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The
ship
came
down
from
space
.
It
came
from
the
stars
and
the
black
velocities
,
and
the
shining
movements
,
and
the
silent
gulfs
of
space
.
It
was
a
new
ship
;
it
had
fire
in
its
body
and
men
in
its
metal
cells
,
and
it
moved
with
a
clean
silence
,
fiery
and
warm
.
In
it
were
seventeen
men
,
induding
a
captain
.
The
crowd
at
the
Ohio
field
had
shouted
and
waved
their
hands
up
into
the
sunlight
,
and
the
rocket
had
bloomed
out
great
flowers
of
heat
and
color
and
run
away
into
space
on
the
third
voyage
to
Mars
!
Now
it
was
decelerating
with
metal
efficiency
in
the
upper
Martian
atmospheres
.
It
was
still
a
thing
of
beauty
and
strength
.
It
had
moved
in
the
midnight
waters
of
space
like
a
pale
sea
leviathan
;
it
had
passed
the
ancient
moon
and
thrown
itself
onward
into
one
nothingness
following
another
.
The
men
within
it
had
been
battered
,
thrown
about
,
sickened
,
made
well
again
,
each
in
his
turn
.
One
man
had
died
,
but
now
the
remaining
sixteen
,
with
their
eyes
clear
in
their
heads
and
their
faces
pressed
to
the
thick
glass
ports
,
watched
Mars
swing
up
under
them
.
"
Mars
!
"
cried
Navigator
Lustig
.
"
Good
old
Mars
!
"
said
Samuel
Hinkston
,
archaeologist
.
"
Well
,
"
said
Captain
John
Black
.
The
rocket
landed
on
a
lawn
of
green
grass
.
Outside
,
upon
this
lawn
,
stood
an
iron
deer
.
Further
up
on
the
green
stood
a
tall
brown
Victorian
house
,
quiet
in
the
sunlight
,
all
covered
with
scrolls
and
rococo
,
its
windows
made
of
blue
and
pink
and
yellow
and
green
colored
glass
.
Upon
the
porch
were
hairy
geraniums
and
an
old
swing
which
was
hooked
into
the
porch
ceiling
and
which
now
swung
back
and
forth
,
back
and
forth
,
in
a
little
breeze
.
At
the
summit
of
the
house
was
a
cupola
with
diamond
leaded
-
glass
windows
and
a
dunce
-
cap
roof
!
Through
the
front
window
you
could
see
a
piece
of
music
titled
"
Beautiful
Ohio
"
sitting
on
the
music
rest
.
Around
the
rocket
in
four
directions
spread
the
little
town
,
green
and
motionless
in
the
Martian
spring
.
There
were
white
houses
and
red
brick
ones
,
and
tall
elm
trees
blowing
in
the
wind
,
and
tall
maples
and
horse
chestnuts
.
And
church
steeples
with
golden
bells
silent
in
them
.
The
rocket
men
looked
out
and
saw
this
.
Then
they
looked
at
one
another
and
then
they
looked
out
again
.
They
held
to
each
other
’
s
elbows
,
suddenly
unable
to
breathe
,
it
seemed
,
Their
faces
grew
pale
.
"
I
’
ll
be
damned
,
"
whispered
Lustig
,
rubbing
his
face
with
his
numb
fingers
.
"
I
’
ll
be
damned
.
"
