"In those days, we were of less understanding than the Neens of today.
There were no cities; each family lived to itself, in crude huts,
tilling the ground and hunting its own food. Then, out of the sky came
this." He touched, reverently, the smooth side of the space ship. "It
came to earth at this very spot, and from it, presently, emerged He Who
Speaks. Would you inspect the ship that brought Him here?"
"Gladly," I said, and as I spoke, Artur swung open the small circular
door. A great ethon flashlight, of a type still to be seen in our
larger museums, stood just inside the threshold, and aided by its
beams, we entered.
I stared around in amazement. The port through which he had entered led
to a narrow compartment running lengthwise of the ship: a compartment
twice the length of a man, perhaps, and half the length of a man in
breadth. The rest of the ship was cut off by bulkheads, each studded
with control devices the uses of which I could but vaguely understand.
* * * * *
Forward was a veritable maze of instruments, mounted on three large
panels, the central panel of the group containing a circular lens which
apparently was the eyepiece of some type of television disk the like of
which I have never seen or heard. From my hasty examination I gathered
that the ship operated by both a rocket effect (an early type of
propulsion which was abandoned as ineffective) and some form of
attraction-repulsion apparatus, evidently functioning through the
reddish, pitted disks I had observed around the nose of the ship. The
lettering upon the control panels and the instruments, while nearly
obliterated, was unmistakably in the same language in which Artur had
addressed us.
The ship had, beyond the shadow of doubt, come from Earth!
"Artur," I said gravely, "you have shown me that which has stirred me
more than anything in my life. This ship of the air came from my own
world, which is called Earth."
"True," he nodded, "that is the name He gave to it: Earth. He was a
young man, but He was full of kindness and wisdom. He took my people
out of the fields and the forests, and He taught them the working of
metals, and the making of such things as He thought were good. Other
things, of which He knew, He kept secret. He had small instruments He
could hold in His hand, and which roared suddenly, that would take the
life of large animals at a great distance, but He did not explain
these, saying that they were bad. But all the good things He made for
my people, and showed them how to make others.
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