FROM AN UNSEEN CENSOR
By ROSEL GEORGE BROWN
Illustrated by DILLON
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
Galaxy Magazine September 1958.
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
You can't beat my Uncle Isadore—he's
dead but he's quick—yet that is just
what he was daring me to try and do!
Uncle Isadore's ship wasn't in bad shape, at first glance. But a second look showed the combustion chamber was crumpled to pieces and the jets were fused into the rocks, making a smooth depression.
The ship had tilted into a horizontal position, nestling in the hollow its last blasts had made. Dust had sifted in around it, piling over the almost invisible seam of the port and filming the whole ship.