Transcribe
Translate
The Alchemist, v.1, issue 3, Summer 1940
Page 16
More information
digital collection
archival collection guide
transcription tips
Page 16 ---- THE ALCHEMIST ---- AS 'TWAS TOLD TO ME by Harry Warner, Jr. As I drew near the Blameless Planet, I knew I was accursed. For the Blameless Planet happened to be Mars, which I was approaching in my space-ship, the first every built by moral man. And I knew I was accursed--how I do not know, unless it was a premonition of evil. And the fact that little eight-legged men were sending projectiles whizzing past my vessel, THE LAST HOPE, may have had something to do with it, too. But I landed finally. Safe and sound except for the fact that there were several holes through the hull of the L.H., my steering gear had been blown away, and I had burnt my rocket tubes to a cinder by carelessly toasting marshmellows therein en route. Outside of that I was okay--that is, until I felt that sweetish smell of (you'd never guess!) chloroform, and I knew no more... When I awake, I was lying on a feather-soft bed. So soft was this bed that I did not even open my eyes for a time, for it actually seemed as if I were floating on air. But suddenly I felt a brushing on my face as of a wing (angels! I thought) and my eye-lids. It rather started me to find myself really some five-hundred feet above the ground, gliding along at a great rate, with the little eight-legged men flying around me in a circle. But soon I heard, or rather sensed, a thought-projection from the nearest one, assuring me that everything
Saving...
prev
next
Page 16 ---- THE ALCHEMIST ---- AS 'TWAS TOLD TO ME by Harry Warner, Jr. As I drew near the Blameless Planet, I knew I was accursed. For the Blameless Planet happened to be Mars, which I was approaching in my space-ship, the first every built by moral man. And I knew I was accursed--how I do not know, unless it was a premonition of evil. And the fact that little eight-legged men were sending projectiles whizzing past my vessel, THE LAST HOPE, may have had something to do with it, too. But I landed finally. Safe and sound except for the fact that there were several holes through the hull of the L.H., my steering gear had been blown away, and I had burnt my rocket tubes to a cinder by carelessly toasting marshmellows therein en route. Outside of that I was okay--that is, until I felt that sweetish smell of (you'd never guess!) chloroform, and I knew no more... When I awake, I was lying on a feather-soft bed. So soft was this bed that I did not even open my eyes for a time, for it actually seemed as if I were floating on air. But suddenly I felt a brushing on my face as of a wing (angels! I thought) and my eye-lids. It rather started me to find myself really some five-hundred feet above the ground, gliding along at a great rate, with the little eight-legged men flying around me in a circle. But soon I heard, or rather sensed, a thought-projection from the nearest one, assuring me that everything
Hevelin Fanzines
sidebar
