They left the
mountains--were they the Caucasus? The Alps? The Pamirs?--and spread
outward, conquering as they went.
We find their bones, and their stone weapons, and their crude paintings,
in the caves of Cro-Magnon and Grimaldi and Altimira and Mas-d'Azil; the
deep layers of horse and reindeer and mammoth bones at their
feasting-place at Solutre. We wonder how and whence a race so like our
own came into a world of brutish sub-humans.
Just as we wonder, too, at the network of canals which radiate from the
polar caps of our sister planet, and speculate on the possibility that
they were the work of hands like our own. And we concoct elaborate jokes
about the "Men From Mars"--_ourselves_.
The End
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TYPOGRAPHICAL ERRORS CORRECTED
The following typographical errors in the text were corrected as
detailed here.
In the text: "... an automatic computer figured the distance to the
planet,..." the word "computor" was corrected to "computer."
In the text: "Then, with every atom of strength they possessed they ran
away ...," the word "posessed" was corrected to "possessed."
In two places in the text "Anelea" was corrected to "Analea."
In the text: "If they could avoid collisions with the Hairy People.
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