Amazing Stories, Vol. 3, No. 2 — page 52: what you’re looking at

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a wild country with here and there the huts of some warring tribe. These huts must have come and gone and come again through a space of years that made the Roman camp and villa seem but yesterday ; and before those years, before even the huts, there had been men in the valley. Even then—so recent had it all been when one judged it by the standards of geological time—this valley had been here; and those hills yonder, higher, perhaps, and snow-tipped, had still been yonder hills, and the Thames had flowed down from the Cotswolds to the sea. But the men had been but the shapes of men, creatures of darkness and ignorance, victims of beasts and floods, storms and pestilence and incessant hunger. They had held a precarious foothold anndst bears and lions and all the monstrous violence of the past. Already some at least of these enemies were Overcome... 2. x For a time Denton pursued the thoughts of this spacious vision, trying in obedience to his instinct: to find his place and proportion in the scheme. “Tt has been chance,” he said, “it has been luck. We have come through. It happens we have come through. Not by any strength of our own... - A STORY OF THE DAYS TO COME 147 “And yet... No. I don’t know.” He was silent for a long time before he spoke again. “After all—there is a long time yet. There have scarcely been men for twenty thousand years—and there has been life for twenty millions. And what are generations? What are generations? It is enormous, and we are so little. Yet we know—we feel. We are not dumb atoms, we are part of it—part of it—to the ~ liniits of our strength and will. Even to die is part of it. Whether we die or live, we are in the making... . “As time goes on—perhaps—men will be wiser... . VWiser. 3. ‘Will they ever understand?” He became silent again. Elizabeth said nothing to these things, but she regarded his dreaming face with infinite affection. Her mind was not very active that evening, A great contentment possessed her. After a time she laid a gentle hand on his beside her. He fondled it softly, still looking out upon the spacious gold-woven view. So they sat as the sun went down. Until presently Elizabeth. shivered. Denton recalled himself abruptly from these spacious issues of his leisure, and went in to fetch her a skawl. THE END OUR LITTLE NEIGHBOR O Moon, though backed with keenest cold, You show a brilliant face, And raise the tide to brake our ride Through planetary space. Subdued your shadowed morning plains, And tense your glare of noon, When Tycho shines with radiant lines, The marvel of the moon. Your glowing sttmmits tower above A slowly dying night, 3 And sheer and grand your ranges stand Where afternoon is bright. From terraced walls and rugged rims > Of mammoth mountain rings, From ridge and streak, from cone and peak, A mellow splendor springs. Yet neither flower nor fragrance haunts - Your dark and empty seas; No sound or bird is ever heard, Or gentle evening breeze. Your cliffs impend, your chasms yawn, But joy forsook you soon; What life it left is nearly death, E O sad and lonely moon. —By Leland S. Copeland. comichooks.com