Adventures in the Far Future & Tales of Outer Space — page 309: what you’re looking at

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

Gedso looked at Stewie and saw how white the little fellow was getting around the mouth. “Stop,” snarled Stewie. “Stop, you waddling blankety blank blanks! Take it you hell-gulping blobs of stink. Stop!” On came the salient With die casual precision of well- trained troops, “things” to the right and left fought forward to keep the flanks of the bulge covered. Arcs from turrets all up and down the line gave the sight a jumpy, yellow glare. Behind the salient an illimitable mass was gathering, ready to rush through any break. There was no sound but die crackle of arcs and the hiss of the white-heated ground. Pushing over crystalline boulders the size of houses as a man might roll a pebble underfoot, the legions pressed forward. Sweat was dripping from Stewie. His thumb was easing the range expertly. A quarter of a kilometer. Half of that. A hundred meters. Fifty meters. Ten meters. In the reduction sight the heads of the foremost filled the field. Eyeless, expressionless. Gaping caverns of mouths. Stewie was almost depressed to the limit of the weapon. He was swearing in high-pitched gibberish at the wall men in his immediate vicinity. The bulge was against the wall. The wall trembled. Fulminating acid was suddenly dumped from huge caldrons on either side of each turret. The torrents splashed devastatingly upon the ranks. The wall began to shake and then teeter backward. A scale filled the whole field of the reduction sight. With a crunch the top of the turret sagged, showering Gedso and the gunner with shivered splinters of transparent shell-proof, heat-proof, failure-proof battleglass. Stewie’s ledge swept down and the electrodes of the Cannon swooped up with savage fury. A huge spot on a scale CORniclooo SS CO