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"
And
they
came
up
here
to
live
,
and
naturally
the
houses
they
built
were
similar
to
Earth
houses
because
they
brought
the
culture
with
them
.
"
"
And
they
’
ve
lived
here
all
these
years
?
"
said
the
captain
.
"
In
peace
and
quiet
,
yes
.
Maybe
they
made
a
few
trips
,
enough
to
bring
enough
people
here
for
one
small
town
,
and
then
stopped
for
fear
of
being
discovered
.
That
’
s
why
this
town
seems
so
old
-
fashioned
.
I
don
’
t
see
a
thing
,
myself
,
older
than
the
year
1927
,
do
you
?
Or
maybe
,
sir
,
rocket
travel
is
older
than
we
think
.
Perhaps
it
started
in
some
part
of
the
world
centuries
ago
and
was
kept
secret
by
the
small
number
of
men
who
came
to
Mars
with
only
occasional
visits
to
Earth
over
the
centuries
.
"
"
You
make
it
sound
almost
reasonable
.
"
"
It
has
to
be
.
We
’
ve
the
proof
here
before
us
;
all
we
have
to
do
is
find
some
people
and
verify
it
.
"
Their
boots
were
deadened
of
all
sound
in
the
thick
green
grass
.
It
smelled
from
a
fresh
mowing
.
In
spite
of
himself
,
Captain
John
Black
felt
a
great
peace
come
over
him
.
It
had
been
thirty
years
since
he
had
been
in
a
small
town
,
and
the
buzzing
of
spring
bees
on
the
air
lulled
and
quieted
him
,
and
the
fresh
look
of
things
was
a
balm
to
the
soul
.
They
set
foot
upon
the
porch
.
Hollow
echoes
sounded
from
under
the
boards
as
they
walked
to
the
screen
door
.
Inside
they
could
see
a
bead
curtain
hung
across
the
hall
entry
,
and
a
crystal
chandelier
and
a
Maxfield
Parrish
painting
framed
on
one
wall
over
a
comfortable
Morris
chair
.
The
house
smelled
old
,
and
of
the
attic
,
and
infinitely
comfortable
.
You
could
hear
the
tinkle
of
ice
in
a
lemonade
pitcher
.
In
a
distant
kitchen
,
because
of
the
heat
of
the
day
,
someone
was
preparing
a
cold
lunch
.
Someone
was
humming
under
her
breath
,
high
and
sweet
.
Captain
John
Black
rang
the
bell
.
Footsteps
,
dainty
and
thin
,
came
along
the
hall
,
and
a
kind
-
faced
lady
of
some
forty
years
,
dressed
in
a
sort
of
dress
you
might
expect
in
the
year
1909
,
peered
out
at
them
.
