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Xenon, v. 1, issue 1, March 1944
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XENON Page five The Leg Pullers James Russell Gray The old trapper spat tobacco juice into the fireplace, and said gravely, "so there I was with no way of escape, and the grizzly killed and ate me." The stranger nodded, poker-faced, though his eyes twinkled slightly. "These grizzlies seem very dangerous from your mental pictures of them. I've been in your world only a few hours, but still it seems a bit strange for a man to live all alone as you do, so far out here in the mountains, and catch animals for their--er--pelts." The trapper's eyes narrowed. "I'll apoligize for that windy I told, " he said. "Then you can give me back my leg and we'll call it even. Oh, I get it; you've seen those fantasy and science-fiction magazines on the table over there. All right, I'll play along just for fun. What world are you from?" "I'm from a place that exists on another plane of vibration," the stranger explained. "We have a king who is interested in science and discovery. So as soon as one of our scientists succeeded in creating a force-field that would enable people of our world to cross over into yours, the king appointed me to come and find out all I could. Are there any questions that you would like to ask?" The trapper drew down one shaggy eyebrow; this gave his face a sly, quizzical expression. "Well, I could maybe think of one or two little things," he said. "For instance, how come you can talk my language if you've been in this world only a few hours?" The stranger smiled, and his black eyes seemed to give off little sparkles of light. OVER
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XENON Page five The Leg Pullers James Russell Gray The old trapper spat tobacco juice into the fireplace, and said gravely, "so there I was with no way of escape, and the grizzly killed and ate me." The stranger nodded, poker-faced, though his eyes twinkled slightly. "These grizzlies seem very dangerous from your mental pictures of them. I've been in your world only a few hours, but still it seems a bit strange for a man to live all alone as you do, so far out here in the mountains, and catch animals for their--er--pelts." The trapper's eyes narrowed. "I'll apoligize for that windy I told, " he said. "Then you can give me back my leg and we'll call it even. Oh, I get it; you've seen those fantasy and science-fiction magazines on the table over there. All right, I'll play along just for fun. What world are you from?" "I'm from a place that exists on another plane of vibration," the stranger explained. "We have a king who is interested in science and discovery. So as soon as one of our scientists succeeded in creating a force-field that would enable people of our world to cross over into yours, the king appointed me to come and find out all I could. Are there any questions that you would like to ask?" The trapper drew down one shaggy eyebrow; this gave his face a sly, quizzical expression. "Well, I could maybe think of one or two little things," he said. "For instance, how come you can talk my language if you've been in this world only a few hours?" The stranger smiled, and his black eyes seemed to give off little sparkles of light. OVER
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