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Story: The Martian Chronicles
"You know as much as I do. Once in a while I get the Earth radio, very faintly. But it's always in some other language. I'm sorry to say I only know Latin. A few words come through. I take it most of Earth's a shambles, but the war goes on. Are you going back, sir?"
"Yes. We're curious, of course. We had no radio contact so far out in space. We'll want to see Earth, no matter what."
"You'll take us with you?"
The captain started. "Of course, your wife, I remember her. Twenty-five years ago, wasn't it? When they opened First Town and you quit the service and brought her up here. And there were children--"
"My son and two daughters."
"Yes, I remember. They're here?"
"Up at our hut. There's a fine breakfast waiting all of you up the hill. Will you come?"
"We would be honored, Mr. Hathaway." Captain Wilder called to the rocket, "Abandon ship!"
They walked up the hill, Hathaway and Captain Wilder, the twenty crew members following taking deep breaths of the thin, cool morning air. The sun rose and it was a good day.
"Do you remember Spender, Captain?"
"I've never forgotten him."
"About once a year I walk up past his tomb. It looks like he got his way at last. He didn't want us to come here, and I suppose he's happy now that we've all gone away."
"What about--what was his name?--Parkhill, Sam Parkhill?"
"He opened a hot-dog stand."
"It sounds just like him."
"And went back to Earth the next week for the war." Hathaway put his hand to his chest and sat down abruptly upon a boulder, "I'm sorry. The excitement. Seeing you again after all these years. Have to rest." He felt his heart pound. He counted the beats. It was very bad.
"We've a doctor," said Wilder. "Excuse me, Hathaway, I know you are one, but we'd better check you with our own--" The doctor was summoned.
"I'll be all right," insisted Hathaway. "The waiting, the excitement." He could hardly breathe. His lips were blue. "You know," he said as the doctor placed a stethoscope to him, "it's as if I kept alive all these years just for this day, and now you're here to take me back to Earth, I'm satisfied and I can just lie down and quit."
"Here." The doctor handed him a yellow pellet. "We'd better let you rest."
"Nonsense. Just let me sit a moment. It's good to see all of you. Good to hear new voices again."
"Is the pellet working?"
"Fine. Here we go!"
They walked on up the hill.
"Alice, come see who's here!"
Hathaway frowned and bent into the hut. "Alice, did you hear?"
His wife appeared. A moment later the two daughters, tall and gracious, came out, followed by an even taller son.
"Alice, you remember Captain Wilder?"
She hesitated and looked at Hathaway as if for instructions and then smiled. "Of course, Captain Wilder!"
"I remember, we had dinner together the night before I took off for Jupiter, Mrs. Hathaway."
She shook his hand vigorously. "My daughters, Marguerite and Susan. My son, John. You remember the captain, surely?"
"Yes. We're curious, of course. We had no radio contact so far out in space. We'll want to see Earth, no matter what."
"You'll take us with you?"
The captain started. "Of course, your wife, I remember her. Twenty-five years ago, wasn't it? When they opened First Town and you quit the service and brought her up here. And there were children--"
"My son and two daughters."
"Yes, I remember. They're here?"
"Up at our hut. There's a fine breakfast waiting all of you up the hill. Will you come?"
"We would be honored, Mr. Hathaway." Captain Wilder called to the rocket, "Abandon ship!"
They walked up the hill, Hathaway and Captain Wilder, the twenty crew members following taking deep breaths of the thin, cool morning air. The sun rose and it was a good day.
"Do you remember Spender, Captain?"
"I've never forgotten him."
"About once a year I walk up past his tomb. It looks like he got his way at last. He didn't want us to come here, and I suppose he's happy now that we've all gone away."
"What about--what was his name?--Parkhill, Sam Parkhill?"
"He opened a hot-dog stand."
"It sounds just like him."
"And went back to Earth the next week for the war." Hathaway put his hand to his chest and sat down abruptly upon a boulder, "I'm sorry. The excitement. Seeing you again after all these years. Have to rest." He felt his heart pound. He counted the beats. It was very bad.
"We've a doctor," said Wilder. "Excuse me, Hathaway, I know you are one, but we'd better check you with our own--" The doctor was summoned.
"I'll be all right," insisted Hathaway. "The waiting, the excitement." He could hardly breathe. His lips were blue. "You know," he said as the doctor placed a stethoscope to him, "it's as if I kept alive all these years just for this day, and now you're here to take me back to Earth, I'm satisfied and I can just lie down and quit."
"Here." The doctor handed him a yellow pellet. "We'd better let you rest."
"Nonsense. Just let me sit a moment. It's good to see all of you. Good to hear new voices again."
"Is the pellet working?"
"Fine. Here we go!"
They walked on up the hill.
"Alice, come see who's here!"
Hathaway frowned and bent into the hut. "Alice, did you hear?"
His wife appeared. A moment later the two daughters, tall and gracious, came out, followed by an even taller son.
"Alice, you remember Captain Wilder?"
She hesitated and looked at Hathaway as if for instructions and then smiled. "Of course, Captain Wilder!"
"I remember, we had dinner together the night before I took off for Jupiter, Mrs. Hathaway."
She shook his hand vigorously. "My daughters, Marguerite and Susan. My son, John. You remember the captain, surely?"
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