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  MOON GLOW

  By G. L. VANDENBURG

  [Transcriber Note: This etext was produced from Amazing Stories November1958. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S.copyright on this publication was renewed.]

  _That first trip to the moon has been the subject of many stories. Mr. Vandenburg has come up with as novel a twist as we've ever read._

  _And it could happen._

  The Ajax XX was the first American space craft to make a successfullanding on the moon. She had orbited the Earth's natural satellite for aday and a half before making history. The reason for orbiting wasimportant. The Russians had been boasting for a number of years thatthey would be first. Captain Junius Robb, U.S.A.F., had orders toinvestigate before and after landing.

  The moon's dark side was explored, due to the unknown hazards involved,during the orbiting process. More thorough investigation was possible onthe moon's familiar side. The results seemed to be incontrovertible.Captain Junius Robb and his crew of four were the first humans to treadthe ashes of the long dead heavenly body. The Russians, for all theirboasts, had never come near the place.

  The Ajax XX stood tall and gaunt and mighty, framed against theforbidding blackness of space. Captain Robb had maneuvered her down tothe middle of an immense crater, which the crew came to nickname "thecoliseum without seats."

  Robb had orders not to leave the ship. Consequently, the crew of fourscrupulously chosen, well-integrated men split into two groups of two.For three days they labored at gathering specimens, conducting countlesstests and piling up as much data as time and weight would allow. CaptainRobb kept them well reminded of the weight problem attached to thereturn trip.

  Near the end of the third day Captain Robb contacted his far flung crewmembers over helmet intercom. He ordered them back to the Ajax XX for abriefing session.

  Soon the men entered the ship. They were hot, uncomfortable andexhausted. Once back on Earth they could testify that there was nothingromantic about a thirty-five-pound pressure suit.

  * * * * *

  Hamston, the rocket expert, summed it up: "With that damn bulb over hisskull a man is helpless to remove a single bead of perspiration. Hecould easily develop into a raving maniac."

  Robb held his meeting in the control room. "You have eight hours tofinish your work, gentlemen. We're blasting off at 0900."

  "I beg your pardon, Captain," said Kingsley, the young man in charge ofradio operation, "but what about Washington? They haven't made contactyet and I thought--"

  "I talked with Washington an hour ago!"

  A modest cheer of approval went up from the crew members.

  "Well, why didn't you say so before!" said Anderson, the first officer.

  Robb explained. "It seems _their_ equipment has been haywire for twodays, they haven't been able to get through."

  "How do you like that!" cracked Farnsworth, the astrogator. "We're twohundred and forty thousand miles off the Earth and our equipment worksfine. They have all the comforts of Earth down at headquarters and theycan't repair radio transmission for two days!"

  The men laughed.

  "Gentlemen," Robb continued, "every radio and TV network in the countrywas hooked up to the chief's office in Washington. I not only talked toGeneral Lovett, I spoke to the whole damn country."

  The men could not contain their excitement. The captain received averbal pelting of stored-up questions.

  "Did you get word to my family, Captain?" asked Kingsley.

  "I hope you told them we're physically sound, Captain," said Farnsworth."I have a fiancee that'll never forgive me if anything happens to me--"

  "What's the reaction like around the country--"

  "Have the Russians had anything to say yet--"

  "Ha! I'll bet they're sore as hell--"

  "Do you think the army would mind if I hand in my resignation?"Kingsley's remark brought vigorous applause from the others.

  Captain Robb held up his hand for silence. "Hold on! Hold on! First ofall, General Lovett has personally contacted relatives and told themwe're all physically and mentally sound. Secondly, you'd better get setto receive the biggest damn welcome in history. The general says halfthe nation has invaded Florida for the occasion."

  "Tell them we're not coming back," snapped Kingsley, "until the FloridaTourist Bureau gives us a cut."

  "Kingsley, the President has declared a national holiday. We'll all beable to write our own ticket."

  "Yes," Anderson put in, "to hell with the Florida Tourist Bureau!"

  Captain Robb said, "We'll be so sick of parades we'll wish we'd stayedin this God forsaken place."

  "Not me," boasted Farnsworth. "I'm ready for a parade in my honor anyold time. The sooner the better."

  "Oh, and about the Russians," said Captain Robb, smiling. "There's beennothing but a steady stream of 'no comment' out of the Kremlin since welanded here."

  "Right now," said Hamston, "it's probably high noon for every scientistbehind the iron curtain."

  "I wonder how they plan to talk their way out of this one?" askedFarnsworth.

  "Gentlemen, I'd like to go on talking about the welcome we're going toreceive, but I think we'd better take first things first. Before therecan be a welcome we have to get back. And we still have work to dobefore we start."

  "What about souvenirs, Captain?" asked Farnsworth.

  Robb pursed his lips thoughtfully, "Yes, I guess there is a matter ofsouvenirs, isn't there."

  The others detected a note of disturbance in the way the captain spoke.

  Kingsley asked, "Is anything wrong, Captain?"

  Robb laughed with a noticeable lack of enthusiasm. "Nothing is wrong,Kingsley. The fact is we've taken on enough additional weight here togive us some concern on the return trip." He paused to study the facesof his men. They were disappointed. "But," he added emphatically, "Iseem to remember promising something about souvenirs--and I guess a mancan't travel five hundred thousand miles without something to show forit. I'll get together with Hamston and work out something. But rememberthat weight problem. First trouble we encounter on the return trip and asouvenir will be our number one expendable."

  The crew was more than happy with Robb's compromise. Robb went into ahuddle with Hamston, the rocket expert. When he emerged he informed thecrew that each man would be permitted one souvenir which must not exceedtwo pounds. He allowed them four hours to find whatever they wanted. Themen got back into their pressure suits and left the ship.

  * * * * *

  Captain Junius Robb stood outside the Ajax XX. His eyes scanned thegreat circular plain that stretched for fifty miles in all directions.The distant jagged rises of the crater's rim resembled the lower half ofa gigantic bear trap.

  The moon in all its splendor--wasn't there a song that went somethinglike that?--the moon in all its splendor, or lack of it was Robb's muteopinion. The scientists, as usual, were right about the place. To allintents and purposes the moon was as dead as The Roman Empire. True theyhad found scattered vegetation; there were even two or three volcanoesspewing carbonic acid, but they spewed it as though it were life's lastbreath.

  Nothing more. The fires of the moon had given way to soft lifelessashes.

  Robb was glad he had allowed the men to look for souvenirs. After all,it wasn't a hell of a lot to ask for. A man could cut press clippingsand collect medals and frame citations; and probably these things wouldimpress grandchildren someday. But it seemed that nothing would be quiteas effective as for a man to be able to produce something tangible, anauthentic piece of the moon itself. r />
  Captain Robb had always tried to be a humble man. He recalled aninterview held by the three wire services a week before take-off. One ofthe reporters had asked the obvious question, "Why do you want to go tothe moon?" He could have given all of the high sounding, aestheticreasons, but instead his answer was indirect, given with a modest smile."To get to the other side, I guess," he had told them.

  Like the chicken crossing the road, that was how simple anduncomplicated Robb's life had been. But now he stood, his feet spreadapart, beside his mighty ship, a quarter of a million miles away fromhome. He was the first! And he could not fight back the feeling of prideand accomplishment that welled in him. The word "first" in this instanceconjured up names like Balboa, Columbus, Peary, Magellan--and JuniusRobb.

  The crew members deserved the hero's welcome they would receive. Theycould have the banquets, parades and honorary degrees. But it was JuniusRobb who had commanded the flight. It would be Junius Robb's name forthe history books.

  He wouldn't be needing any souvenirs.

  * * * * *

  Kingsley and Anderson were the first to return. They both carried smallleather bags. Inside the ship they revealed the contents to Robb. Heexamined them carefully.

  Kingsley had found an uncommonly large patch of brownish vegetation. Hehad torn away a sizeable chunk and placed it in the bag. "Who knows?" heshrugged. "I might be able to cultivate it."

  "Or let it play the lead in a science fiction movie," snapped Anderson.

  The first officer's bag contained a piece of one of the smaller craters.It had no immediately discernable value. It was Anderson's intention topolish it up and put some kind of a metal plaque on it.

  Four more hours went by and there was no sign of Farnsworth or Hamston.Robb began to worry. He'd never forgive himself if anything happened toeither of the two men. He waited another half hour, then ordered Kinsleyand Anderson to put on their pressure suits and go look for the twomissing crew members.

  The search was avoided as Farnsworth entered the ship dragging Hamstonbehind him.

  "What happened!" yelled Robb.

  Farnsworth began the job of getting out of his pressure suit. "I don'tknow. Hamston's sick as a dog. I checked every inch of his suit andcouldn't find anything out of order."

  Robb bent over the prone rocket expert. Hamston looked up at him withhalf-opened eyes and an insipid grin on his face. He mumbled somethingabout "a fine state of affairs."

  They removed Hamston's suit and placed his limp frame on a bunk. Robbexamined him for forty minutes.

  He reached the curious conclusion that Hamston was as fit as a fiddle.

  The rocket expert fell asleep. Robb and the rest of the crew prepared toblast off.

  * * * * *

  The Ajax XX thrust itself through space, halfway back to its homeplanet.

  The excitement of her crew members grew with every passing second. Inhis concern over Hamston, Farnsworth had forgotten about his souvenir.He now opened his bag and displayed it before the others.

  "What is it?" asked Kingsley.

  "Dust!" was Farnsworth's proud reply.

  "What the hell you going to do with dust?"

  "Maybe you don't know it but this is going to be the most valuable duston the face of the Earth! Do you realize what I can get for an ounce ofthis stuff?"

  "What's anybody want to buy dust for?"

  "Souvenirs, man, souvenirs!"

  Farnsworth asked to see what Kingsley and Anderson had picked up. Thetwo men obliged. For the next hour the three men and Robb discussed themementoes and their possible uses on Earth.

  Then Anderson said, "I sure wouldn't turn down about a gallon of goodKentucky whiskey right now!"

  Robb laughed. "We did enough sweating on the way. You wouldn't want tosweat out the trip back on a belly full of booze."

  "That may be a better idea than you think it is, Captain."

  The four men turned to find Hamston sitting up on his bunk.

  "Hamston!" Robb exclaimed, "how do you feel?"

  "Terrible."

  "What happened to you?" asked Kingsley.

  Hamston stared at each man individually. He took a deep breath and hischeeks puffed up as he let it out slowly. "Well, I guess you'd betterknow now."

  Robb frowned. "What do you mean?"

  "Farnsworth and I separated after we got about four miles from the ship.I thought I saw something that looked like a cave. I figured I mightfind something interesting there to take back with me. So I toldFarnsworth I'd keep radio contact with him and off I went."

  "Did you find a cave?" Robb wanted to know.

  "No, it was just a big indentation in the wall of the crater. I threwsome light on it and found it to be ten or fifteen feet deep." He pausedas though not sure of what to say next.

  "So?"

  "So that's where I found my souvenir."

  "Well, let's see it!" said Anderson.

  Hamston opened his leather bag. The object he removed rendered the crewweak in the knees. He said, "We can have that drink, Anderson, but Idon't think we'll enjoy it."

  He poured them each a shot from a half-filled bottle of Vodka.