Adventures in the Far Future & Tales of Outer Space — page 213: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

| guess they were right. The newspaper, radio and TV boys back home would be going pffut about the trip with habitual regularity—but we couldn’t. Brother, the tons of newsprint and ink they’d be chucking around while we passed the salt! | focused, and started a slow, full circle. | jacked in the Ship’s dicto and talked cryptic things onto its tape. Terse little things our confreres in science would later decipher into a complete picture of an infinite, rolling expanse of desert at twilight, with a sun the size of a shirt button almost directly overhead, letting the far-off ridges of dull green vegetation get swallowed up in the darkling night. And then | stopped the circle. | was about two hundred degrees around, and | locked the screen in, and then hollered at Kruger. He brought me the lens-plates | asked for, helped me mike them In over the screen. They played hell with the nice focus | had, but there wasn’t any mistaking what they blew up for us. “Pay me, kid!” | said. They were domes—mile upon incredible mile of polished domes, each maybe a fifth high as wide. They skirted the ridge of a long, gently curving vegetation-line, and were probably less than twenty miles away. Our preoccupation in getting the E-M-I| down in one piece was the only excuse | could think of for not having spotted them on the way in. “Not so fast, Gaylord ... | still say dead as a doornail... help me break out the suits and get the track ready, huh?” “Think we need 'em?” “Almost pure CO? out there, just like the books all said in Astronomy 1. The P-C makes geniuses of us right down the line. You coming?” “LT want my money.” “Pass the salt and come on!” CORniclooo SS CO