Astounding Stories, June, 1931

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• Publié par: idwou
• Publié le: 01 décembre 2010
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• Langue: English

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The Project Gutenberg EBook of Astounding Stories, June, 1931, by Various This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org Title: Astounding Stories, June, 1931 Author: Various Release Date: April 5, 2010 [EBook #31893] Language: English Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK ASTOUNDING STORIES, JUNE, 1931 *** Produced by Sankar Viswanathan, Greg Weeks, and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net ASTOUNDING STORIES 20¢ On Sale the First Thursday of Each Month W. M. CLAYTON, Publisher Editor HARRY BATES, Editor DR. DOUGLAS M. DOLD, Consulting The Clayton Standard on a Magazine Guarantees That the stories therein are clean, interesting, vivid, by leading writers of the day and purchased under conditions approved by the Authors' League of America; That such magazines are manufactured in Union shops by American workmen; That each newsdealer and agent is insured a fair profit; That an intelligent censorship guards their advertising pages. The other Clayton magazines are : ACE-HIGH MAGAZINE, RANCH ROMANCES, COWBOY STORIES, CLUES, FIVE-NOVELS MONTHLY ALL STAR DETECTIVE STORIES, RANGELAND , LOVE STORY MAGAZINE, WESTERN ADVENTURES AND WESTERN LOVE STORIES. More than Two Million Copies Required to Supply the Monthly Demand for Clayton Magazines. VOL. VI, No. 3 CONTENTS June, 1931 COVER DESIGN THE MAN FROM 2071 H. W. WESSO SEWELL PEASLEE WRIGHT 295 Painted in Water-Colors from a Scene in "Manape the Mighty." Out of the Flow of Time There Appears to Commander John Hanson a Man of Mystery from the Forgotten Past. MANAPE THE MIGHTY . ARTHUR J. BURKS 308 High in Jungle Treetops Swings Young Bentley—His Human Brain Imprisoned in a Mighty Ape. (A Complete Novelette.) HOLOCAUST THE EARTHMAN'S BURDEN CHARLES WILLARD DIFFIN R. F. STARZL 356 375 The Extraordinary Story of "Paul," Who for Thirty Days Was Dictator of the World. There is Foul Play on Mercury—until Danny Olear of the Interplanetary Flying Police Gets After His Man. THE EXILE OF TIME RAY CUMMINGS 386 Larry and George from 1935, Mary from 1777—All Are Caught up in the Treacherous Tugh's Revolt of the Robots in the Time World of 2930. (Part Three of a Four-Part Novel.) THE READERS' CORNER ALL OF US 416 A Meeting Place for Readers of Astounding Stories. Single Copies, 20 Cents In Canada, 25 Cents Yearly Subscription, $2.00 Issued monthly by The Clayton Magazines, Inc., 80 Lafayette St., New York. N. Y W. M. Clayton, President; . Francis P. Pace, Secretary. Entered as second-class matter December 7, 1929, at the Post Office at New York, N. Y under Act of March 3, 1879. Title registered as a Trade Mark in the U. S. Patent Office. Member ., Newsstand Group. For advertising rates address The Newsstand Group, Inc., 80 Lafayette Street, New York; or The Wrigley Bldg., Chicago. [295] The Man From 2071 By Sewell Peaslee Wright Out of the flow of time there appears to Commander John Hanson a man of mystery from the forgotten past. Perhaps this story does not belong with my other tales of the Special Patrol Service. And yet, there is, or should be, a report somewhere in the musty archives of the Service, covering the incident. Not accurately, and not in detail. Among a great mass of old records which I was browsing through the other day, I happened across that report; it occupied exactly three lines in the log-book of the Ertak : "Just before departure, discovered stowaway, apparently demented, and ejected him." For the hard-headed higher-ups of the Service, that was report enough. Had I given the facts, they would have called me to the Base for a long-winded investigation. It would have taken weeks and weeks, filled with fussy questioning. Dozens of stoop-shouldered laboratory men would have prodded and snooped and asked for long, written accounts. In those days, keeping the log-book was writing enough for me and being grounded at Base for weeks would have been punishment. Nothing would have been gained by a detailed report. The Service needed action rather than reports, anyway. But now that I am an old man, on the retired list, I have time to write; and it will be a particular pleasure to write this account, for it will go to prove that these much-honored scientists of ours, with all their tremendous appropriations and long-winded discussions, are not nearly so wonderful as they think they are. They are, and always have been, too much interested in abstract formulas, and not enough in their practical application. I have never had a great deal of use for them. [296] had received orders to report to Earth, regarding a dull routine matter of reorganizing the emergency Base which had been established there. Earth, I might add, for the benefit of those of you who have forgotten your geography of the Universe, is not a large body, but its people furnish almost all of the officer personnel of the Special Patrol Service. Being a native of Earth, I received the assignment with considerable pleasure, despite its dry and uninteresting nature. It was a stood sight to see old Earth, bundled up in her cottony clouds, growing larger and larger in the television disc. No matter how much you wander around the Universe, no matter how small and insignificant the world of your birth, there is a tie that cannot be denied. I have set my ships down upon many a strange and unknown world, with danger and adventure awaiting me, but there is, for me, no thrill which quite duplicates that of viewing again that particular little ball of mud from whence I sprang. I've said that before; I shall probably say it again. I am proud to claim Earth as my birth-place, small and out-of-the way as she is. Our Base on Earth was adjacent to the city of Greater Denver, on the Pacific Coast. I could not help wondering, as we settled swiftly over the city, whether our historians and geologists and other scientists were really right in saying that Denver had at one period been far from the Pacific. It seemed impossible, as I gazed down on that blue, tranquil sea, that it had engulfed, hundreds of years ago, such a vast portion of North America. But I suppose the men of science know. need not go into the routine business that brought me to Earth. Suffice it to say that it was settled quickly, by the afternoon of the second day: I am referring, of course, to Earth days, which are slightly less than half the length of an enaren of Universe time. A number of my friends had come to meet me, visit with me during my brief stay on Earth; and,