Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 48 — page 103: what you’re looking at

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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION each minute in my dusthole. We had about five hours to go. I felt 1 was probably going to lose that leg. “This reminds me of the first time I climbed Everest,” Mark VIII began. ‘“ Bob Greenburgh got stuck down a crevasse, daren’t move for fear of going further. We got him out by.. .” I interrupted. As far as I knew, hardly anyone had bothered with Everest since its first conquest about a hun- dred and fifty years ago. “You climbed Everest? When was this? I thought nobody’d tried it since Adam was a pup.” “Qh, this was a long time ago... no one knew much about it. Well, Bob was stuck there, knees braced on one side, back on the other, slowly freezing——”” he went on with a long story, of which I didn’t hear the end because I fainted. Now that the taciturnity had broken down, he didn’t seem to notice my lack of comment, and I came to just as he was, apparently, 102 in the middle of some other yarn : ““—-so at last we got the old ‘Endeavour’ off the reef, and went sailing on, with a man in the chains every hour of the day, sounding the pas- sage, and lying hove-to at night. Some of the most dan- gerous sailing on Earth, there. It wasn’t until we had rounded the cape into Torres Strait that Cook officially named the coast ‘ New South Wales’ » I dropped off again, partly from the pain of my leg, and partly because the air was getting a bit thick. Apparently, I remember thinking as I drifted away again, the dust’s affecting the de-humidifier. He was still talking when I came up for the third time; as I listened, trying to take my mind off the leg, it didn’t seem to make much sense— we don’t fight any more, since the Last War, and even then it wasn’t on horseback with lances, against someone called “the Infidel.” “I hadn’t,” he was saying, “seen the Holy City since that last day, the comicloooks.com