The Hills of Home, page 2
pennons. Huge golden chariots with scythes flashing on thecircling hubs and armored giants, the figments of a long remembereddream----
He dropped to the sand and dug his hands into the dry powdery soil. Hecould scarcely see now, for blackness was flickering at the edges of hisvision and his failing heart and lungs were near collapse.
_Kimmm-eee!_
A huge green warrior on a gray monster of a thoat was beckoning to him.Pointing toward the low hills on the oddly near horizon.
_Kimmmm-eeeee!_
The voice was thin and distant on the icy wind. Kimball knew that voice.He knew it from long ago in the Valley Dor, from the shores of the LostSea of Korus where the tideless waters lay black and deep----
He began stumbling across the empty, lifeless plain. He knew the voice,he knew the man, and he knew the hills that he must reach, quickly now,or die.
They were the hills of home.
+--------------------------------------------------------------+ | Transcriber's Note and Errata | | | | This etext was produced from "Future Science Fiction" No. 30 | | 1956. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that | | the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed. | | | | The following errors have been corrected: | | | | Error Correction | | cooly coolly | | fantasic fantastic | +--------------------------------------------------------------+
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He dropped to the sand and dug his hands into the dry powdery soil. Hecould scarcely see now, for blackness was flickering at the edges of hisvision and his failing heart and lungs were near collapse.
_Kimmm-eee!_
A huge green warrior on a gray monster of a thoat was beckoning to him.Pointing toward the low hills on the oddly near horizon.
_Kimmmm-eeeee!_
The voice was thin and distant on the icy wind. Kimball knew that voice.He knew it from long ago in the Valley Dor, from the shores of the LostSea of Korus where the tideless waters lay black and deep----
He began stumbling across the empty, lifeless plain. He knew the voice,he knew the man, and he knew the hills that he must reach, quickly now,or die.
They were the hills of home.
+--------------------------------------------------------------+ | Transcriber's Note and Errata | | | | This etext was produced from "Future Science Fiction" No. 30 | | 1956. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that | | the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed. | | | | The following errors have been corrected: | | | | Error Correction | | cooly coolly | | fantasic fantastic | +--------------------------------------------------------------+
