Adventures in the Far Future & Tales of Outer Space — page 236: what you’re looking at

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

home, four for the next expedition with its Development Survey experts, planning their carnival of buy and sell, stake and claim before the dead of Mars were cold in their great tombs. lt made me sick inside, and | could not look Lya squarely in the face; | could not look Kell-lll in the face and say something traditional and noble like “We will carry on, be at rest.” FOR | knew my people would be dancing over his sandswept sepulchre, with comic-books for sale... And at length, as it had to, the day came. Kell-Ill had told Kruger, and thank God, Kruger had had enough presence of mind to act as though it were a terrible Shock, and to profess that we had had no idea, or we would certainly not have imposed on such gracious hospitality. But he had the right words, and all the words Earth open know So well how to use when their minds think one thing and their tongues are quite sincerely saying another. It was all transparent enough to Kell-lll of course—hadn't he and his people studied us to the point where our Shortcomings were painfully obvious? Quite typically, he accepted Kruger’s moving sympathies as though they were genuine. Even to that, Kell-Ill and his people remained the flawless hosts. The winding ramps, the broad streets, the soft parks were silent with their ever-dwindling throngs as the people of Mars who still lived sought their temples. The shallow lakes were still, and the green beaches had long since been empty; the time of living was nearly over. Somehow, after the Teachers and their aides had made their apologies—oh yes, apologies—had come to us one by one during the last weeks to wish us good luck with our new CORniclooo SS (SO)