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Updated: June 12, 2025
In 1818 T. L. McKenny, Superintendent of Indian Trade, recommended the building of seven additional trading houses, one of which was to be located on the "River St. Peters, at or about its junction with the Mississippi." Thus, through the Indian department steps were being taken to inaugurate a new régime in the upper Northwest.
The boy jerked himself erect and snapped to attention. "I I'm sorry, sir," he stammered. "But my boot it was coming off and " "I don't care if your pants are falling down, an order's an order!" The boy gulped and reddened as a nervous titter rippled through the ranks. McKenny spun around and glared. There was immediate silence. "What's your name?" He turned back to the boy. "Corbett, sir.
" And yet," continued Strong, "every morning for the last three weeks I've got a report from McKenny about some sort of friction between them!" "I think it'll work out, Steve," answered the pretty girl in the uniform of the Solar Guard, seated in an easy chair on the other side of the desk.
"Yes, sir," replied Tom, wondering how this man he didn't even know could know so much about him. "Well, you won't make it if I ever catch you disobeying orders again!" McKenny turned quickly to see what effect he had created on the others. The lines of bewildered faces satisfied him that his old trick of using one of the cadets as an example was a success. He turned back to Corbett.
Stripped to the waist, wearing shorts and soft, three-quarter-length space boots, the three boys walked onto the sun-baked field amid the rousing cheers from the stands. Across the field, the cadets of the Arcturus unit walked out to meet them, stopping beside McKenny at the mid-field line.
They met Mike McKenny, the stubby warrant officer, at the air lock of the Solar Guard rocket destroyer that would take them to Mars. After they had climbed into the ship, they waited for a full hour before they could get clearance to blast off. And, in flight, they were forced to maintain constant alert and careful position in the heavy flow of traffic to and from Earth.
Taking a deep breath McKenny launched into a blistering tirade. His choice of words were to be long remembered by the group and repeated to succeeding classes. Storming against the huge Venusian like a pygmy attacking an elephant, McKenny roared, berated and blasted.
And no bunch of Earthworms is going to make me lose the chance to get those last two by trying to make a space monkey out of me!" McKenny sauntered along the line of boys with that same strange catlike step and looked squarely into the eyes of each boy in turn. "Just to keep the record straight, I'm your cadet supervisor.
He was joined by a thin handsome young man, Lieutenant Judson Saminsky, and finally, Warrant Officer McKenny. They nodded silently in greeting. It would be over soon. Strong glanced at the clock over the desk. Another ten minutes to go.
"I figured if I couldn't get into space one way, I'd do it another," said Morgan proudly. "A lot of times I wished I was still a cadet with you, but now I don't think I'd change it for anything in the world." "I can believe that," said Tom, smiling. "And a master sergeant at that! McKenny told us once it took a man nearly fifteen years to get top rating.
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