"Positive! After we took the fork in the road, we was following borer-tracks, not tire-marks!" She threw her heavy arms around him, planting a kiss full on his lips. It not only made him squirm, but reminded him of Candy Derain's suction cup bicycle. Candy probably had traveled a hundred miles or so by now--straight up and down again--and actually couldn't have gained more than a hundred feet straightaway. "You're so resourceful, Horseface," Trixie breathed, with constellations rather than mere stars in her eyes. "You remind me of Mike. And I'm going to reward you for all you've done. I'm going to marry you!" Horseface didn't dare to groan. While Trixie clamped a loving paw on his own hand almost squeezing it to pulp, he wished fervently that he was alone on the far hills--anywhere but here--looking for psithium nuggets. But Trixie always had her way, and she wasn't going to stop having it now. "You're so masterful!" she wheezed. And even Elmer, looking back over his shoulder, hung his head and sighed. * * * * * _A COMMENT ON_ ONE TOUCH OF TERRA _I have read Dr. Hannes Bok's ONE TOUCH OF VENUS, which appears elsewhere in this publication, with understandable interest. While I may deplore, as a cultural anthropologist, Dr. Bok's obvious empathy towards these miners with their socially regrettable attitude towards the original inhabitants, I must say that Dr. Bok paints quite an effective picture of living conditions in these scattered communities._ _I have been privileged, though, as I have said elsewhere, to visit with and spend considerable time with the natives who withdrew to the hills soon after our ships first landed._ _I have found these men and women extraordinarily hospitable, warm and friendly, once they sense that you do not come among them as a tourist._ _They have a very ancient culture, a rich language (with gradations similar to 20th century Javanese). Their chants are fantastic, long, mournful wails, whose shadings, whose tremolos, still inspire you and make you one with them. I hope to translate some of these chants in the near future, including one dedicated to the sacred sand-lillies, so erroneously called_ zips _by the miners_. Vithaldas Hattopadhyaya O'Quinn Lecturer in Venusian Antiquities