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They
looked
at
the
great
House
,
smiling
It
began
to
crack
down
the
middle
,
as
with
an
earthquake
,
and
as
Stendahl
watched
the
magnificent
sight
he
heard
Pikes
reading
behind
him
in
a
low
,
cadenced
voice
:
"
«
…
my
brain
reeled
as
I
saw
the
mighty
walls
rushing
asunder
—
there
was
a
long
tumultuous
shouting
sound
like
the
voice
of
a
thousand
waters
—
and
the
deep
and
dank
tarn
at
my
feet
closed
sullenly
and
silently
over
the
fragments
of
the
House
of
Usher
.
»
"
The
helicopter
rose
over
the
steaming
lake
and
flew
into
the
west
.
And
what
more
natural
than
that
,
at
last
,
the
old
people
come
to
Mars
,
following
in
the
trail
left
by
the
loud
frontiersmen
,
the
aromatic
sophisticates
,
and
the
professional
travelers
and
romantic
lecturers
in
search
of
new
grist
.
And
so
the
dry
and
crackling
people
,
the
people
who
spent
their
time
listening
to
their
hearts
and
feeling
their
pulses
and
spooning
syrups
into
their
wry
mouths
,
these
people
who
once
had
taken
chair
cars
to
California
in
November
and
third
-
class
steamers
to
Italy
in
April
,
the
dried
-
apricot
people
,
the
mummy
people
,
came
at
last
to
Mars
…
The
blue
mountains
lifted
into
the
rain
and
the
rain
fell
down
into
the
long
canals
and
old
LaFarge
and
his
wife
came
out
of
their
house
to
watch
.
"
First
rain
this
season
,
"
LaFarge
pointed
out
.
"
It
’
s
good
,
"
said
his
wife
.
"
Very
welcome
.
"
