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Updated: June 17, 2025
Wrenn trotted toward the bow to thrill over the bump of the boat's snub nose against the lofty swaying piles and the swash of the brown waves heaped before her as she sidled into place. He was carried by the herd on into the station. He did not notice the individual people in his exultation as he heard the great chords of the station's paean.
I chose you; Marbolt gave me the privilege of selection." "Wal, guess we'd best git goin'. Willow Bluff station's fair to decent, so we'll only need our blankets an' grub an' a tidy bunch of ammunition. Guess I'll go an' see Teddy fer the rations." He went off in a hurry. Tresler looked after him. It was good to be dealing with such a man after those others, Jake and the rancher.
Tommy, though regretful, consoled himself by the ready means of the station's gaieties, played tennis with zest, inaugurated a gymkhana, and danced practically every night into the early morning. He was a delightful companion for little Tessa Ermsted who followed him everywhere and was never snubbed, an inquiring mind notwithstanding.
The articles which constitute a station's "supplies" are of such a kaleidoscopic variety, that their enumeration would almost be endless; and we will merely observe that the heterogeneous mass was safely, and speedily, transferred from the dray to the ground, whence it was deposited in the store.
"Permission to touch down granted, Polaris. You are to line up on approach to landing-port seven repeat seven. Am now sending out guiding radar beam. Can you read beam?" Tom turned to the intercom. "Have you got the station's guiding beam, Roger?" "All lined up, Tom," replied Roger from the radar bridge.
It looked down twenty feet, perhaps, to the deep snow that covered the station's grounds. The Director started with Georg; but Georg pushed him violently away. "No! No! You let me alone!" His accents were those of a spoiled child. The Director hesitated, and Georg, with a hand to his forehead, wavered toward the casement.
The fuel tanks were made of thin durable aluminite; a huge cylinder, covered with heat-resistant paint, was the air conditioner; power came from a bank of atomic dynamos and generators; while those massive pumps kept the station's artificial air and water supply circulating.
"Why the Cow-pens sent word that the soldiers were against Blue Lick too, and were going to stop the station's pack-train. Maybe the stationers were afraid of the soldiers." To a torrent of questions as to how the news had first come, how the menace lowered, what disposition for defense the stationers could make, the little girl seemed bewildered.
"Mornin', Pliny," said Scattergood. "Mornin', Scattergood." "Fetch any passengers?" "Drummer 'n' a fat woman to visit the Bogles. Say, Scattergood, looks like you're goin' to have competition." "Um!... Don't say." "Hardware," said Pliny, nasally. "Station's heaped with it. Every merchant in town's layin' in a stock." "Do tell," said Scattergood, without emotion. "Kettleman and Locker?"
When annoyed at meal-times by the constant quarrels of the white men about precedence, he ordered an immense round table to be made, for which a special house had to be built. This was the station's mess-room. Where he sat was the first place the rest were nowhere. One felt this to be his unalterable conviction. He was neither civil nor uncivil. He was quiet.
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