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Title: One touch of Terra
Author: Hannes Bok
Release date: November 19, 2023 [eBook #72173]
Language: English
Original publication: New York, NY: King-Size Publications, Inc, 1956
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one touch of terra
By HANNES BOK
Maybe they _had_ been bad mannered--accepting things
of her--but who was to guess the Martian would interfere?
_Hannes Bok, who has been part of the world of Science Fiction
and Fantasy for so many years, tells the touching story of Trixie
and her dandelions, in the little mining camp on Venus, and how
one of them th'ar Martians tried to do her--and the citizens of
Finchburg--wrong.... Of course Goreck was just giving Trixie the
runaround. All he was really after was her dandelions ... as you
would have been...._
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
Fantastic Universe December 1956.
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
"Listen, Elmer!" Horseface Smith told his gwip. "What's that racket
ahead--yellin', shootin', or both?"
Elmer obediently stopped and cocked his duck-head in the direction of
Finchburg, then nodded sagely, if somewhat ambiguously. He was a pack
animal of the sort commonly used by psithium-prospectors on Venus,
now that interplanetary travel was commonplace, and he was almost as
intelligent as a human.
Despite his size--he was nearly as large as a terrestrial horse--he
must have had a dash of flying-squirrel blood, since when in a hurry
gwips were apt to bound off the ground, flattening their plump bodies
in a flying-squirrel glide which took them thirty to fifty feet per
jump.
But at present Elmer wasn't able to do any bounding. His saddle-bags
were sagging with samples of ore, and he had all he could do just to
walk.
Horseface clunked his heels on Elmer's sides, urging him up the
stony hillside. They gained the summit and craned down at Finchburg,
only half a mile below. Like most of the mining-settlements scattered
sparsely over the vast Venus deserts, it consisted of scarcely a dozen
buildings, none of them new, but all in reasonably good repair. If
it is true that a town speaks for its inhabitants, Finchburg plainly
declared that while its people might be down on their luck, but they
hadn't lost hope.
"Looks like Trixie is blowing her jets," Horseface speculated, and
Elmer dipped his broad bill in agreement. "Wonder what's eating her?
She ain't acted human for months!"
Elmer cocked an inquiring eye on his master as if asking whether
Trixie's behavior could possibly be considered gwippish. He decided
not, and clucked sympathetically. He knew all about Trixie's
idiosyncrasies. But then, who--or what--didn't?
Trixie O'Neill was the only woman within a thousand miles of the Venus
Flats, and furthermore, the only terrestrial woman. She wasn't young
nor beautiful. She was in her middle fifties, gaunt, coarse, and had a
wooden leg.
She'd come to Finchburg thirty years ago at the height of the psithium
rush. She'd been young and pretty then, and desperately in love with
her prospector-spouse Mike O'Neill. Mike had been a roistering giant,
but he hadn't lasted long on Venus. The acid dust had eaten his lungs
away, and in less than a year he'd been laid to rest down in an
abandoned mine.
Almost immediately the veins of psithium had petered out. The
mine-owners closed the shafts and took away their expensive equipment
imported nut-by-bolt by rocket from Earth. Finchburg became a
ghost-town. All the miners except for die-hards like Horseface had
moved far away to the more promising strikes of Satterlee, Guzil Banks
and Storington.
But Trixie remained at Finchburg. "My Mike's buried here, ain't he?
Awright--where he stays, I stay!"
And she went on doggedly doing Mike's work until a cave-in crushed one
of her legs, after which she set up a hostelry which was a one-woman
service-bureau--she washed the miners' clothes, served their meals,
kept their books, sold supplies to them and most of all kept up their
morale. She provided the woman's touch, and the men adored her.
But the touch which they worshiped abjectly was of Terra itself--half
of a blistered blast-tube filled with Terrestrial soil and growing
genuine Terrestrial dandelions, rather scrubby and colorless ones, but
from good old Terra just the same.
When you thought you'd choke on one more whiff of the bitter
Venus-dust, when you remembered the green lushness of Terra and wished
you were back there, knowing you could never find enough psithium
to pay your passage--then you went to Trixie's place, looked at her
dandelions and maybe touched your finger to the dirt in which they
grew--and you went away feeling better somehow. You'd been home again
for a little while.
And if anybody saw a tear in your eye, he looked the other way. Because
maybe tomorrow he'd be doing the same.
Why, there hadn't been a Mercurian in camp for years. They were afraid
to come here ever since the earthmen had run out of town that one who'd
got drunk on _vhubi_, upset the tube and tried to trample the plants.
No man, you didn't treat Trixie or her dandelions lightly. They were
sacred.
* * * * *
"Hey," Horseface asked Elmer, "is that a rocket down there? A
rocket--in Finchburg?"
Elmer peered forward and said, "Wak, wak!" in a meshed-gears voice,
meaning yes.
"A rocket!" Horseface marvelled. "Maybe it's visitors from Terra! Or
maybe it's news of a new strike! Gee-jup, Elmer! Time's a-jettin'!"
They started down the hillside's hairpin turns. The shouting grew more
strident, and at times Horseface heard the raucous yowl of blaster-guns.
Celebration!
"Yippity!" Horseface bellowed, firing his own gun in the air.
But it turned out to be anything but a celebration. Horseface rushed
Elmer into the community stable, unhooked the saddle-bags, dropped the
stall-bar, and ran toward Trixie's place, "The Pride of Terra".
Every man in the camp was waiting at the door, and waiting
vociferously. The comments mingled into an indistinguishable babble. A
few miners were loitering around the rocket, a small two-seater, like
mice cagily inspecting a new and baffling trap. Horseface recognized it
by the device emblazoned on one of its doors--a yellow sunburst on a
grey square, the insignia of United Mars.
The rocket belonged to Thurd Goreck, the Martian. Goreck hadn't been in
town for years. He and his fellows had their diggings over at Saturday
Wells, "Saturday" for short, in the west. What, Horseface wondered,
possibly could have brought him here?
Since Horseface was a little below average height, he couldn't see
over the heads of the crowd. He raced up the steps of an old ruin
opposite Trixie's establishment. A shrieking beam from a blast-gun
fired at random just missed him and scorched the wood overhead.
He heard Trixie's bark: "Stop it, boys, do you hear me? Somebody's
likely to get hurt!"
She was standing in her doorway, a big sculpturesque woman with her
feet planted solidly wide and her red fists on her broad hips. Her face
was square and rough-hewn as a man's, the skin leathery from years of
weathering. She'd thrown her blue lace scarf around her shoulders, the
scarf that Mike O'Neill had given her on their first anniversary. Her
crystal earrings dangled under her cottony hair--a bad sign. Trixie
never put on her shawl and earrings unless thinking of leaving town.
Thurd Goreck lounged against the door-frame beside her. Like most
Martians, he was tall and spindle-legged, large-chested, big-nosed and
equipped with almost elephantine ears. He displayed quite a paternal
solicitude whenever he looked at Trixie, but he sneered openly at the
yelping crowd.
"Don't do it, Trix!" somebody roared above the din.
"You'll be sorry!" another warned.
Still another wanted to know, "Have you forgotten Mike?"
Then Horseface noticed that the other Martians from Goreck's settlement
were ranged on either side of Trixie and Goreck, holding off the
Finchburgers. It was they who were doing most of the firing--warning
blasts over the crowd's heads.
"No," Trixie yelled, "I ain't forgotten Mike. He was a better man than
the lot of you put together!"
Horseface whistled to Candy Derain, who turned and edged toward him.
"What's up, Candy?"
"Man!" Candy reached at him. "You're just the one we need--Trixie's
running away! You got to do something quick!"
"She's--huh?"
"Goreck's been lazing around town almost ever since you went out nugget
hunting. He's taking Trixie to Saturday--going to set her up there in a
new place. He was smart and waited till you weren't around, 'cause he
knows you cut a lot of ice with Trix. You got to stop her--"
A roar from the crowd cut him short. It sounded as if all the men
simultaneously had been jabbed with ice picks.
"Look!"
"No!"
"They're stealing our Terra!"
"Trixie, you can't do this to us--you can't!"
"Ain't you got no heart at all?"
Horseface goggled, and groaned. Trixie and Goreck had stepped aside,
making room for those Martians who were coming out with the blast-tube
and its dandelions.
"Howling Gizzlesteins!" Horseface moaned. Then determinedly, "One side,
Candy!"
He launched into the mob, shouldering, prodding and elbowing room for
himself until he was out in front. A Martian significantly poked a
blaster in his ribs.
"Trixie!" Horseface bawled, "what do you think you're doing?"
She scowled more fiercely than ever. "You!" she thundered, pointing
a muscular arm for emphasis. "You're a fine one, asking me that! I'm
clearing out of here, that's what. I'm sick and tired of all you
useless loafers preying on my good nature! Ain't it so, Goreck?"
The Martian nodded, grinning.
"For years and years," Trixie cried on, "you've been bleeding me dry!
Trixie will you do this for me? Trixie will you do that? And I been
doing it 'cause I felt sorry for you hopeless free-loaders, like as
if maybe you was my own Mike. But now I'm through with you--and why?
'Cause you never treated me like no lady, that's why! You don't deserve
a woman's kindness, Goreck says, and he's right!"
The uproar was dying down, no doubt keeping the miners' spirits company.
"Maybe I ain't no raving beauty," Trixie continued, "but that don't
mean I ain't no lady, see?" In her next remark she used questionable
words of interstellar origin--it is doubtful if they could have been
said to have enriched any language. "Why, you frownzley glorfels, you
even swear in front of me! So I'm clearing out. I've more than paid my
debt to Mike, Lord rest him."
As the groans began, she gestured airily. "Put the flowers in the
rocket, lads!"
"But Trixie!" Horseface called, pushing a step ahead. The Martian's gun
dug a trifle deeper into his side.
"Eassy doess it," the Martian admonished in his whistling accent.
Horseface cried, "We're your own people, Trixie! You can't ditch us for
Martians!"
"My people are the people treating me with respect!" she retorted, and
Horseface's long visage fell several inches longer.
Goreck's Martians slid the dandelion-container into the rocket's
baggage compartment and stood back, forming a lane down which Goreck
assisted Trixie with exaggerated politeness. Surely she should have
seen that his smirk was purely one of triumph!
But she didn't. She swung along on her wooden leg, thrilled to the
core, beaming coyly at Goreck and actually blushing. He handed her into
the rocket, let her arrange herself comfortably, then went to the other
side of the flyer and swung aboard.
He slammed the door shut and reached for the controls. He treated the
assemblage to one last sneer so poisonous that even a coral snake
would have flinched from it. Trixie leaned across him to thumb her
nose--after all, Emily Post and Amy Vanderbilt had been dead for a
century.
The Martian with his gun in Horseface's midriff stepped back and away.
Horseface would have rushed after him, but Mouse Digby caught him from
behind.
"Hold it, Horseface!" And more softly, "We been up to something--"
Goreck pulled the rocket's power-lever with a grand flourish. Nothing
happened. He smiled sweetly at Trixie, shrugged and dragged on the
lever again. Nothing happened. On the third try he nearly wrenched the
stick from its socket. From one of the rocket's jets, as though torn
from its very heart, came two feeble sparks and a mournful burp.
"We busted their feed-line!" Digby chuckled.
* * * * *
Goreck, having gone thus far, was not minded to stop now. He sprang
from the rocket, called something in Martian to his men, and several
of them raced away. The miners cheered perhaps a shade precipitately
and bore down on the rest. The gun-toting Martians filled the air with
frantic warning blasts and were swept down before they could turn their
weapons to more practical use. The miners reeled around the rocket,
swaying it as they clubbed the Martians with their own guns.
Goreck backed them away with well-laced blasts near their toes--what
was known as "the quick hotfoot" since it turned the ground molten. He
maneuvered himself with his back to his ship, his men breaking free and
joining him.
Trixie clambered out seething with wrath. "You brakking chadouzes!" she
howled, brandishing a brawny fist. The men subsided sheepishly silent.
She was accustomed to having her way, and they were accustomed to
letting her have it. It had proved the best policy in the long run.
"Look at you, brawling and trying to keep me from having the one thing
I want more than anything else--being treated lady-like! You think I
got any sympathy for you when you act like this? You can't keep me here
no longer, and you might as well realize it--and leave me go!"
They muttered angrily, but there was nothing to do except surrender.
Horseface didn't bother to sheathe his gun--he threw it down in the
dust. Mouse Digby, who'd been so elated over the stalling of the
rocket, turned away and burst into tears.
The men were driven farther back as Trixie's supply-jeep snorted up
to the rocket, driven by those Martians to whom Goreck earlier had
shouted. They leaped down and assisted their fellow in transferring the
dandelions from the rocket to the jeep.
"Dissable my sship, will you?" Goreck asked, grinning foxily. "Well, as
we Martians say, there are plenty of ways to cook a gnorph!"
He snapped his fingers to one of his big-eared breed. "Phorey, you
drive the jeep over to Ssaturday." Trixie started toward the jeep and
he halted her--very courteously, of course. "No, my dear lady, we will
let the jeep go firsst. Then we can be certain that nobody followss
after it to rob you of your lovely flowerss. We will leave later."
The jeep chugged away. Trixie was very red-faced and unable to look at
her erst-while Finchburg admirers. Perhaps, Horseface hoped, she was
relenting. But if she were, Goreck knew how to prevent it.
"Ssuch clods, to sstare sso at a lady!" he purred, and Trixie glared
relentlessly at the men who had adored her so long--and apparently, so
vainly.
* * * * *
Since Goreck's rocket was damaged beyond immediate repair, he rode off
with Trixie on the town borer, a community-owned tractor equipped with
a giant blaster and used in boring mine-tunnels. It was not intended
for general travel and rumbled away very slowly, kicking up a great
deal of dust. The other Martians had come on gwips, which they now
mounted, then made off in a hurry.
"You'll get your borer back when I get my rocket back!" Goreck called
from the wake of dust.
The Finchburgers stayed as they were, every spine an S of dejection.
"With Trixie gone," Candy Derain mourned, "there ain't no use our
staying here. We'll all starve!"
Baldy Dunn said, "Maybe we was bad-mannered accepting things off of
her, but I always meant to pay her back as soon as I found me some
psithium. If I'd of thought--"
Horseface said, "Of course Goreck is just giving Trixie the runaround.
All he's really after is her dandelions, 'cause he knows what they
mean to us. He'll keep 'em till we go to his diggings to work for him,
that's what! He'll charge us real money every time we want to touch
'em--and where are we going to get money? It's like he's holding 'em
for ransom!"
He set his jaw. "Well, we ain't going to let him get away with it!
When Trixie finds out what a nopper he is, she'll be sorry, sure--but
she won't never come back here on account of she's too proud! She'll
just stay in Saturday being Goreck's slave, her poor heart meanwhiles
busting--and I ain't going to let her!"
He started briskly for the stable, the others hesitantly trailing
along. "I'm getting on Elmer and going after her. Dandelions be
desubricated, I'm going to save Trixie in spite of herself!"
But it seemed that everybody was having that identical idea at once.
Not all of them owned gwips, so the party of rescuers set off on a
peculiar assortment of vehicles--Candy on his vacuum-cup bicycle
meant for scaling precipices, Baldy Dunn and several others on
pick-wielding ore-cars, some on the psithium-detectors, and Digby on
the mowing-machine which cut and baled grasses for the feeding of the
gwips. About a third of the expedition had to go afoot.
In no time at all, Horseface and the other gwip-riders had far
outstripped the clumsy machines and the pedestrians. As Elmer soared
toward Saturday in forty-foot bounds, Horseface called to the rider
abreast of him:
"Wasn't that Martian driving Trixe's jeep Phorey Yakkermunn? Yeah? Kind
of thought so! Remembered him from way back when the rush was on," he
mumbled to himself. "Seemed a little crazy even then, and guess he had
to be, to go and turn against us what used to be his buddies. Elmer,
for the love of Pete, space your jumps--you're beating the breath out
of me!"
He came to a fork in the road and turned left, following the borer's
tracks. Then he halted, letting the other gwips overtake him. They had
started after Trixie too late. A swathe of sip-flowers had moved in
across the road.
"Might as well try to swim through space to Terra!" Horseface lamented.
"Blast them zips!"
* * * * *
But it wouldn't have done him much good if he had blasted them.
The zips were pretty things, something like Terrestrial
tiger-lilies--brilliant orange cups on tall green stems. They grew
very thickly and had been named because of their incredibly swift
life-cycle. In five seconds they would zip up from the ground as
sprouts, attain full green growth, blossom, produce seed, fall
withering and scatter the seed which in another five seconds would do
the same thing over again.
Nobody possibly could wedge through their rank masses. If anyone tried,
and were somehow to reach their midst, he would find himself being
tossed up and down at five-second intervals as though being hazed on a
blanket.
The zips traveled whichever way the wind carried their seeds--which
happened right now to be away from Saturday. If the salt plains and
chains of vertical peaks had not checked them, they might have choked
the whole of Venus centuries ago.
Horseface blinked at them, dismayed. The other men also blinked, since
the continual change from bare earth to green stems to orange blooms
and back to bare earth again took place in five snaps of the fingers,
like the winking of an illuminated sign.
Elmer helpfully tried to eat them, but they vanished in decay even as
his beak closed over them. And they stretched for miles and miles.
"Awrk!" He spat them out and shrugged discouragedly, almost hurling
Horseface off the saddle.
"Guess we got to detour," Horseface sighed. They skirted the
encroaching zips and ran smack into a sheerly perpendicular cliff.
While they were wondering what to do next, Candy purred up on his
vacuum-cup bicycle.
"At least I can ride up and over," he said, switching gear. He shot up
the cliff and out of sight, the suction-cups popping like a string of
fire-crackers.
"You fool, come back here!" Horseface bawled, but Candy was out of
earshot by then. "He's forgot there's nothing but rock-spires for miles
and miles on the other side. He'll ride up and down for hours and get
no farther forward than a hundred yards!"
He thumped his heels on Elmer's sides. "Gee-jup, Elmer--we'll have to
try the other end of the zips."
Digby hailed him from the mower. "Should I try cutting a path through
'em?"
"How can you, when they die before your blade turns, and grow up before
it can turn again? They'll bounce you to butter and shake the mower to
bits."
"But we got to do something!"
By now the men on the detectors and ore-cars had caught up with the
gwips, and the men on foot were within hailing distance.
"We're licked," Horseface mourned. "Ain't nothing we can do, except try
the other end of the zips--and that's miles away. We're finished."
But they weren't. Elmer sneezed, exclaimed, "Yuk, yuk!" and jabbed his
bill to indicate the cliffs.
Horseface sniffed. "Smells like rock-dust. If I didn't know better, I'd
say somebody's been boring through the rock--hey! Trix and Goreck were
riding on the borer! The zips must have cut them off the road like us!
Come on, boys, look for the hole they made--boring a tunnel to cut past
the zips!"
He didn't need to nudge Elmer. The gwip leaped toward the rocks, found
the hole and slowed to a crouching walk into it. The passage was eight
feet in diameter and reeking of blasted rock. After about a hundred
yards it emerged into daylight but encountered zips _en masse_ and so
returned inward for several hundred yards more.
"That means Goreck wasted a lot of time tunneling," Horseface said
happily. "Maybe we ain't so terrible far behind after all."
There was a shriek from the rear, and he reined Elmer. "What's that?"
"Dunno," the next man said, turning to look back.
They waited. One of the pedestrians came sprinting. "Hey, the detectors
found a whopping vein of psithium--bigger than the one that started the
old-time rush!"
"Huh, is that all?" Horseface demanded. "Forget it! We got to save
Trixie!"
* * * * *
The borer had traveled faster than Horseface had imagined. He didn't
come in sight of it until the party reached Saturday. It was just
stopping in front of Goreck's tavern, "The Martian's Fancy". Goreck was
handing Trixie down from it.
Saturday was a lot less of a ghost-town than Finchburg. Maybe there
were weeds in its main street, but every house had its occupants, and
some had coats of paint besides.
Elmer braked at the borer, his claws deeply furrowing the dust.
Horseface called, "Trix, come on back! We come to save you in spite of
yourself!"
Goreck whistled, and a flock of his boys materialised on the porch of
"The Martian's Fancy".
"Trouble, boyss! Sstand ready!"
Then he smiled at Horseface and the other Finchburgers. It was
a masterpiece of insult. "I don't like blast-play or dangerouss
fighting, but if necessary, I'll resort to it. You've no authority to
argue, sso go before you get hurt. Trixie iss here because she wants to
be here--no, my dear?"
He nudged her. She jumped, looked as though she was about to bat him
one, then gulped and nodded. She couldn't look in the eyes of Horseface
and his party.
Horseface laid his hand on his blaster-butt. "It don't make no particle
of difference. Maybe you fooled Trix, but you ain't fooled us, so hand
her over, see?"
Goreck twinkled jovially at his men in front of "The Martian's Fancy".
He said, "Horseface, I warn you--get back, and take your hand off your
gun. As long as I have the dandelionss ssafe inside my headquarterss,
I'm quite ssure that you won't dare try anything reckless--"
"Boss! Psst!" One of the Martians was beckoning nervously.
"What is it?" Goreck demanded testily. "Sspeak up! There'ss nothing to
fear--we've got the whip hand."
"But, boss--"
Goreck dropped his own hand to his own gun. The Martian hastily piped,
"The dandelionss! They didn't get here!"
"I--what--ulp!" Goreck spluttered, which made beautiful sense even if
it wasn't coherent. He dived behind Trixie as though behind a rock,
and whipped out his gun.
"Looking klambits!" Mouse Digby moaned. "The zips! They got Phorey and
the jeep and the dandelions! Shook 'em to pieces!"
He pressed his mouth into a slit and started grimly forward. But
Trixie's scream checked him.
"My dandelions! Gone! All gone! Just 'cause I wanted to be treated
nice--"
Horseface said, "You see? That's what you get for being so foolish. And
ain't us coming to fetch you kind of a compliment? It's sure took us a
lot more effort than Goreck's sweet-talking did. You, Goreck, get out
from behind a woman's skirts! That ain't no way for a gentleman to act!"
"Trixie, back up to the Fancy," Goreck snapped. "Hide me. Boyss," he
squeaked, gesturing wildly, "let 'em have it!"
"No you don't! You ain't going to shoot my old pardners!" Trixie
fumed, even as a number of rays from Martian blasters sang past. The
Finchburgers ducked, not daring to shoot while Trixie was so near their
targets.
She turned, swooped and had Goreck off the ground, high over her head
and squawking. He didn't dare shoot her since she was his only hope of
salvation, and the Martians didn't either.
They just stopped fighting.
Trixie walked Goreck over to Horseface and thumped him down on the
dust. The rest of the Martians held a quick exchange of ideas limited
strictly to gestures, and began to melt away from the scene.
"Fortune hunter! Deceiver!" Trixie bawled at Goreck who was already
wretched enough with blasters poked in his face. "You promised me
you'd do it all peaceful, and still you wanted to shoot my pardners!
You treated me decent just to get my dandelions away from me! I been
a fool," she sobbed at Horseface, grinding her fists in her eyes. She
dropped her hands and snapped at Goreck, "And it was you what made me
do it! I'll fix you for that! Out of my way, everybody!"
The Martians hiding in "The Martian's Fancy" and peeping from its
windows let out a shriek as she started for the borer. They'd read her
mind. They burst from the place like moths from an opened trunk, and
instantaneously scattered all over the landscape.
"You boys watch Goreck," Trixie ordered the Finchburgers who had come
on foot. "But you with the machines, come on--join the fun!"
The air not only was rent, but hamburgered as she turned on the
borer's blast-ray full-strength and dragged it straight for "The
Martian's Fancy". The mowing-machine chopped up a few street weeds
before it began to cut and bale the houses. The psithium detectors
hopped like kangaroos against the flimsy walls, battering them down.
Goreck's protests were inaudible in the clangor of smashing dwellings
and the crackle of crumbling masonry. His tears of frustration and fury
made tiny mudpies in the dust.
"I guess that'll show you how a lady ought to be treated," Trixie
observed rather enigmatically, but with grim satisfaction, after having
done to his town everything that the old Assyrian conquerors had
bragged about--except perhaps the piling up of human heads. "Now give
him a send-off, boys!"
But their blasts at his feet couldn't possibly keep up with him. Maybe
it was merely dust, but he ran so fast he seemed to smoke from friction.
"I guess nobody's going to like me no more, after what I went and
done--losing my dandelions," Trixie sighed. They had started homeward,
and she was riding behind Horseface on Elmer. Most of the pedestrians
were riding the borer.
Horseface said, "We love you more than ever, Trix. We had to lose you
before we could see what fools we been."
Horseface went on, "Don't worry about the dandelions. For one thing,
while we was going through that tunnel you and Goreck made, we found a
whopping big vein of psithium--big enough to start another rush! Now we
can all go back to Terra if we want to--or if we stay, you can build a
whole blooming conservatory!"
Trixie stopped sobbing. Elmer rejoiced, because from her hiccoughs he
had felt as if she and Horseface had been dancing on his back.
Horseface said, "And anyway, your dandelions ain't lost. I knew it when
I came chasing after you to the fork in the road. Phorey Yakkermunn the
Martian was driving your jeep. Don't you remember what we used to call
him? 'Ears', that's what--'Ears' Yakkermunn, 'cause being a Martian and
coming from a planet with rarefied air like there is on Mars, his ears
had to be extra big so they could catch sounds."
"What's that got to do with my dandelions?"
"Phorey never could get used to the heavy air we got here on Venus. It
makes sounds too loud and hurts his ears. So he still does like he used
to, he stuffs them with cotton. Goreck told him to take the dandelions
to Saturday, didn't he? But with all that cotton in his ears, you know
where he took 'em? To Satterlee!"
"Are you sure?"
"Positive! After we took the fork in the road, we was following
borer-tracks, not tire-marks!"
She threw her heavy arms around him, planting a kiss full on his lips.
It not only made him squirm, but reminded him of Candy Derain's suction
cup bicycle. Candy probably had traveled a hundred miles or so by
now--straight up and down again--and actually couldn't have gained more
than a hundred feet straightaway.
"You're so resourceful, Horseface," Trixie breathed, with
constellations rather than mere stars in her eyes. "You remind me of
Mike. And I'm going to reward you for all you've done. I'm going to
marry you!"
Horseface didn't dare to groan. While Trixie clamped a loving paw on
his own hand almost squeezing it to pulp, he wished fervently that he
was alone on the far hills--anywhere but here--looking for psithium
nuggets.
But Trixie always had her way, and she wasn't going to stop having it
now.
"You're so masterful!" she wheezed.
And even Elmer, looking back over his shoulder, hung his head and
sighed.
* * * * *
_A COMMENT ON_ ONE TOUCH OF TERRA
_I have read Dr. Hannes Bok's ONE TOUCH OF VENUS, which appears
elsewhere in this publication, with understandable interest. While I
may deplore, as a cultural anthropologist, Dr. Bok's obvious empathy
towards these miners with their socially regrettable attitude towards
the original inhabitants, I must say that Dr. Bok paints quite an
effective picture of living conditions in these scattered communities._
_I have been privileged, though, as I have said elsewhere, to visit
with and spend considerable time with the natives who withdrew to the
hills soon after our ships first landed._
_I have found these men and women extraordinarily hospitable, warm and
friendly, once they sense that you do not come among them as a tourist._
_They have a very ancient culture, a rich language (with gradations
similar to 20th century Javanese). Their chants are fantastic, long,
mournful wails, whose shadings, whose tremolos, still inspire you and
make you one with them. I hope to translate some of these chants in the
near future, including one dedicated to the sacred sand-lillies, so
erroneously called_ zips _by the miners_.
Vithaldas Hattopadhyaya O'Quinn
Lecturer in Venusian Antiquities
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