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Astounding Stories of Super-Science, August 1930
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Yet
the
impression
was
one
of
calm
and
quiet,
and
the
waifs
from
other
worlds
felt
a
surcease
of
nervous
tension.
Unconsciously
they
relaxed.
Taking
their
bearings,
they
changed
their
course
slightly
for
the
nesting
place
of
the
nearest
tribe
of
Inranians
where
they
hoped
to
get
food
and
at
least
partial
shelter;
for
their
food
tablets
had
mysteriously
turned
to
an
unpleasant
viscous
liquid,
and
their
sleeping
bags
were
alive
with
giant
bacteria
easily
visible
to
the
eye.
They
were
doomed
to
disappointment.
After
nearly
twelve
hours
of
desperate
struggling
through
the
morass,
through
gloomy
aisles,
and
countless
narrow
escapes
from
prowling
beasts
of
prey
in
which
only
the
speed
and
tremendous
power
of
their
flash
pistols
saved
them
from
instant
death,
they
reached
a
rocky
outcropping
which
led
to
the
comparatively
dry
rise
of
land
on
which
a
tribe
of
Inranians
made
its
home.
Their
faces
were
covered
with
welts
made
by
the
hanging
filaments
of
blood-sucking
trees
as
fine
as
spider
webs,
and
their
senses
reeled
with
the
oppressive
stench
of
the
abysmal
jungle.
If
the
pampered
ladies
of
the
Inner
Planets
only
knew
where
their
thousand-dollar
orchids
sprang
from!
Converging
runways
showed
the
opening
of
one
of
the
underground
dens,
almost
hidden
from
view
by
a
bewildering
maze
of
roots,
rendered
more
formidable
by
long,
sharp
stakes
made
from
the
iron-hard
thigh-bones
of
the
flying
kabo.
Forepaugh
cupped
his
hands
over
his
mouth
and
gave
the
call.
"Ouf!
Ouf!
Ouf!
Ouf!
Ouf!"
He
repeated
it
over
and
over,
the
jungle
giving
back
his
voice
in
a
muffled
echo,
while
Gunga
held
a
spare
flash
pistol
and
kept
a
sharp
lookout
for
a
carnivore
intent
on
getting
an
unwary
Inranian.
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