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The Hunter Hercules
by Harry St. GeorgeIt was a beautiful scene. Not a cloud marred the vast blue dome of heaven. Autumn reigned supreme in the Lone Star State, where brave Houston fought, and valiant Bowie fell at the Alamo. Near the Comanche ground on the far north-western border of the State we would bring the reader on this bright, cheerful morning in October.The prairie which, a mo..
Raw Material
by Dorothy Canfield FisherRaw Material is a collection of short stories written by Dorothy Canfield Fisher.Raw MaterialUncle Giles“What Goes Up...”Old Man WarnerThe Ideas of M. BrodardFairfax HunterProfessor Paul Meyer“While All the Gods...”Scylla and CharybdisArt AtmosphereColonel ShaysA Great LoveSupply and DemandUncle EllisGod’s CountryInheritanceThirty Years After“..
The Cosmic Junkman
by Rog PhillipsThe black eyes glanced down. The long-fingered hand began to retrieve the cards, then paused. Vilbis' almost classic features darkened with anger. With an effort he became calm. A secret inner amusement made little lights in his eyes as he looked up at his two captors again."You know," Bill Ford said thoughtfully, "sometimes I think you must have s..
At the Emperor's Wish - A Tale of the New Japan
by Oscar K. DavisFar out toward the end of Lower Timber Street, where incurious visitors to the city seldom stray, stands the house of Kudo Jukichi. It is called Lower Timber Street, the Upper end being down in the city where once the stout castle of the Lord of the Clan was the center of all the life of the place. But the name is falsely descriptive, for it leads ..
A Soldier's Home Is Battle
by Lowell StonePrivate First Class Jerry Conlon glanced from the radar screen to the other five members of his Atomic Gun Post team on the outer perimeter of the city. The look in their eyes was one of dazed alarm. Automatically he joined them in zipping shut radiation suits, and then they went for the gun controls, knowing it was too late. A flash of intolerable..
The Disembodied Man
by Jack Owen JardineIt was a cold night, and lonely, for George Jameson. He paced the floor of his apartment, back and forth, into the kitchen, into the hall, through the bedroom, back and forth. Angrily, he reached for his coat. Maybe some fresh air would do him good. He buttoned the coat, fumbled for his overcoat. Then he walked outdoors.It was snowing. The cl..
The Frogs of Mars
by Roger D. AycockThere was nothing special about the little man who came into Larry's place, unless it might have been his air of vague familiarity and the mixed expression on his face. He looked disgusted and defensive and at the same time a little resentful, with a dash of something else thrown in which none of us recognized until later.I'd have mistaken him for ..
The Man Who Made the World
by Richard MathesonNurse Mudde left. A small man entered. He was five foot five wearing a suit made for a man six foot five. His hands were near-hidden by the sleeve ends, his trouser leg bottoms creased sharply at the shoe tops, assuming the function of unattached spats. The shoes were virtually invisible. As was the gentleman's mouth lurking behind a mustache of mo..