bank, where they have been sunning themselves. I mounted to an elevation of about 1,000 feet and headed westward toward the destination of my long journey. After 45 days spent alone in the small space ship I had the strongest desire to set my foot on solid ground again and to find someone of my own kind to talk to.
    After half an hour, about the time I had allowed myself to cover 200 miles, I saw that I was approaching a wide indentation in the coast line, which I judged to be the mouth of the Holmes River. Two miles upstream I should find Commander Jones' camp...

entry 626      [contributed by Lone Wolf]

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 ...Tentatively I reached forward a hand to the gravity-nullifiers. Would they work? Or had the plates of the ship's hull also become magnetized? I switched on the lower hull connections, waited. And behold, the mists were clearing. Soon we'd see the sun, the blessed sun. I was retreating.    
    But there was no sun! Instead, above us was lying a land, a land tinted a copperish red, a rolling country, a country of low-lying hills clothed in verdure, trees. The gleam of a lake shone in the far distance, a river meandered through a pretty country. That some of it was cultivated country was evident by the alternate patches of bare earth and blocks of growing things, geometrically straight lines between the blocks, low rock fences! But for a difference in coloring it might have been an Earthly scene, only here the verdure was for the most part purple, although I saw patches of red, blue, orange; and soil was pale lavender.   
    So! This was [..........].   
    When I thought we were hull downward, we were really upside down, and the nullifiers had forced us toward the surface!   
    (…)    
    Below us lay a city!   
    It wasn't the sort of city men of Earth build on their far-flung possessions, but its collection of low buildings was enough to warrant the name. They were hardly more than round huts with conical roofs, set between narrow streets with plan and foresight, and there was a rude-stone fence encircling the village. Beyond were the well-cultivated fields of this native people. A herd of some sort of bovines were grazing in a field. But what sort of creatures the people were we could not guess; not a single inhabitant was in sight. Most likely all had fled for cover at the appearance of our ship.   
    (…)   
    I had noticed the strange effect Small mentioned. It was as if our eyes refused to focus properly. A scene near at hand inexplicably changed its relation with us and the ship, and slid into distance. The trouble seemed to lay [sic] with the quality of the copperish light that filled this world as if it were denser in one place that in another. It was very disconcerting. (…) According to my calculations, and the relative size of the landscape below us, we should have been from seven to eight hundred feet up, but what with that unsettled appearance of everything, and the distance of the horizon it didn't seem to agree at all.

entry 625      [contributed by Lone Wolf]

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 ...My curiosity drove me to locate first of all the deep pool I had seen from the mountain two days ago. This was less than a mile away, according to my sketch, and in fact proved less distant. I soon arrived at the edge of the trees, which were so clothed in leaves as to be difficult to see through and still damp enough to make muddy walking. There was a opening before me several hundred feet across and I found myself gazing into a sunken dell, circular and with sloping sides. The banks were steep and slimy and enclosed a deep pool of water. At the edge of the pool I could observe some rocks and I made my way carefully down to examine them. They were of a uniform size and quite evidently formed the top layer of a wall that enclosed the water before me. Here was no handicap of Nature, but a well – created by the same intelligence, perhaps, that have hewn the caves in the mountain-top! I tasted the water and founded sweet and pure and I rejoiced that the problem of a water-supply had been finally solved to us. If we had only chanced upon this spot on our first landing, I thought!    
    I stood there musing a moment upon these further traces of a vanished civilization and suddenly felt a curious impression that someone was watching me. It was a genuine feeling; the hairs at the back of my neck bristled slightly and the flesh shivered along my back-bone. I turned about quickly and stared up that smooth slope to the edge of the woods above. A row of dozen faces peered down on me! I caught my breath sharply and had reached for my revolver before I finally realized that they were our friends, the chickenpork. Then I laughed aloud and climbed up at them, making threatening sounds and gestures, whereupon they vanished.   
    (…)   
    We passed by one side of the well and kept hidden and quiet as we passed hoping to see something of our friends the chickenpork. We saw two or three of them wandering aimlessly over the ground and half a dozen were at the water's edge drinking. (I saw one which scooped up water with two fore-paws and drank like a human!) Out of almost every hole protruded their soft black muzzles. It was a peaceful and interesting scene, but as we looked the aspect changed suddenly. There was a quick desperate scurrying and the clay bank was empty in a flash. A moth at least four feet from wing-tip to wing-tip fluttered silently down over the hollow. It was curiously marked with white on black wings, somewhat suggestive of a bat though it had none of the latter's dexterity in flight. The body was cylindrical and covered with black velvety fur.   
    Just then two smaller “moths”, as I shall call them, came floating over the well and one, catching sight of us perhaps, flew close overhead and Mason struck at it with a branch he had picked up from the ground. All three hovered around us awhile as we proceed through the woods, which only partially restricted their flying – so nearly bare had the trees been stripped by the voracious insect life all about us. In half an hour he walk proved so unpleasant that we turned about and started back to camp. I had noticed and called my companion's attention to the thing which finally proved too much for our peace of mind. It was a chrysalis near the top of a tree. The dirty white sheet measured five feet in length! In all directions were to be seen similar shroud-like cocoons of various sizes and in many different positions, and on the way back I spied several caterpillars that had not even yet begun to pupate. They were the size of monsters in nightmares – as big around as a man's thigh, and as long...

entry 624      [contributed by Lone Wolf]

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Mason was holding his head in a strained listening attitude, Haworth was holding his finger to his lips and I strained my ears expectantly. Unconsciously we drew together close to the trunk of one of the tree-ferns.        I saw something move. It was just a shadow at first. Then I could see that it walked on two legs. As it came still closer I could distinguish arms and claw-like hands. It was about three feet high. Its face was mostly snout and teeth, but in one of the hands it held a tree branch crudely broken off to form a club!    
    Curious sliding steps it took — straight toward us. At about fifty yards distance it stopped suspiciously and stared in our direction, as if hesitating whether or not to come further.   
    Haworth pressed my shoulder warningly and then slowly advanced out of the shelter of the trees. He moved with the utmost precaution "to avoid frightening it," as he afterwards explained. But he need not have worried had he known as much about the courage of these animals as we did a little later on.   
    The creature remained motionless until he had advanced twenty feet. Then it stirred nervously. Haworth came to a halt and raised his right arm slowly over his head. There was no motion from the other and Haworth started to talk to it in a quiet tone of voice. I could see the head twitch suddenly at the sound, but there was no other response.   
    Then Haworth took another step forward and like a flash the creature spun about and fled in great leaping.   
    Our leader shouted at it excitedly and followed. We, in turn, followed Haworth. We ran about a hundred yards when we came in sight of a dense growth of trees. We were panting painfully and absolutely saturated with sweat in that hot-house atmosphere.   
    "Did you see the club? That means an opposing thumb on the hand! There isn't any doubt the beast is intelligent to at least some extent!"   
    "This is the most important thing we have seen yet."   
    But I had seen something of a different sort when the beast had turned to flee.   
    "It has a tail," I reminded them. "A real large tail, almost as big as kangaroo's. And that snout strongly suggests the reptile, if ever I saw one!”       We walked slowly toward the dark shadow of the forest, mopping our brows and endeavoring to recover our breath. The ground here was possibly fifty feet higher in elevation than the swamps at the water's edge and the growth of vegetation was not nearly so rank as it was down there. Openings were visible here and there between the tree-trunks.   
    We were within fifty feet of one opening when we all three stopped uncertainly, as though we had realized that danger might lie hidden just behind that screen of foliage. And as we stood there I saw a movement in the shadows, close to the ground. Out from the woods stepped the animal we had been pursuing and beside him stood half a dozen more of the same kind. Slowly they came out into the open. Still more of then. Followed and spread out on each side until nearly fifty of the beasts were visible.   
    We all three had dropped our bundles of stakes and had our rifles ready for action.   
    "Don't shoot until we have to," whispered Haworth and stepping forward a pace he raised his rifle in the air and gestured with his free arm.   
    "There, there, there," he said in a soothing tone, "We'd like to be friends if you'd let us."   
    They seemed undecided as to how they would take this. They cocked their heads sideways, some of them, for all the world like a dog that has been spoken to. Two or three of them uttered curious little croaks and shifted uneasily on their feet. I was beginning to believe we might establish some sort of understanding with them after all when one of the beasts began leaping up and down and uttering wild chattering squeals.  At that they all seemed to get excited and started to advance upon us.    
    I raised my rifle and pulled he trigger, aiming at the foremost of the creatures, who slumped to the ground and lay there thrashing his tail and biting savagely at the rocky ground.   
    The shot stopped them...

entry 623      [contributed by Lone Wolf]

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 ...Its skin was of an oily smooth grayness.  Its motions were slow, as became a creature who burrowed in stone and was more than half stone itself.  There was no writhing of muscles beneath that skin; instead it moved in slabs as thin layers of stone slid greasily over one another.
    It had a general ovoid shape, rounded above, flattened below, with two sets of appendages.  Below were the “legs”, set radially.  They totaled six and ended in sharp flinty edges, reinforced by metal deposits.  Those edges could cut through rock, breaking it into edible portions.
    On the creature’s flat undersurface, hidden from view unless the silicony were overturned, was the one opening into its interior.  Shredded rocks entered that interior.  Within, limestone and hydrated silicates reacted to form the silicones out of which the creature’s tissues were built.  Excess silica re-emerged from the opening as hard white pebbly excretions. 
    How extraterrologists had puzzled over the smooth pebbles that lay scattered in small hollows within the rocky structure of [..........] until the silicones were first discovered.  And how they marveled at the manner in which the creatures made silicones – those silicon-oxygen polymers with hydrocarbon slide chains – perform so many of the functions that proteins performed in terrestrial life…  

entry 622      [contributed by Zendexor]

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…The rough terrain of [..........] lay below. A cold, bluish radiance, almost invisible, seemed to flicker here and there. Duncan set the ship down with trained skill, landing on a broad plateau at the base of a high range of alps.

He was on [..........], shunned and feared by Earthmen for a hundred and fifty years. He was in the very lair of the mind-vampires.

And nothing happened.

Slowly Duncan rose and turned the valves on the oxygen tanks. He divested himself of his spacesuit and made a careful examination of the two bodies. Both Olcott and Hartman had been killed, apparently, by the [..........]. They had the stigmata.

But Duncan was thinking a rather impossible thought—that there were no [..........].

With half of his mind he made tests. There was atmosphere, almost pure chlorine. Nor was it unduly cold. An electroscope gave him the answer. [..........] was a radioactive planet, warmed from within by the powerful radiations of the ore.

Duncan took the dead Olcott’s helmet and adjusted it upon himself. Turning on the power made the intertron knob glow, but there was no other result. The Varra, of course, could not safely venture within the Heaviside Layer of any planet, and [..........] had a Layer, since it had an atmosphere. Chlorine—radium—Duncan shook his head, trying to fit the puzzle together…

entry 621      [contributed by Zendexor]

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 ...I noticed that the sky had a sickly, greenish-yellow tint, due to the presence of the chlorine; but because of the atmosphere’s tenuosity the color was vague, wraith-like. The sun was a great yellowish globe resting on the horizon; bilious-yellow, rather. Its light but faintly illuminated this portion of the planet. Opposite the sun the blackness was tinged with yellow, the stars were dim and faded. Only high above were there any features of note. One was the blue-white light of Venus likewise yellowed— a lamp hung there to give light to this morose land. The other feature was Tellus, smaller, more distant, a golden luminary vying with Venus for beauty.    
    It was the landscape that held most of my attention. There was just light enough to make out the bleak, dirty-white terrain of broken, rough-pitted rock in which there was nothing to break the utter monotony of ugliness. Hills, valleys, plains were all tumbled together in a hodge-podge — colorless, uninviting...

entry 620      [contributed by Lone Wolf]

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entry 619      [contributed by Zendexor]

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For two hours they drifted in the breeze while they attended to the bruised men and set the ship in order. While the men were at work, the captain and Grigson repaired the slight damage to their telescope and made some observations. They concluded that they had splashed into what astronomers call the “Dawes Ocean” at a point near the mouth of “Kaiser Sea.”    
    “‘Dawes Continent’ is probably the largest body of land on the planet,” said Masters. "Perhaps we should go there first.”   
    "It seemed to be thickly populated,” Grigson agreed.   
    (…)   
    “Land ahead!” someone shouted.   
    All eyes strained to make out the land, but it was still a mere streak on the horizon. It came out of the water rapidly, however, and in the crystal-clear air they could soon distinguish the buildings built along the shore.   
    At last they flew over the land. Hundreds of small black buildings with red tiled roofs were scattered everywhere, skirting the crooked streets. They could see that the soil was of a peculiar yellowish red or light brown color and even the vegetation was more brown than green.   
    (…)   
    Masters watched the little [..........] ships dart away in fright from the flame at the dissipating plate.   
    Gently as a feather they touched the ground, but they remained in the ship to study their surroundings before emerging. The guns had been loaded and were now manned by the gunners in readiness for any hostile move that might be made on the part of the [..........]. For several hours they watched the ships dart about. Presently one of them landed and a tiny man stepped out. He was only three feet high, with queer, short legs and small feet that seemed deformed. Masters was reminded of the Brownie pictures in the children’s books. The [..........] stood beside his ship for a long time before he ventured any nearer. Instead of walking he advanced in quick jumps like a bird.   
    “The attractive force of their gravity is so slight that they can jump easier than walk,” Masters remarked, thoughtfully.   
    The little man came up close to the ship and then went around it, eyeing it curiously. Presently, when they saw that the monster was apparently harmless, other ships landed and in a short time the field was crowded with gesticulating people. Masters hung a microphone out of one of the port-holes so that they could hear over the amplifier and loudspeaker despite the thick walls of the ship. They listened for a while to the crowd jabbering away in short sentences, which were broken as though the speakers had not sufficient lung capacity for longer ones. Their voices were disagreeably high pitched, some of them ranging almost above audibility.   
    “Evidently their lungs are very small,” Masters said. "Notice how flat their chests are. I suppose that that is due to the almost pure oxygen of their atmosphere.”   
    One of the little men, perhaps bolder than the others, came up to a port-hole and stared into the ship. His green eyes were large, and they now opened wide with surprise when he saw the huge men inside. He hopped back and gesticulated wildly to the others and a wave of excitement billowed through the crowd. Others now came close and pressed their faces against the lowest port-holes. Their tiny noses and wide, square jaws lined with flat teeth were hideous. But their high foreheads indicated intelligence...

entry 618      [contributed by Lone Wolf]

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The building, the bedroom, seemed to be on a hillside overlooking a valley. Not too high a hillside, because through the lower edge of the window he could see a wide, badly discolored river. It was beyond the river that the giant trees began.    
    There was instantly no question but that he was not on Earth. Cyclopean were those trees! One, two, three thousand feet they towered into the misty heavens. They started about a mile away; and each tree was as thick at the base as a normal city block. The branches began low down; and the trees tangled with each other in a fantastic intertwining of gigantic limbs and endless foliage.   
    It was impossible to see for sure, but Gosseyn had the impression that the forest of titans stretched away into the remote and verdant wilderness.   
    (…)
    Gosseyn estimated an atmosphere twice as thick as Earth’s, a thousand miles or more of air — the clouds of [..........] that made the [..........] planet the dazzling spectacle of Earth's night sky.   
    Thinking about it, he felt more alive, excited. Felt himself in a timeless world.   
    Gosseyn descended the stately steps to a green velvety soil; and, turning, looked at the building. It stood alone in a natural-looking, gardenlike setting. It was constructed entirely of a shiny gray stone. Behind it, a hill rose steeply, as much as four hundred feet in places, a long, wavy green ridge, thick with gigantic shrubs and flowering plants.   
    (...)   
    He looked down, down, down into distance. Gray-blue haze of distance. The hill on which the hospital was built was not really a hill at all, but a lower peak of a mountain, dipping down behind him past the hospital into a smaller valley before curving past the titan trees towards the higher peaks beyond.   
    Now that he was four hundred feet above the building, Gosseyn could see the peaks. They rose above the trees; they were snow-capped; they must be miles higher to be visible at all beyond that barrier of trees.   
    There were more trees in the greater valley down which Gosseyn gazed. But even they were dwarfed by the appalling depths to which the mountainside receded. Far down in that depth, Gosseyn caught a gleam of water, and, shocked, remembered the discolored river.   
    He turned to stare at it. And now that he was looking for it, he could see the sharp tilt of the water. No wonder it looked dark and ugly; no wonder it was so silent in its course: it was racing down a mountainside with an oily velocity that long ago had worn a smooth bed.   
    Somewhere farther along must be cataracts that would make Niagara tiny so far as height of fall was concerned; only thus could this swollen river hope to get down so swiftly to the deeper reaches of the great valley, where its gleam was so faintly visible.   
    (...)
    He stared with a more calculating intensity into the gulf of distance below him. He could see where the valley down there levelled off. For several miles it seemed to be a flat plain; and then the mists of remoteness closed in, and hid what lay beyond.

entry 617      [contributed by Lone Wolf]

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 ...All this while the ship and ourselves had been drifting towards [.........]. The little world was as prominent as Mars in the sky now. The ship was clearly still making for [..........].    
    "Ancient Martian history tells of colonies on [..........], of cities, air-plants and supplies left intact when the place was evacuated," Usulor told us. "Many thousands of years ago, of course. But most of it is probably still usable."    
    "Why was the world evacuated?" I asked.    
    "Because of radiations, the old books say. That might mean cosmic rays, or ultra-violet or radium emanations. It might mean almost anything."    
    (...)   
    AS WE got nearer to [..........] we saw that what looked like disks of pale green glass were dotted about the surface of the tiny world, some of them miles in diameter.    
    "Air and temperature traps," Usulor explained. "Former Martian colonies. Radiant heat goes in through the glassite readily but seeps out only very slowly."    
    I could easily understand that. I have grown tomatoes in a hothouse or greenhouse. On [..........] men had tried to live in giant greenhouses. Without much success, it appeared.    
    (…)   
    After a long, long journey we reached [..........]. A desert, uninviting world, apart from the hothouse colonies. Jagged mountains, thin air, polar ice-caps, no extensive seas, some stunted vegetation in the valleys. No place for a honeymoon...

entry 616      [contributed by Lone Wolf]

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Through the smoky yellow veil they made out a strange moving thing that, as they peered, revealed itself as a dark disc, its edge inclined toward them, slowly turning. It was as large around as a tea-tray, and was thickest in the middle, so that its shape was like that of two saucers, placed with concave faces together. Its spinning motion increased and it drew nearer. They could see now that it was composed of living tissue.    
    Closer it came, and closer. It spun out of sight to the left, coming up against the ship, and a moment later came into view again, but a few inches from the port. There it hovered, almost within arm’s length of them, while they stood silent, fearing that a sound or a motion might cause it to go away.   
    Slowly it revolved, and nowhere upon it could they see the slightest trace of a visible organ. Yet it quite patently sensed their presence, their attitude, as it hovered there. After a little time, it suddenly went spinning away again, to be swallowed by the enveloping vapors.   
    (…)   
    THE spinning creatures ranged in size from soup-plate to cartwheel, and in color from soft tan to deep purplish brown. All were in motion, whether merely bobbing up and down as if floating on a quiet stream or skimming and whirling here and there like leaves in a high wind. Yet none of them left the vicinity of the ship.   
    Suddenly a larger disc floated into view — one as large as a round table-top, and almost black in hue. It went straight from bow to stern of the Nonpareil, as if making an inspection. Then it drew away. The smaller discs fell back, too, ranging themselves in a sort of curtain formation beyond the big one.

entry 615      [contributed by Lone Wolf]

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SLOWLY, as if wearied by eight unbroken months in space, the Nonpareil settled down upon a gently rolling plain, while three faces appeared at the ports to look out at the strange landscape.    
    Around them lay stretches of mossy turf that gleamed, now violet, now green, like changeable silk. Here and there it was tufted with clumps of strange bushes. In the middle distance a silvery stream wound its way, and farther on were wooded hills. In the blue sky above drifted fleecy clouds, and two lights gleamed — the great banded globe of [..........] and the smaller but much more brilliant sun. The expedition had reached [..........].   
    (…)   
    The trio set out, finding and discussing new wonders at every step. From the bushes they gathered fleshy leaves and particolored flowers of great size. The stir of small life was all about them. Once a rose-colored creature, the size of a squirrel and walking upon many legs, scuttled away from under their very feet and darted into a hole. They approached a bush-clump to see a larger thing peering interestedly at them from the branches to which it clung, but it withdrew to some hiding place before they could get a good glimpse of it. Overhead they saw floating specks that might be large birds. Nowhere, however, did they see cultivation or other sign of human works.   
    (…)   
    They returned to the ship, and the next several days were spent in making brief hops here and there about the little world. Once they paused on the shore of an ocean and gathered strange shellfish for their collection of specimens. Another time they perched high on a mountain top while Bromburg and Duvelskoe poked into what looked like metal deposits. At last they returned to the very spot where they first landed...

entry 614      [contributed by Lone Wolf]

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Crash! There was a vivid flash! Our ship lurched, rushed mightily through space; entered a mad falling arc of acceleration! I was dazed; for a moment I could not believe my senses. We had survived!    
    “Saved!” ejaculated Professor D Four-Ten delightedly. “Saved! The charge of electricity neutralized by jumping across in a spark! Don’t you see, the rarefied air of this little planet enabled the surplus electrons of the electric charge to jump through space! Saved!”   
    “I’m not so sure of that, Professor,” I put in, noticing something below the ship. He followed my pointing finger. From the rocky surface of the planet below the weird metallic inhabitants of [..........] were floating upward — creatures with a tiny ring of eyes about the upper portion of the cylindrical body. A vast squadron of the creatures were materializing from a series of what looked like ant mounds, and they maneuvered swiftly upward.   
    “I can’t understand!” murmured Professor D Four-Ten in perplexity. “The metal people of [..........] have always been so peaceful!”   
    For almost half a century the Earth-Mars Space Line had maintained a refuelling station on [..........], unhindered by the peaceable metal men, who went their own way quietly. Now, however, they looked decidedly vicious and the little eyes in the strange shapes changed to angry colors like semaphores. Never before had they been known to offer battle!   
    (…)   
    As the long flight of metal figures approached from below, the tentacles from their middles unwrapped and stretched forward in anticipation!   
    (…)   
    The bodies of dully scintillant metal approached swiftly and their tentacles wrapped about our sphere. The malevolent eyes glared in at us. Soon the twining metal-sheathed tentacles were wound about the ship as more and more of the creatures added their weight to our vessel. Through the spaceports their thickly twining tentacles were visible, shutting so much light out that we were in partial shadow. Then our sphere began once more to sink.   
    We were being dragged down to [..........], by a cloud of passing meteorites...

entry 613      [contributed by Lone Wolf]

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 ...They had come halfway around the sun to meet it, and now [..........] lay in quadrature to them, its first quarter, showing them half its illuminated side. At most it was but 1200 miles in diameter, a small world whose mass was surprisingly great in proportion to its size. Wendell had already explained to Beale that [..........]’s surface gravity was in excess of that felt by men of Earth when upon the moon. That was because it was made tip of the heaviest of metals. Now the captain wanted to know if Wendell knew where they were to land.    
    In half an hour the little world looked like a bowl with its upturned edges. They were circling it, passing from the light into the darkness twice. They saw it had no really large areas of water. There were innumerable lakes and rivers, but nothing that could be rightfully called a sea. There were mountains in one hemisphere, but for the most it was flat or slightly rolling country. One thing was particularly noticeable about the night side, the fact that the vegetation gave off a ghostly light, glowed of itself like phosphorus. The lakes were molten silver, the jungles a riot of wild color.   
    (…)   
    With wondering eyes the men stared at the queer life about them, for it was even stranger than it had appeared from above. The trees were for the most part a hundred feet high, straight, slender with trunks that resembled those of a palm tree: smooth, glistening, barkless; but the branches that jutted from their crowns were unlike anything they had ever seen. They were long, stiff, needlepointed spikes with a feathery lacy froth of needles. The branches were no more than three to four feet in length, solitary and uncrowded. The only shade cast by the whole tree was the straight unvarying image of its polelike length.   
    Vines clung somehow to the unyielding trees, vines that dropped festoons of needles from their length linking the jungle trees together. Around the trees was growing a veritable mat of stiff-stalked young trees; bushes, stocky plants, all with underdeveloped spiky leaves and branches. Only on the ground was there a growth with a fleshier leaf — broad and flat, prone to the soil. The bushes mostly resembled palmettos and cacti.   
    Nature, at first lavish, had turned about-face and with niggardly hand finished her work, stinting the land of her natural abundance. Then she had remembered and was more prolific, for on each tree, weighing down the vines, bending the backs of the shrubs, palmettos and cacti were the fruit clusters. Red, yellow, blue, orange, green they were; long banana-shaped fruit, globulars of all sizes, berries, melons — round, oval, cylindrical, every shape and form; luscious peaches, over-sized pears, mouth-watering berries, scarlet cherries, purple grapes, juicy plums, golden oranges ... all were here in wild profusion, in wild fecundity.   
    “It’s the sun,” explained Wendell. “Were the leaves of the trees broad they would absorb too much vitality beside that already partaken of from the radioactive soil, hence they would shrivel and die under the glare of the white-hot sun. Nature can be more prodigal with the fruit because there are enough to make use of it . . . See...” He pointed out flocks of tiny birds, no larger than humming birds darting among the fruit, the swarms of insects feeding in armies, the dainty head of some animal feeding on fruit fallen to the ground.   
    Another creature that looked like a cross between a bear and a monkey was climbing a tall tree toward an especially appetizing cluster of fruit hanging by a slender cord from a vine. The fruit proved just out of reach of the animal, but with infinite patience the bear angled for the prize with long forelegs. At last, unable to gain the fruit by that means, it let go its hold upon the tree-trunk to make a lunge for the fruit cluster, and landed upon it with all four feet. The vine held and the animal went about the prosaic business of harvesting its dinner without a care as to what would happen when it ate away its support.   
    A shadow fell against the trees and ground. Glancing up the men saw an unusually large, brightly-plumaged bird plunging downward. Through the thick walls of the ship they could not hear its cry, but they could see its paralyzing effect upon the flock of humming birds which for the nonce seemed suspended on quivering wings unable to move forward or backward. The killer had time to swoop down, gobble a third of their number before their brains began to function properly again, and they could escape. The big fellow made no attempt to follow. He simply turned to the fruit nearest at hand and commenced to gorge himself.   
    Beale and Jimson, standing with Wendell, grew aware of even more life in the jungle. Birds of every size and description flew through the trees, creatures lurked among the vines, snakes and tiny furred things raced up and down tree trunks and vines, flinging themselves through the air. There was life on the ground, peering from between the heavy, thick leaves of the vines that crawled upon the earth’s bosom. Suddenly Wendell was pointing out a strange apparition to his companions.   
    It stood staring back at them from between two tree trunks, a creature five feet tall, upright on two legs. It had a small pointed face that was fox-like, yet faintly resembled a human face! The head was round, bulging upward from heavy beetling brows. The ears that came to a point at the top were set on the side of the head slightly below the level of the large black eyes. The nose was long, pointed — the cheeks and jowls sloped forward adding to its animal-like appearance. The mouth was wide, the chin rather heavy-set, incongruous looking to the rest of the face, giving it its humanness that was otherwise lacking except in the rather intelligent set of the large beady black eyes.   
    The face and body were bare of hair, the skin a slate brown. The body was proportionately slender to its height, in repose it leaned forward so that the thin arms dangled below the knee. Hands like the face were free of fur, delicately-boned, almost claws...

entry 612      [contributed by Lone Wolf]

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[........] the lava vent opened into a weird underworld. Headfirst, mittened hands vainly clawing for a hold on the glassy walls of the tube. Red Tonti shot from a little hole halfway up the cavern-wall and crashed to the rocky floor. Stunned, he lay for a moment gasping, staring about him. Twenty years since he was here last!    
    Above, the roof is hidden in blackness, but walls and floor are alive with wan white luminescence, greentinged and feeble. Down the ledged wall trickle streams of moisture, and where they wet the soft rock grow colonies of lichens, flat and pulpy, with great white spore-cups that glow eerily. The floor is wet with glowing slime, where soft, flabby monsters writhe and wriggle hungrily. For perhaps ten seconds Red has lain there, and now as he struggles dizzily to his feet his groping hands sink wrist-deep in the avid mass of life that has been creeping to him, eager to feed! One clings to his arm — a great, pale slug-thing, oozing green light, that mouths the joints of his armor and spatters with his angry blow, leaving thick slime that drips slowly from his fingers! Another of the damn things is on his helmet, sucking with flabby lips at the quartz. He can see right through it, into its belly — see the horrid writhing of its gut as it sucks at him! God! How can such things live? Give him space, and the planets!   
    Here in the festering bowels of [..........] there was sound again, and Red’s boots squelched sickeningly in the luminous morass of foul life as he hurried to the low corridor opening from the cavern wall. A pale white glow lit the whole length of the tunnel, to where it opened into darkness, high on the wall of a great underground vault, cleaving the body of [..........] for mile on mile. A viscid trickle of glowing ooze lipped over the ledge where the tunnel opened, and fell into eternal darkness, down, down God knows where or into what Hell's paradise of living light!

entry 611      [contributed by Lone Wolf]

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… They cut down some of the huge, pulpy plants, and with the aid of some tougher material Stetson procured somewhere, succeeded in rigging a substantial and remarkably tight little dwelling in some five hours.    
    (…)   
    Bates had been astounded to see Stetson hurling small boulders a quarter of a mile. Then he had tried it and found that the combination of mass and small weight made it possible to push the stone harder as it left the hand, use a stone whose mass was really greater than the arm, and still not have it so heavy it couldn’t be thrown. Stetson had been able to direct them unerringly after a few tries and had crushed a thing that looked like a large jackrabbit with black armor on. Stetson brought three of them back. Also he had some violently colored growths. He called them [.......... stentius], and claimed it was the correct name. Bates had his doubts. Also he doubted the edibility of mushrooms with colors so flamingly brilliant.   
    “We can eat ’em, all right. They are good, too,” promised Duke.   
    “Well, I never saw anything good to eat advertising itself so promiscuously,” replied Bates doubtfully.   
    “Apparently the things here can’t eat them. They contain a thing unusual in Terrestrial mushroom growths, a true sugar. Sugars are alcohols, and apparently alcohols are poisonous to the animals here. Also, we can thank luck that no large animals, dangerous to man, have ever been discovered here,” explained Stetson.   
    When they reached the camp. Stetson started a fire. Then he took a small knife, and opened the armorlike legs of the oversize cricket he had found. Inside was solid flesh, and despite stories he had told Parker, the meat was very good and quite tender. Its flavor was not strong, but quite different from anything they were accustomed to. However it gave out an odor, when cooking, that was detectable for amazing distances. Something like the odors of frying fish or bacon, or onions, it had the power of bringing the presence of an appetite acutely before the conscious mind.   
    (…)   
    “Ah — that smells good. I see you found something to eat, didn’t you?” he said delightedly, waddling up in a most extraordinary way on this lighter planet. His face was colored a deep green by [..........].

entry 610      [contributed by Lone Wolf]

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Now the clouds drift up and [..........] lies far below the scudding ship — desolation rampant. Crags, deserts, great ranges and wind-carved, time-worn plateaus — all of the blue-green ice of the outer planets, ice that has lain hidden for ages under the cloud-drift that men see. But it is not barren ice that he seeks, but another thing by far, and as the rocket sinks slowly he sees his goal rising above the curve of the planet — the great [..........].   
    The ice has nearly all vanished, and harsh black rock juts in its stead in a chaotic wilderness where no ship can land unwrecked. He is uneasy, the controls are unfamiliar, do not respond as he would like. He is close to the crags now, too close, closer than he has ever been. He can see great rivers, torrents of ice and water, flowing in the heat of the [..........]. The great mass of the planet, too, is making itself felt, and he reacts to stimuli sluggishly. But the [..........] is close now, and the great updraft of hot air that will hurl them above the clouds, to safety. Like a crimson mountain it looms ahead, and already great winds are sweeping them into the maelstrom. But it is hot, and his feet and hands feel heavy — it is hard to think and act. No, he has never been so low— he can see the region about the base of the [..........], cloaked in rising vapor that is torn to shreds by the gales. It is like a deep bowl all around the great oval of the [..........], deep and green with rank vegetation. There are swamps, where the waters of the great rivers fester and rise to mist in the frozen clouds. There are great forests, and long, low plains — all gleaming strangely in the lurid glare of the [..........].

(…)

The air was thick, stifling and unbearably hot and humid, trying to burst into his body and strangle him. His ears throbbed with a dull thunderous roar, from the greater air-pressure, and an awful weight was bearing him down. Slowly, painfully he rolled over on his face, pressed down into the thick, springy moss [..........]. Inch by inch he gathered his limbs beneath him, struggling against the weight of his space-suit — five hundred pounds of matter crushing him into the ground. His head rose above the moss; he looked about him.
    Above the forest the [..........] loomed through the rising mists — a huge mountain of molten rock, oval, raised from the planet’s face by the whirling centrifuge and tidal drag that will some day rip it free and give it birth [..........]. Then the forest — a matted tangle of unearthly olive-green tree-ferns, glossy and uncannily still — at its edge the rocket, by Fate’s whim unharmed in its fall…

entry 609      [contributed by Lone Wolf]

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The valley floor was a flat expanse of gray pumice, dust deposited here by the action of swift, tenuous winds. A huge, jagged rock, gaunt and black and fanglike, projected upward from its center, a low' ridge of solid ground leading to it. Dotting the valley were spiny gray spheroids, half-embedded. Within their thick shells, moisture, which was absorbed during the rare times that a little of it seeped into the desiccated soil of the place, was sealed up. Those spheroids might have been called plants, though their metabolism differed considerably from that of any terrestrial flora. And they were not actively alive now ; the water in them was frozen solid, for this was clearly not a warm season.
    [...]
    There was a sickly, whitish yellow haze over the valley. The air was extremely thin, but the speed of its currents, combining with a feeble gravity, enabled it to support such fine debris blown from [..........]. From a deep mountain gorge a creamy wisp, looking like a discolored cirrus cloud, projected. But it was only the path of the incoming wind, made visible by the dust and other solid material it bore…

entry 608      [contributed by Zendexor]

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The astroship arrived at the beginning of evening twilight.
    Sophie Kasvin was given the privilege of stepping out first. Her gaze eagerly scanned the vast greyish plain bordered on its surroundings by gigantic rock formations that defined the horizon.
    The temperature was rather warm. However, inhaling the air gave her lungs a pleasant
refreshing sensation, due to the high oxygen saturation.
    A distant murmur could be heard like a prolonged rumble of thunder. The rumble, contrasting with the sepulchral silence of the landscape, added a disturbing, awe-inspiring note.
    "The Black Sea!" said Charles Javin, straining his ears. "Don't you hear the roar of its waves?"
    Ted shuddered and looked at Sophie. At that moment, a dense chain of reddish clouds obscured the radiant semicircle of the sun. A strange gloom fell upon the Earthlings who, astonished, gazed at the inhospitable [..........] region.
    Unconsciously, Sophie turned up the collar of her sweater in an instinctive gesture of protection.
    "It's cold," she said, her teeth chattering.
    Atartuk consulted the tiny thermometer attached to the face of his watch.
    "Twenty-six degrees," he replied. "The cold we feel is a mere nervous reflection of our thoughts."
    Ted Drummond set off toward a nearby rise in the terrain. A few minutes later, he stood atop a promontory overlooking a spectacle breath-taking in its grandeur and sinister significance.
    In the iridescent light of twilight, the polished surface of an ebony-black sea shimmered. It stretched to infinity on the horizon. At Ted's feet, more than two hundred meters deep, a gentle swell broke against the cliffs, producing a rhythmic murmur with a steady frequency and thick resonances.
    Drummond picked up a large pebble and threw it forcefully. A shiver of horror ran down his spine as he watched the indescribable whirlpool that formed when the stone hit. A raging jet of water erupted, spraying in all directions. For a few seconds, that small area of the sea seemed to boil and crackle. Then came the calm.
    His soul shrinking with terror, Ted Drummond turned around and bumped into Sophie Kasvin, who was standing behind him.
    "Did you see it?" he asked hoarsely. The girl nodded.
    "A living sea...!" —The words spilled from her lips as if propelled by a hallucinating mind—. "My father was right."

entry 607      [contributed by Lone Wolf]

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"On the planet [..........]… where we were exiled, the three-brained beings are… how shall I tell you?—like a 'karoona,' that is to say, they have a long broad trunk, amply provided with fat, and a head with enormous protruding and shining eyes. On the back of this huge planetary body of theirs are two large wings, and on the underside two comparatively small feet with very strong claws…     
    “…the three-brained beings breeding on that planet can see freely everywhere, however great the 'kldatsakhti,' ["Kldatsakhti" means "darkness"] and can move about not only on the planet but also in its atmosphere, and occasionally some of them even manage to travel beyond its limits.    
    (…)   
    "… the planet [..........] … has a 'keskestasantnian firm surface,' that is to say, one half of its surface consists of land presence and the other of 'saliakooriapnian' masses or, as your favorites would say, one half of it is land in one continuous continent, and the other half is covered with water.    
    “…I was told that the 'toof-nef-tef very much wished to see me.    
    "'Toof-nef-tef is the name given on the planet [..........] to the chief of all the three-brained beings breeding there, that is, he corresponds to the being who, on your planet, is called 'king. '    
    "I had known this toof-nef-tef, or king, in his youth, when he was only a 'plef-perf-noof' A plef-perf-noof is almost the same as a zirlikner on our planet and a physician on your planet Earth.    
    (…)   
    “… I was informed that the toof-nef-tef of the planet wished to see me personally…
    "This [..........] toof-nef-tef was already...an extremely old being, by the time-calculation of the planet [..........], he was about twelve thousand years old..."

entry 606      [contributed by Lone Wolf]

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"During the period I am speaking of, I visited most of the planets of that solar system, those already populated and those still unpopulated.
    "Personally I liked best of all the three-centered beings dwelling on the planet ['……….']. Their outer form is quite unlike ours, resembling that of the bird-being, 'raven. '
    (…)
    "The verbal intercourse of these raven-beings of the planet [……….] is somewhat like our own. But their way of speaking is the most beautiful I have ever heard.
    "It can be compared to the music of our best singers when with all their being they sing in a minor key.
    "And as for the quality of their relations with each other—I don't even know how to describe it. It can be known only by existing among them and having the experience oneself.
    "All that can be said is that these bird-beings have hearts exactly like those of the angels nearest our Endless Maker and Creator.
    "They exist strictly according to the ninth commandment of our Creator: 'Consider everything belonging to another as if it were your own, and so treat it.'
    "Later, I must certainly tell you in more detail about those three-brained beings who arise and exist on the planet [……….], since one of my real friends during the whole period of my exile in that solar system was a being of that planet, who had the exterior coating of a raven and whose name was Harharkh."
    (...)
    "On the planet [……….] 'harakhrakhrookhry' is the name given to the sole chief of all the other beings on that planet... on the Earth such a chief is called a 'king.'
    (…)
    "No sooner had we arrived on the planet [……….] than the chief of our tribe there came to communicate to us the contents of an etherogram he had just received, announcing that the big intersystem ship Omnipresent would not land on the planet [……….] until early in the next 'khreh-khree-khra. '
    " 'Khreh-khree-khra,' on the planet [……….], means a period of time determined by a certain position occupied by this planet in relation, on the one hand, to the sun of its system, and on the other, to another planet of this system called 'Neptune.'
    "In one [……….]ian year there are seven of these definitely established periods, and each of them has its own name.
    "As there still remained... almost half a 'fooss' before the next 'khreh-khree-khra' or, by the time-calculation of your favorites, about a month and a half, we decided to organize our ordinary being-existence in the meantime in a more or less suitable manner...”

entry 605      [contributed by Lone Wolf]

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"There is still another planet in that solar system, my dear boy, quite a small one, bearing the name ['..........']     
    (...)   
    "Though the beings of this planet have very frail planetary bodies, they have an indomitable spirit, which gives them an extraordinary perseverance and capacity for work.    
    "Their external form is like that of large ants, and like them they are always bustling about, working both on and within their planet.    
    "The results of their ceaseless activity are already plainly visible.    
    "I once happened to notice that in two of our years they had 'tunneled' the whole of their planet. They were obliged to undertake this task on account of the abnormal 'climatic conditions' there, caused by the fact that this planet arose unexpectedly, and therefore the regulation of its climatic harmony had not been prearranged by the Higher Powers.   
    "The climate of this planet is truly 'mad,' and in its variability could give points to the most high-strung, hysterical women existing on another planet of that solar system, which I shall also tell you about.    
    "Sometimes the cold is so intense on this [..........] that everything is frozen through and through, and it becomes impossible for beings to breathe in the open atmosphere, and then suddenly it gets so hot that you could fry an egg in a jiffy.    
    "There are only two short periods on that peculiar little planet, namely, before and after it completes its orbit around a neighboring planet, when the weather is so glorious that for several rotations the whole planet is in bloom, and yields the various products for the first being-food of its inhabitants—even greatly in excess of what they need for existence in that strange intraplanetary kingdom they have devised, where they are sheltered from the vagaries of this mad climate and all the inharmonious changes in the state of the atmosphere..."

entry 604      [contributed by Lone Wolf]

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We stared for a long time at that wall of scarlet plant-life, lacking the vocabulary to express our reactions to it.     
    The higher part of the weed-bank had the appearance of being smooth and rounded, especially towards its visible crest. Here it looked like a gentle, undulating hill, although by looking in more detail at its surface we could see that what appeared to be an unbroken face was in fact made up of thousands or millions of branches.    
    Lower down, in the part of the growth where we had lain, its appearance was quite different. Here the newer plants were growing, presumably from seeds thrown out from the main bulk of vegetation. Both Amelia and I remarked on a horrible feeling that the wall was inexorably advancing, throwing out new shoots and piling up its mass behind. Then, even as we looked aghast at this incredible weed-bank, we saw that the impact of the sun's rays was having an effect, for from all along the wall there came a deepthroated groaning, and a thrashing, breaking sound. One branch moved, then another... then all along that living cliff-face branches and stems moved in a semblance of unthinking animation.    
    (...)   
    As we moved along the weed-bank we came across more and more of the peasants, all of whom seemed to be working without supervision. Their conditions of work were atrocious, as in the more crowded areas the spilled sap created large swamps, and some of the poor wretches were standing in muddy liquid above their waists. As Amelia observed, and I could not help but agree, there was much room for reform here.    
    We walked for about half a mile until we reached a point where the wooden trough came to a confluence with three others, which flowed from different parts of the weed-bank. Here the sap was ducted into a large pool, from which it was pumped by several women using a crude, hand-operated device into a subsidiary system of irrigation channels. From where we were standing we could see that these flowed alongside and through a large area of cultivated land. On the far side of this stood two more of the metal towers.    
    Further along we saw that the peasants were cutting the weed on the slant, so that as we had been walking parallel to their workings we eventually found what it was that lay beyond the bank of weeds. It was a water-course, some three hundred yards wide. Its natural width was only exposed by the cropping of weeds, for when we looked to the north, in the direction from which we had walked, we saw that the weeds so choked the waterway that in places it was entirely blocked. The total width of the weed-bank was nearly a mile, and as the opposite side of the waterway was similarly overgrown, and with another crowd of peasants cutting back the weed; we realized that if they intended to clear the entire length of the waterway by hacking manually through the weeds then the peasants were confronted with a task that would take them many generations to accomplish.    
    Amelia and I walked beside the water, soon leaving the peasants behind. The ground was uneven and pitted, presumably because of the roots of the weeds which had once grown here, and the water was dark-coloured and undisturbed by ripples. Whether it was a river or a canal was difficult to say; the water was flowing, but so slowly that the movement was barely perceptible, and the banks were irregular. This seemed to indicate that it was a natural watercourse, but its very straightness belied this assumption...

entry 603      [contributed by Lone Wolf]

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   ...The smoke and steam cleared. The explorers pressed their faces to the windows.    
    Fog rolled in, darkness approached. Alien nature seemed to hide from prying eyes.   
    Gigantic reddish trunks, bare and smooth, branchless, stretched upward in columns. There they blossomed into dark tents. There was no grass beneath them. Instead, serpentine roots intertwined in knots. And between the trunks stretched... nets?   
    Alyosha froze. Nets! Intricately woven nets!
    But the scientist suppressed the dreamer in him. These were vines, tenacious, twining around the trunks, woven in an intricate pattern. The thicket seemed impenetrable.
    Alyosha peered until his eyes ached, trying to spot any movement.
    But darkness approached. Soon everything disappeared... Lights began to flicker in the forest and in the swamp. If it weren't for them, the darkness would be total. The inhabitants of [..........] never see the stars or the sun...      Alyosha looked expectantly at Ilya Yuryevich.
    "Wait," Bogatyrev immediately understood. "Roman, turn on the external microphones."
    Alyosha froze. Blood pounded in his ears.
    And suddenly, without interruption, a wave of sound burst into the cabin, a terrifying symphony, brutally capturing, overwhelming...
    The receding, galloping rumble of a rumbling chariot or an avalanche of rocks gave way to a close howl. Then came a piercing squeal and a cry of pain, heartbreaking, hoarse. And suddenly the wings flapped...
    Pulka screeched desperately and scraped the bulkhead.
    Dobrov wanted to turn on the searchlight, but Ilya Yuryevich stopped him.
    Now a steady, measured hooting could be heard. Alyosha grabbed the back of the chair. Could it really be a machine?
    There was a cracking sound, as if fabric was being torn apart, and immediately—a rising whistle, dying at the highest pitch.
    Then a melodic note, then another, then a third... Singing? Alyosha looked at Ilya Yuryevich with wide eyes.
    He shook his head.
    Dobrov turned on the spotlight.
    And suddenly everything fell silent, as if the microphone had been turned off, froze, crouched.
    Only the dog whined piteously in its compartment.   
    A blinding light tore the nearby trunks of giant ferns and the network of vines, now somehow white, from the darkness. The serpentine roots seemed frozen in their struggle, frozen.
    In the thicket, angry little stars sparkled with reflected lights... And not a movement...

entry 602      [contributed by Lone Wolf]

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 ...Lost in such thoughts, he tripped over a small black rock that was almost invisible in the deep shadow of a larger boulder. He caught himself in time to keep from falling, then noticed that Dorn had stopped walking and was staring at an advancing object. At the same time, the ground began to tremble. Carson, looking up, thought at first that a mountain had begun to move.
    It was not a mountain, however, but a living creature somewhat like a dinosaur, as a second glance showed him. Its dull, scaly covering gave it a rock-like appearance. The thing was about fifty feet in length, and about a third that in width and height.
    Except for an elongated neck and a relatively tiny topknot, such as the human-appearing [..........] possessed, the major portion of the creature’s body appeared to be a single undifferentiated mass of what Carson supposed to be flesh.
    There were six short legs that could hardly have supported the weight of so huge an animal on Earth, but were quite sufficient here because of the lesser gravity. And set in the topknot’s forehead were hideous eyes, four of them in a semi-circle, glaring viciously...
    (…)
    ...From the edge of the desert on, the pace of the expedition slowed down to a crawl. Carson, staring out at the barren rocks that stretched mile after mile in front of them, found it difficult to believe that this was an expanse of wasteland greater than any on Earth.
    At the horizon something seemed to rise in the air, ascend to the sun, and then come plummeting down. Carson called the attention of the leader of the [..........], a member of the purple race, to the unexpected phenomenon. It seemed impossible that any creatures should be able to make their homes in this desolate waste.
    The [..........] raised his topknot cautiously, uncovering his eyes, and stared. Again the object rose in the air, shimmering like a prism of glass in the bright sunlight, and again it swept down.
    “It is a flyer,” the [..........] said uneasily.
    “Is it alive?”
    “Very much alive.”
    It seemed incredible to Carson. A bird or a plane needed air in which to fly. There wasn’t enough air here to support a mosquito.
    The flyer was coming closer. A third time it soared upward, and then sank to the ground once more. Apparently it did not possess the ability to stay up very long. Apparently—
    Carson’s eyes were glued to the creature. It did not really fly— it leaped. That was the secret of its travel through the air. Carson imagined what a large creature possessing the leaping ability of a flea would do on this planet of low gravity, and knew he had the answer.
    The flyer shimmered like a piece of glass, because it reflected the sun’s light and heat almost completely. That was one of the best ways to keep cool on this overheated desert. Simply not to absorb heat...
    (…)
    ...Presently, a few feet ahead of Nora, in the space between two enormous rocks, there was a darker patch on the ground, several inches across, like a small hole dug by a miniature meteor. The girl flashed her lights at it, but the black patch reflected no light at all.
    She approached until she was almost above it. Then she saw with astonishment that the object was moving, inching along the ground at a snail’s pace toward her.
    One of the [..........] noticed her surprise.
    “They are alive, but not dangerous. All the same, it is well to keep away from them.”
    “How can they live here?”
    “There is in their bodies a liquid that never freezes, no matter how cold.”
    Haines touched her shoulder, making contact between his suit and her own, so that the sound of his voice would carry.
    “Sounds like liquid air to me,” he said.
    Nora was dubious. She turned to the [..........].
    “Is it the gas we breathe?”
    “That freezes. This does not.”
    “Maybe it’s liquid helium,” Haines ventured. "Unless the temperature got closer to absolute zero than I can imagine it could, helium would stay liquid.”
    “These creatures absorb radiations of all sorts,” the [..........] went on. “They knew we were approaching because of the radiations of heat from our suits. The light attracts them also, but it is too much for them. They can’t stand a sharp light.”
    As Nora stared at it, the black patch suddenly exploded. Where it had been, there was nothing whatever left.
    “It absorbed too much heat,” the [..........] explained. “The liquid turned into gas, the pressure inside became too great, and there was an explosion.”

entry 601      [contributed by Lone Wolf]

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