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id: 26697
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  | | | Rods | Columns | Tanks -------------|------|----------|-----------|------|---------|------- Flexibility


id: 12911
type: WORK_OF_ART
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  "Life''s fevered day declines; its purple twilight falling Draws length''ning shadows from the broken flanks; And from the column''s


# bib

id: 15752
author: Field, Stephen J. (Stephen Johnson)
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  Circuit Court of the United States for the District of California, Court of the United States, Justice Field, of California, United States Supreme Court, whose judge the Senator-attorney of the practice of said Supreme Court of the United States, above referred States District Court of Oregon, who sat in the case with Judge the suit in the state court had been brought, the Judge said: Although Judge Terry had been Chief Justice of the Supreme Court of Judge Terry next applied to the Supreme Court of the United States for Court of the United States, Judge Terry''s friends made a strenuous case of Mr. and Mrs. Terry in your United States Circuit Court of placing a justice of the Supreme Court of the United States in a Justice Field commenced in the United States Circuit Court, under the judges of the Supreme Court of the State, would they have been

title:
  Personal Reminiscences of Early Days in California with Other Sketches; To Which Is Added the Story of His Attempted Assassination by a Former Associate on the Supreme Bench of the State


id: 14917
title: The Wings of the Morning
author: Tracy, Louis
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  could I?" Miss Iris Deane''s large blue eyes surveyed him with innocent Conscious that her large blue eyes were fixed indignantly upon him Mr. Robert Jenks repressed a smile. By the time the sailor had safely landed his cargo Iris had cooked "You are really very clever, Mr. Jenks," said Iris, with childlike "I suppose, under the circumstances, you were not a rich man, Mr. Jenks," said Iris, timidly. "Do you know," said Iris, in all seriousness, "I think you are the Then Iris, for the first time in many days, wept bitterly, and Jenks, Again Jenks could look at Iris. "Stand close to me," said Jenks to Iris. Iris made no protest when Jenks explained the man''s request. "I thought you were never coming," protested Iris when Jenks reached Iris and he--Miss Deane, Mr. Jenks, to each other--were then The naval officer did not need to look a second time at Iris''s face to


id: 20104
title: The Cross-Cut
author: Cooper, Courtney Ryley
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  For a long moment Robert Fairchild stood staring at the letter, his Again the thrill of a new thing went through Robert Fairchild''s veins, Fairchild, who had worked it, together with his two men, Harry Harkins, driver''s seat, and Fairchild turned like a man suddenly awakened. talking of things which Fairchild longed to know, but failed, for the of great motors came to Fairchild''s ears; and a moment later he stepped talking, and Fairchild saw a little gleam come into her eyes,--the That day, Harry and Fairchild worked with all their strength at Fairchild stared at her, then turned to Harry. The big hand of Harry caught at Fairchild''s arm. long moments of waiting, in which Robert Fairchild''s eyes went to the A moment of staring, then Fairchild passed the telegram over to Harry For a long moment, Fairchild said nothing, then as Harry came from the


id: 27918
title: The Mines and its Wonders
author: Kingston, William Henry Giles
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  At length some men came to carry young Gilbart''s corpse to his mother''s do, the first morning he returned to work he took Mark by the arm and Simon, taking Mark by the hand, stepped on to an iron frame-work or feet six inches from the ground and working upwards, cutting out the Coal mines, it should be understood, are worked in various ways, some in A few years ago the number of tin mines worked in Cornwall amounted to eagerness to obtain the rich ore, the miners had worked upwards until left dry at low-water, on which small veins of tin ore were discovered and some very rich lead mines have of late years been worked in the brethren working in coal mines, the atmosphere in the former is far more proprietor of two of the coal mines in which he had worked in his


id: 31327
title: Master of the Moondog
author: Mullen, Stanley
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  Tod Denver glared at Charley, who was a moondog and looked like one, But Tod Denver had won Charley in a crap game at Crystal City; and Charley liked Denver too well to put up with less interesting effort, so Denver merely sighed and made a face at Charley. "Charley, my moondog," Denver explained. Maybe if he looked into those old Martian workings, the money would be The girl went ahead, and Denver followed, regretting his politeness Darbor''s face lighted like a flaming sunset in the cloud-canopy of Big Ed Caltis stood behind Denver''s chair. Denver began a long bill of particulars against Big Ed Caltis of Tod Denver and Darbor threaded their way through Denver dumped them outside, helped Darbor up and closed the It was not fun for Tod Denver and Darbor. Like avenging angels, Denver and Darbor charged together down the Denver went back to Charley.


id: 31485
title: The Blue Goose
author: Nason, Frank Lewis
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  Zephyr looked musingly up into the laughing eyes, and took her hands If Morrison and Pierre had not been in active evidence Firmstone would was sick, and Luna put Morrison in his place." Firmstone looked at Ain''t I do all right by Élise?" Pierre asked, Élise isn''t going to marry Morrison, and when the proper time comes, Zephyr of Pierre''s threatened attack, and of Élise''s holding him off at Élise seated herself, but without taking her eyes from Firmstone''s face. "Go tell Bennie to come down right away," Firmstone ordered, without Miss Hartwell''s eyes danced from Firmstone to Bennie. "Your cook has got me this time, Firmstone." Hartwell grinned his Zephyr saw in Firmstone a man who knew his Élise half drew them away, looking sharply at Miss Hartwell. Firmstone and later the association of Élise with Miss Hartwell. As Zephyr and Bennie left the office Hartwell turned to Firmstone.


id: 26697
title: Principles of Mining: Valuation, Organization and Administration
author: Hoover, Herbert
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  In a general way, only the ore which must be mined need As mines are opened by levels, rises, etc., through the ore, an The risk in estimates of the average value of standing ore is dependent All ore-deposits vary in value and, in the miner''s view, only those From the point of view of continuity of values, ore-deposits may In considering the working costs of base-metal mines, much depends work economically extension of the ore-bodies is a matter of no vertical shafts are largely applied to coal-mines, and some engineers There was a time when mines were worked by driving the level on ore SUPPORT BY PILLARS OF ORE.--As a method of mining metals of the objectives is to work the ore at the least cost per ton, it is work which yields ore be charged to stoping account, and if cost and the stoping cost worked out on all ore hoisted, it will include


id: 403
title: Soldiers of Fortune
author: Davis, Richard Harding
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  "I mind being called good-natured," said Miss Langham, smiling. He may be a most impossible sort of man, but, as I said to Mr. Porter, the people I''ve asked can''t complain, because I don''t know Miss Langham looked at Clay for a moment in silent dismay and with a Langham looked out to find Clay and MacWilliams knee-deep in the Langham dined with his people that night, Clay and MacWilliams having time herself, addressing what she said to Miss Langham, but looking at "If we are to continue good friends, Mr. Clay," said Miss Langham, in hurt and disappointed look in Hope''s face, and when Miss Langham asked "I hope not," Clay said, "but the soldiers are coming in from the Clay and Langham left MacWilliams and Stuart to look after their "I asked you not to come," Clay said to Hope, in a low voice. "Look back, Clay," he said.


id: 4638
author: Woolley, L. H. (Lell Hawley)
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  came upon him he called out "Who comes there three times" and fired; I made a little money, and went to Sacramento City and bought two wagon general headquarters of the Committee at 41 Sacramento street (Fort The Committee reached the rooms on Sacramento street about 2 were soon on the ground, but Mulligan had made his way into the old St. Francis Hotel on the corner of Clay and Dupont streets which was vacant came up to the corner of Market and First streets, but it was not long joke on the street for a long time. boats from San Francisco went up J and K streets in Sacramento City and One of the exciting times in San Francisco in 1865 was when a mob went type now that I picked up in the street about that time. returned to San Francisco, went back in the morning, hunted up my man

title:
  California, 1849-1913; Or, The Rambling Sketches and Experiences of Sixty-four Years'' Residence in that State


id: 12911
title: A Backward Glance at Eighty: Recollections & Comment
author: Murdock, Charles A. (Charles Albert)
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  think I remember a man who was sixteen years old when the Declaration as is known, not a white man lived in all California west of the Coast The third day they reached a large river flowing from the south, February 17th, one hundred and four days from Rich Bar. The four who started to follow the beach had experiences no less trying. pushed on to San Francisco and organized a party of thirty men to return It was good to find that men read and thought, even when they lived in depicting the picturesque life of the early days which made California For seven years New York City was generally his winter home. world''s noted streets, but at this time the city''s life pulsed through My second year in San Francisco I lived in Howard Street near First and Fifty years of municipal life have seen great advance and promise a rich


id: 34507
title: The Heritage of the Hills
author: Hankins, Arthur Preston
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  between Old Man Selden and his boys and the rest o'' the Poison Oakers, ourselves speak of Poison Oakers we mean Old Man Selden''s gang--him, his "Now about the Old Tabor Ivison Place?" said Oliver. Oliver and Tamroy stared into each other''s eyes as the old man tottered Jessamy Selden came to a stop before the cabin, her black eyes dancing. What Jessamy Selden told Oliver Drew of the Poison Oakers was about the Then Oliver told her of the queer old man''s mysterious words when he saw Once more Oliver Drew rode out of Clinker Creek Cañon to find Jessamy Oliver looked straight at Old Man Selden, and to him he spoke. The Poison Oakers, with Old Man Selden at their head, rode away up the Oliver; but his flight was lost on Old Man Selden. He was Digger Foss, the half-white, right-hand man of Adam Selden.


id: 37249
title: The City of Numbered Days
author: Lynde, Francis
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  Brouillard''s nod was for the man, but his words were for the young woman "It is a mine," said Brouillard, showing Miss Cortwright how to adjust Brouillard said "yes," for Miss Cortwright''s sake, and took the "That looks very much like it," said Brouillard sourly, pointing to the Brouillard took another long minute at the office window before he said: Brouillard smoked in silence for a full minute before he said: "You know "Pull up a chair and have a cigar," said the great man when Brouillard "It looks like a run on a bank," said Brouillard. Instead he smiled and said: "A little while ago, Mr. Cortwright, I told you that you didn''t know men; now I''ll add that you "Pity a man has to stop to eat on a day like this, isn''t it, Mr. Massingale?" he laughed; and then: "I wouldn''t hurry. "You mustn''t look at it that way," said Brouillard, suddenly turning


id: 38903
author: Hoskin, Arthur J. (Arthur Joseph)
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  methods in the mining of precious metal ore. mines for the extraction of metallic contents from the ores. which have made him famous among mining men, says, "Ore dressing is an work of carrying on operations in a railroad tunnel is not mining; the driving of adits through barren rocks to reach ore bodies is not mining; dividends paid by the gold and silver mining companies of the United the copper mining companies of the United States exceed the combined The mining of low-grade _gold_ ores by open-pit methods has taken hold per ton of ore mined is said to average 55 cents. With shaft mines, having deep workings and low grades of ore, ores upon, or close to, the mining property. The Portland Gold Mining Company, operating a great property at Victor, There are districts that have many small gold and silver mines with ores

title:
  The Business of Mining A brief non-technical exposition of the principles involved in the profitable operation of mines


id: 39433
title: Frank Merriwell''s Backers; Or, The Pride of His Friends
author: Standish, Burt L.
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  The man started a little, gave Frank a look, then glanced toward the "Look here," Frank said, in a commanding way, "you are not to say "They git heap hot time!" said old Joe, in Frank''s ear. "Now," said Frank, "I''m going out with the men to watch for a second "Look here," said Frank, "before you go, I have some things to say. "Look out for that man, Frank," said Hodge, in an ominous manner. "I think I''ll look after things to-night," said Frank grimly. "Come in here," said Frank, leading the way into the cabin. "I''ll do what I can for your dog, sir," said Frank Merriwell. "Well, that''s Frank Merriwell!" said Bill. murderous wretch like the man who had tried to shoot Frank Merriwell "Let up, boy," said Frank to the dog. "He knows where he''s going, fellows," said Frank. "That''s a pretty good hand!" said Frank.


id: 39918
author: Browne, J. Ross (John Ross)
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  rocks; whole days I lay there thinking of that island in the far-off great way toward making a man happy to be independent of fashion. so loose that it gave way as soon as I laid hold of it, and I came near "Well, I would like a good drink," said Abraham, thoughtfully; "there''s "A queer place!" said Abraham; "very like one of the piratical retreats the way when the people from the ship came ashore; and the wounded man "You call this a man''s skull?" said the Doubter, looking incredulously Abraham reddened a little and looked confused, but said nothing. Before I had time to say a word, Abraham seized hold of my right hand, reader that, as Selkirk is a man of good sense, it is a matter of great knowing the water-holes, or rather having no time to look for them, I Do I look like a man that wants money?"

title:
  Crusoe''s Island: A Ramble in the Footsteps of Alexander Selkirk With Sketches of Adventure in California and Washoe


id: 34296
title: Ross Grant, Tenderfoot
author: Garland, John
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  Ross looked his father squarely in the eyes, and lifted his chin a Sandy, watching Ross out of the corner of his eye, grinned at the boy''s Suddenly Ross''s eyes lighted on the wounded man''s sheepskin coat, which "Weston, huh?" came Hank''s voice at Ross''s elbow. followed, strange days for "Doc Tenderfoot," as Hank called Ross. ROSS stood motionless until Weston, muttering and turning his head from "I wonder," exclaimed Ross suddenly, "how Leslie Jones stood that trail?" Both Sandy and Waymart were surprised to see Ross at their cabin door, As Ross was returning with Steele to Weimer''s shack, the superintendent Steadily the two boys worked and steadily Ross held Weimer to The following day Ross wrote another letter to Leslie''s father and It was Leslie who led this time, axe in hand, while Ross followed with Ross and Leslie looked at each other with white faces when the roar and


id: 40262
title: Frank Merriwell''s Triumph; Or, The Disappearance of Felicia
author: Standish, Burt L.
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  "I don''t know nothing about those things, Frank," said the boy. "It''s up that way we saw smoke, Frank," said Hodge. "Seems to me," said Frank, "I have heard of him as a bad man who was "All right, cap''n," said Frank; "you are at liberty to do as you like." "I think," said Frank, "that it is about time for Cap''n Wiley to cash in "Now is the time for you to stop," said Frank in Wiley''s ear, speaking "It''s a wise man who knows when to stop," said Frank. "Now, Wiley," said Frank, "tell me about these men you say you have "Come into the hotel," said Frank, turning to the man who had brought "How, how, Strong Heart!" said the old man, extending his hand to Frank. "You know Dick is Frank''s half-brother, sir," said the girl. "Well, now that everything seems all right here, Frank," said Dick, "I


id: 35213
title: Afloat in the Forest; Or, A Voyage among the Tree-Tops
author: Reid, Mayne
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  looked more like clumps of trees half-submerged under water than For a long while they saw around them only open water, as of some great but half-way between the water''s surface and the branches, the colossal seen but open water,--the horizon not even broken by the branch of a dark water, and beneath the close-growing trees, they watched for the We must leave for a time the castaways in the tree-top, and follow the Their swim terminated at length, and the Indian, pointing to a tree, "I see something like the trunk of a dead tree, afloat upon the water. weary of it long before coming within sight of the open water on the the water; for just like old Munday on the alligator had the monkey come they sleep over land, or water, so long as they have the trees to cling water, and nothing to direct his course, neither tree, nor rock, nor


id: 44681
title: Notes of a Journey on the Upper Mekong, Siam
author: Smyth, H. Warington (Herbert Warington)
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  [Illustration: THE RAPIDS AT THE GATES OF CHIENG KONG, MEKONG RIVER.] would go far on into the night; and then long before day the great and is brought down in small pieces, generally about 14 feet long. province, which to the north-east reaches to the Mekong at Chieng Kan. The Governor, Phya Pechai, is a fine, tall young man, who is (and this of Nan. The trail on to Cherim (north-east) crosses a number of small river-bed, which can be seen deep down in the clear water, or rising time we had been in the water that day), we reached the sala of M. and meeting it half a day''s boat journey below Chieng Kong. turning of the boat in rapids, a long oar is fitted to work night a temporary village on the north bank, where a number of Laos, the town was not good; after a long day''s pulling, helping the men,


id: 42268
title: Lone Pine: The Story of a Lost Mine
author: Townshend, R. B. (Richard Baxter)
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  "Well," said Stephens, "we''ll soon see what he looks like, anyhow, for "Yes," said Stephens, "taking sheep on shares is a good business. "Oh no, she''s Indian, right enough," said Stephens; "she''s a natural "Yes, I see," said Stephens, "but I don''t want ''em to-day. "She means, your honour," said the old Indian man, speaking with painful "How," said Stephens, dismounting and looking straight at this Indian "Likely enough," said Stephens, "but that''s no answer to my question. "He''s all right," said Stephens cheerfully to the girl, as he looked "It looks like it," said Stephens. "For the Americans," said the old Indian, with the air of a man making "You killed seven Navajos!" said Stephens, looking at him with surprise. "So it was," said the Indian, whom Stephens had learned to know as "That''ll be all right now, I guess," said Stephens, looking after his


id: 61353
title: Saline Solution
author: Laumer, Keith
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  "The claim looked all right to me," Retief said. "Hardly, my dear Retief," Magnan said blandly. "Mr. Retief, my Vice-Consul and Minerals Officer," Magnan said. "The Sam''s people have a clear priority," Retief said. Leatherwell rose, gathered up his papers from Magnan''s desk, dumped "It was under your papers, Mr. Leatherwell," Retief said. "Really, Retief," Magnan said reprovingly. Leatherwell directed a sharp look at Retief and a bland one at Magnan. "On your way out," Magnan said as Retief turned to the door, "ask Miss "Our claim''s on file at the Consulate," Sam said. look like much, Retief," Sam said. "Looks like water erosion," Retief said. "Sam," Retief said, turning, "it appears to me somebody has gone to a "I understood General Minerals was claiming that rock," Retief said, "That''s all right," Retief said, "I had my pocket recorder going. "All in all, it''s been a big day for Leatherwell," Retief said.


id: 61869
title: Satellite of Fear
author: Kummer, Frederic Arnold
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  that got Allers and Kennerly might have entered the ship, taken those Grant reached for one of the bulky space-suits that hung on the wall. forced to handle, covered the asbestoid "hands" of the space-suits. Grant loosened his heat-gun in its holster, glanced about. Harris and Miller disappeared among the up-thrust monoliths, Grant a bulky space-suit, it crouched ape-like on the ground, feet flat Grant''s heat-gun rose to cover the strange figure. lines, Grant swung the body over his shoulder, set out along the trail Grant picked up the asbestoid space-suit. Grant reached for his space-suit. Grant was following the wire to where Miller had stood, was digging Grant felt as though his feet and hands were caught between two "Drop your gun!" Allers shouted to make himself heard through Grant''s them, keeping Grant and Joan covered with his heat gun. One blow of Grant''s lead-gloved fist caught Allers'' face, spun him


id: 61895
title: Space-Wolf
author: Cummings, Ray
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  Solo Morgan laid his small portable spectroscope on the rock and sat From here, Solo Morgan could just see the tiny blob of his one-man Morgan dropped to the rocks, into a shadow Morgan was flat in the rock hollow. There was a rock-ledge some thirty feet away over a little chasm. The little red-shelled, ball-like thing on the window ledge suddenly "Well," Morgan said, "your father''s theories, here on Titan--" "They found him, lying like that," Nada said. had seen Morgan''s little space-ship; knew he was here, and were looking Morgan knew perfectly well what he was going to try to do--get the girl Morgan gripped the girl and stood still, peering around. Morgan and the girl were lying in a little depression Morgan could see that there was no chance for him and the girl to move trembling girl gripped Morgan. Morgan raised his gun, but Nada shoved it down.


id: 61798
title: Venus Has Green Eyes
author: Selwyn, Carl
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  "Now look what you''ve done," said Flip. Flip heard Charlie replying in the native language. stood with feet wide apart, the gun pointed at Flip''s chest. She wasn''t beautiful, thought Flip; her eyes were too far apart, Charlie didn''t say anything and Flip knew his wrist must be agony. Flip fingered the rope and stared at the woman. "Hold the rope when you shove him in," said the woman, her eyes mere "Son of a veedle!" Flip said in his face. They couldn''t fire at Flip for fear of hitting the woman. "I''ve never killed a woman--" Flip said. "Look at the mud, Flip Miller," said the woman. "Hush, Flip," said Charlie. Flip got to his feet, ignoring the gun in his face. "You shouldn''t of told her, Flip," said Charlie. "Try the same thing, Charlie," Flip said at the door. "Maybe," said Charlie doubtfully as Flip streaked out into the rain.


id: 61811
title: Quest on Io
author: Williams, Robert Moore
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  "You shoot like a rocket-man," Oscar commented. his hands still, so that old rocket-men always looked like they had and Andy jerked his head down behind the boulder just in time to avoid Oscar protested against following the person who had shot at them, Andy Andy heard a startled cry as the man saw him coming. the man jerked his head to one side and Andy''s fist landed up on the her eyes made Andy think they were heat guns of a new kind. Andy glared at the _thlot_ and turned to the girl. caves--dark, gloomy places that looked like they would make good hiding "Hell!" Andy gasped, "another shot like that and we''ll be buried alive. If the pellet from his gun hit the blaster in the man''s hands--well, "I got it," said Andy, awe in his voice. Andy held the sights of the heat gun on it, waited. "Oscar!" Andy shouted dropping his gun.


id: 61843
title: Exit From Asteroid 60
author: James, D. L. (Daniel Lewis)
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  of reverie-gas, probably held in a Martian tentacle, under Bormon''s of a Martian guard sounded in Bormon''s ears. of ore that''s dumped into their machine, here on Echo, gets to Mars After a moment of thought, Bormon replied, "Cyclotronic action." ore across space to the south magnetic pole of Mars. "Keith, we''ve got to tackle one of the Mart guards," Bormon told him, Everything settled, Calbur moved up near the opening, so that his Martian''s ray-tube just as Calbur, delayed with having to drag his Bormon handed him a ray-tube. Having cleared the armor, Bormon climbed inside--space suit and one of the baskets was presently filled--for the last time, Bormon Behind him came Calbur, dragging the basket of ore--for lacking a Calbur couldn''t get away from Echo, then he''d see that at least some Quickly Bormon moved from behind the ship. Frantically, Bormon focused the ether-wave on Calbur''s helmet, hurling Bormon opened his eyes, and light


id: 62186
title: Space Oasis
author: Gallun, Raymond Z.
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  I found Nick Mavrocordatus scanning the bulletin board at the Haynes Shipping Office on Enterprize Asteroid, when I came back with a load of You''d think the Haynes Company would like to keep I''d seen and heard Norman Haynes act and talk like this before. Better come to our old space jaloppy, the _Corfu_." hairs in the larynx of Geedeh, the little Martian scientist, whom Nick Irene looked like a bold little kewpie, her dark head of tousled, curly and so forth, would take a lot of trade away from the Haynes Shipping "We need you, Chet," Irene said, her eyes appealing. Geedeh, Irene, and Pa Mavrocordatus following me. Though Pa Mavrocordatus kept cursing Haynes continuously, and Geedeh They were coming to stop Norman Haynes'' madness. head of the Haynes Shipping Company to guess what the little Martian trouble with Norman Haynes, now, except that the air was a little


id: 61976
title: "Shadrach"
author: Bond, Nelson S.
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  looked--and always would to Chip--like ungainly flowers of madness. Chip shook the man''s hand from his wrist. "A moment, sailor!" The man''s voice was like a low note struck in The man came to with a start, stared at Chip Warren blearily. "Thisss man!" Xuerl pointed a quavering tentacle at Chip. Chip paused suddenly, staring at the drunken miner. Chip gently away, fumbled at the dead man''s clothing, arranging it more Salvation turned to Chip sternly. "Call me ''Salvation''," said the old man. "Because Amborg knows," replied Chip grimly, "that this came from Chip nodded tightly, his hands gripping the control levers, his eyes Chip Warren and Syd Palmer were the co-owners of the _Chickadee_; it Chip said dubiously, "I don''t know, Padre. "Then you''ve got to freeze," said Salvation Smith, "and like it. Chip and Syd. Chip looked, and shuddered to see, the last judgment of Blaze Amborg Chip Warren was not a religious man.


id: 61942
title: South to Propontis
author: Ackermann, Henry Andrew
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  had raised his eyes so many times that day, his heart light with the of the rough stones, and his father sent for the boy''s uncle and his "Desert brat," said Uncle Fred thickly. "Let''s get going," said the outlaw. out of tins; the outlaws ate most of it and flung the scraps to the boy. "Brought plenty of water?" asked Pete, tilting a canteen. The boy burrowed down until he struck the red layer of sand that Pete glared at him out of his red-rimmed eyes, false geniality gone. outlaw and said: "Half a tank of water left. "Right," said the outlaw. "Native Martians," said the boy. "Birds native to Mars," said the boy. The Martians looked on stolidly as the outlaw raved and cursed, The boy turned his eyes away from the gory mess on the floor of His eyes widened as he saw the second of the outlaws dragged from


id: 62075
title: Gods of Space
author: Cummings, Ray
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  Actually, Atwood cared very little what strange form of life might vines of the swaying forest-top, Atwood was at a loss for words. And now she was staring at Atwood, another of God''s servants, like A Man-God. She stared with a little color coming into her "I think I understand," Atwood said at last. These _genes_--hideous monsters here on this little world, held in numbly Atwood stared at it; an inch-long blob of glow, with a tiny thing of horror--a round, glowing, luminous pulpy mass, big as Atwood patch, Atwood could see what seemed a weird little human settlement. of the weird little village, Atwood had a better look at the leader tell to the Great-Selah that the Man-God has come." Bohr''s wide heavy made a God now?" Atwood murmured. Atwood''s body struck him full so that he rocked, staggered a little, Atwood and the girl--escaping Gods, from a


id: 62321
title: The Flame Breathers
author: Cummings, Ray
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  "I just think they found Vulcan," Jan said once, out of one of his long In a little group we stood on the rocky ground with a dark, immense low, I crept to the bow of the ship, to the left away from Jan; sank For a moment, with little Ama clinging to me, I must have stood In the dimness suddenly it seemed to Jan that he saw me, far up the For a little time Jan sat there numbed, and Torrence sat "We came through that ravine, coming out this way," Jan said suddenly. Jan and Torrence tried to get to their feet. "Easing up a little--" He heard Torrence''s voice as though from far Another startled cry from Torrence stuck away Jan''s thoughts. they had come upon me, and Torrence and Jan.... There was a time when, roped and tied like Jan and Torrence, I was


