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Planeteer Magazine, v. 2, isssue 1, March 1939
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THE COMING OF ORNOO By Dale Hart A gibbous moon hung high in the Michigan sky. It threw harsh outlines at the havoc wrought by sportive Nature. Mighty trees read proud heads above sharp ridges. Ponderous boulders, which had been deposited by the melting glaciers, lay scattered about as though tossed from the hand of a giant. Everywhere lay only evidence that he land had been untouched by the hand of Man. Many times had the mountains seen the rising sun of a new day. But a sharp observer, had he travelled to the edge of this wilderness, would have noticed a very large and very modern home nestled in a small vale. His piercing eyes would have discerned an excellent concrete road leading from the residence to a point where it joined a highway, thus showing that the people who lived therein did so from choice, not necessity. And inside was a pleasant domestic scene; it, the marvelous home fashioned as resplendently as money can, the road, the muted tones of a radio -- all seemed incongruous beside the surroundings. This seemed to show tha Man could not conquer all that what he did conquer could easily revert, but only a thinker could imagine such thoughts. Mrs. Waldon was stitching precise little stitches into a tiny scarf. Mr. Waldon smoked meditatively beside the hearth, watching in fascination the reflection of the leaping flames on it. Catherine was writing a letter to a school chum. Gordon sprawled upon a couch, engrossed in a science fiction magazine. Scarcely a sound broke the stillness... Time passed, with all four diligently pursuing their
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THE COMING OF ORNOO By Dale Hart A gibbous moon hung high in the Michigan sky. It threw harsh outlines at the havoc wrought by sportive Nature. Mighty trees read proud heads above sharp ridges. Ponderous boulders, which had been deposited by the melting glaciers, lay scattered about as though tossed from the hand of a giant. Everywhere lay only evidence that he land had been untouched by the hand of Man. Many times had the mountains seen the rising sun of a new day. But a sharp observer, had he travelled to the edge of this wilderness, would have noticed a very large and very modern home nestled in a small vale. His piercing eyes would have discerned an excellent concrete road leading from the residence to a point where it joined a highway, thus showing that the people who lived therein did so from choice, not necessity. And inside was a pleasant domestic scene; it, the marvelous home fashioned as resplendently as money can, the road, the muted tones of a radio -- all seemed incongruous beside the surroundings. This seemed to show tha Man could not conquer all that what he did conquer could easily revert, but only a thinker could imagine such thoughts. Mrs. Waldon was stitching precise little stitches into a tiny scarf. Mr. Waldon smoked meditatively beside the hearth, watching in fascination the reflection of the leaping flames on it. Catherine was writing a letter to a school chum. Gordon sprawled upon a couch, engrossed in a science fiction magazine. Scarcely a sound broke the stillness... Time passed, with all four diligently pursuing their
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