Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 48 — page 78: what you’re looking at

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RECOIL port. The pin that held it in check refused to come loose to his fumbling efforts with the clumsy, unfeeling gloves. Neilson straightened and kicked angrily at the mechan- ism. The pin slipped free. But Nielson staggered off balance from the kick. His kicking leg flailed wildly. He twisted sideways and broke his fall with a back-wrench- ing twist of his upper body. The leg that held him anchored twisted agonisingly, until his other leg hit the hull, freeing the strained member. The manual hadn’t men- tioned the danger of breaking a leg in space. Cautiously, Nielson bent over the firing port in an elaborate arc, because freeing the pin had cut the artificial gravity in that segment of the ship, and striding onto that portion would mean falling into space. The coffin-like life-rocket slipped easily out of its cradle, almost weight- lessly. The body inside was merely a dark mass that 77 eclipsed some of the stars when the life-rocket came free from its parent craft. Like a Hercules with a tremendous javelin, Nielson held the ten-foot craft in both arms for an instant, crouched, then straightened and thrust it upward with all his strength. The patch of blackness among the stars dwindled rapidly. Nielson watched until it reached the apparent size of a full moon. Then he replaced the pin into the lock, re-sealing the port, and cautiously returned to the airlock. Now that he was ready to re-enter the ship, some per- versity caused Nielson to decide that he wanted to see the sun. Carefully, with fre- quent glances back at the landmark of the airlock, he trudged over the convex sur- face to the other side of the spaceship that faced the sun. But the sun rose over the curve of the hull without warning. Nielson yelled some- comiclooks.cormn