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Snide, issue 2, February 1941
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nay revved it higher, it began to cough and splutter alarmingly. Had our engine caught a cold? Had somebody absentmindedly put carborundum in the oil? Were there mice in the feed-pipes? Was Jupiter to claim our lives after all? No, no such luck. It was merely the engine warming up. Heh-heh-heh. Fooled you, didn't I? Our next worry was to get the natives out of the way. Barnay skilfully frightened them back by incinerating fifty or sixty with the side steering rockets. Then - we were off - way off! Skidding in the Jovian mud, we ricocheted off a tree, sliced into the rough, and barely missed the water hazard. Well, folks, we made it, by inches. One wave crashing against our nose - that would have been the end of us, with the cold we've got. We tore through miles and miles of mist-filled atmosphere. 'Queer,' we said to each other, 'how did this get here' I'll never forget the moment when Parkers yelled, 'Look, a star!' The yell woke Captain Batwell. 'Don't point,' he said, 'it isn't nice.' Then he went back to sleep. Soon more stars appeared, as we staggered out of Jupiter's stratosphere. I can't describe how we felt. Anyway, why should I? Wash Day. Our initial elation quickly died. A long, strange journey lay ahead of us. And none of us could check on Parsen's figures. Our mamas hadn't told us those things. We could only take his word for it that by blasting off into space in the general direction of earth, we could eventually arrive - home. Parsen himself seemed dubious, now that we had started. He spent the first three weeks crouching over the sand-pile (we had one for the convenience of our 19
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nay revved it higher, it began to cough and splutter alarmingly. Had our engine caught a cold? Had somebody absentmindedly put carborundum in the oil? Were there mice in the feed-pipes? Was Jupiter to claim our lives after all? No, no such luck. It was merely the engine warming up. Heh-heh-heh. Fooled you, didn't I? Our next worry was to get the natives out of the way. Barnay skilfully frightened them back by incinerating fifty or sixty with the side steering rockets. Then - we were off - way off! Skidding in the Jovian mud, we ricocheted off a tree, sliced into the rough, and barely missed the water hazard. Well, folks, we made it, by inches. One wave crashing against our nose - that would have been the end of us, with the cold we've got. We tore through miles and miles of mist-filled atmosphere. 'Queer,' we said to each other, 'how did this get here' I'll never forget the moment when Parkers yelled, 'Look, a star!' The yell woke Captain Batwell. 'Don't point,' he said, 'it isn't nice.' Then he went back to sleep. Soon more stars appeared, as we staggered out of Jupiter's stratosphere. I can't describe how we felt. Anyway, why should I? Wash Day. Our initial elation quickly died. A long, strange journey lay ahead of us. And none of us could check on Parsen's figures. Our mamas hadn't told us those things. We could only take his word for it that by blasting off into space in the general direction of earth, we could eventually arrive - home. Parsen himself seemed dubious, now that we had started. He spent the first three weeks crouching over the sand-pile (we had one for the convenience of our 19
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