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Title: Astounding Stories, June, 1931 Author: Various Release date: April 5, 2010 [eBook #31893] Most recently updated: December 2, 2013 Language: English Other information and formats: www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/31893 Credits: Produced by Sankar Viswanathan, Greg Weeks, and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net *** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK ASTOUNDING STORIES, JUNE, 1931 *** Produced by Sankar Viswanathan, Greg Weeks, and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net ASTOUNDING STORIES 20ยข _On Sale the First Thursday of Each Month_ W. M. CLAYTON, Publisher HARRY BATES, Editor DOUGLAS M. DOLD, Consulting Editor The Clayton Standard on a Magazine Guarantees _That_ the stories therein are clean, interesting, vivid, by leading writers of the day and purchased under conditions approved by the Authors' League of America; _That_ such magazines are manufactured in Union shops by American workmen; _That_ each newsdealer and agent is insured a fair profit; _That_ an intelligent censorship guards their advertising pages. _The other Clayton magazines are:_ ACE-HIGH MAGAZINE, RANCH ROMANCES, COWBOY STORIES, CLUES, FIVE-NOVELS MONTHLY, ALL STAR DETECTIVE STORIES, RANGELAND LOVE STORY MAGAZINE, WESTERN ADVENTURES, and WESTERN LOVE STORIES. _More than Two Million Copies Required to Supply the Monthly Demand for Clayton Magazines._ * * * * * VOL. VI, No. 3 CONTENTS JUNE, 1931 COVER DESIGN H. W. WESSO _Painted in Water-Colors from a Scene in "Manape the Mighty."_ THE MAN FROM 2071 SEWELL PEASLEE WRIGHT 295 _Out of the Flow of Time There Appears to Commander John Hanson a Man of Mystery from the Forgotten Past._ MANAPE THE MIGHTY. ARTHUR J. BURKS 308 _High in Jungle Treetops Swings Young Bentley--His Human Brain Imprisoned in a Mighty Ape._ (A Complete Novelette.) HOLOCAUST CHARLES WILLARD DIFFIN 356 _The Extraordinary Story of "Paul," Who for Thirty Days Was Dictator of the World._ THE EARTHMAN'S BURDEN R. F. STARZL 375 _There is Foul Play on Mercury--until Danny Olear of the Interplanetary Flying Police Gets After His Man._ THE EXILE OF TIME RAY CUMMINGS 386 _Larry and George from 1935, Mary from 1777--All Are Caught up in the Treacherous Tugh's Revolt of the Robots in the Time World of 2930._ (Part Three of a Four-Part Novel.) THE READERS' CORNER ALL OF US 416 _A Meeting Place for Readers of Astounding Stories._ * * * * * Single Copies, 20 Cents In Canada, 25 Cents Yearly Subscription, $2.00 Issued monthly by The Clayton Magazines, Inc., 80 Lafayette Street, New York, N. Y. W. M. Clayton, President; Francis P. Pace, Secretary. Entered as second-class matter December 7, 1929, at the Post Office at New York, N. Y., under Act of March 3, 1879. Title registered as a Trade Mark in the U. S. Patent Office. Member Newsstand Group. For advertising rates address The Newsstand Group, Inc., 80 Lafayette Street, New York; or The Wrigley Bldg., Chicago. * * * * * The Man From 2071 _By Sewell Peaslee Wright_ [Illustration: _He clutched at the gangway--and fell._] [Sidenote: Out of the flow of time there appears to Commander John Hanson a man of mystery from the forgotten past.] Perhaps this story does not belong with my other tales of the Special Patrol Service. And yet, there is, or should be, a report somewhere in the musty archives of the Service, covering the incident. Not accurately, and not in detail. Among a great mass of old records which I was browsing through the other day, I happened across that report; it occupied exactly three lines in the log-book of the _Ertak_: "Just before departure, discovered stowaway, apparently demented, and ejected him." For the hard-headed higher-ups of the Service, that was report enough. Had I given the facts, they would have called me to the Base for a long-winded investigation. It would have taken weeks and weeks, filled with fussy questioning. Dozens of stoop-shouldered laboratory men would have prodded and snooped and asked for long, written accounts. In those days, keeping the log-book was writing enough for me and being grounded at Base for weeks would have been punishment. Nothing would have been gained by a detailed report. The Service needed action rather than reports, anyway. But now that I am an old man, on the retired list, I have time to write; and it will be a particular pleasure to write this account, for it will go to prove that these much-honored scientists of ours, with all their tremendous appropriations and long-winded discussions, are not nearly so wonderful as they think they are. They are, and always have been, too much interested in abstract formulas, and not enough in their practical application. I have never had a great deal of use for them. * * * * * I had received orders to report to Earth, regarding a dull routine matter of reorganizing the emergency Base which had been established there. Earth, I might add, for the benefit of those of you who have forgotten your geography of the Universe, is not a large body, but its people furnish almost all of the officer personnel of the Special Patrol Service. Being a native of Earth, I received the assignment with considerable pleasure, despite its dry and uninteresting nature. It was a good sight to see old Earth, bundled up in her cottony clouds, growing larger and larger in the television disc. No matter how much you wander around the Universe, no matter how small and insignificant the world of your birth, there is a tie that cannot be denied. I have set my ships down upon many a strange and unknown world, with danger and adventure awaiting me, but there is, for me, no thrill which quite duplicates that of viewing again that particular little ball of mud from whence I sprang. I've said that before; I shall probably say it again. I am proud to claim Earth as my birth-place, small and out-of-the way as she is. Our Base on Earth was adjacent to the city of Greater Denver, on the Pacific Coast. I could not help wondering, as we settled swiftly over the city, whether our historians and geologists and other scientists were really right in saying that Denver had at one period been far from the Pacific. It seemed impossible, as I gazed down on that blue, tranquil sea, that it had engulfed, hundreds of years ago, such a vast portion of North America. But I suppose the men of science know. * * * * * I need not go into the routine business that brought m |