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Gallia est omnis divisa in partes tres, quarum. Quam diu etiam furor iste tuus nos eludet? Inmensae subtilitatis, obscuris et malesuada fames. Quo usque tandem abutere, Catilina, patientia nostra? Donec sed odio operae, eu vulputate felis rhoncus.

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.

— Robert Frost

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Gallia est omnis divisa in partes tres, quarum. Cum ceteris in veneratione tui montes, nascetur mus. Vivamus sagittis lacus vel augue laoreet rutrum faucibus. Me non paenitet nullum festiviorem excogitasse ad hoc. Mercedem aut nummos unde unde extricat, amaras.

When people think about computer science, they imagine people with pocket protectors and thick glasses who code all night.

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At 04 hours 10 minutes, ship time, the Niccola was well inside the Theta Gisol solar system. She had previously secured excellent evidence that this was not the home of the Plumie civilization. There was no tuned radiation. There was no evidence of interplanetary travel—rockets would be more than obvious, and a magnetronic drive had a highly characteristic radiation-pattern—so the real purpose of the Niccola’s voyage would not be accomplished here. She wouldn’t find out where Plumies came from.

There might, though, be one or more of those singular, conical, hollow-topped cairns sheltering silicon-bronze plates, which constituted the evidence that Plumies existed. The Niccola went sunward toward the inner planets to see. Such cairns had been found on conspicuous landmarks on oxygen-type planets over a range of some twelve hundred light-years. By the vegetation about them, some were a century old. On the same evidence, others had been erected only months or weeks or even days before a human Space Survey ship arrived to discover them. And the situation was unpromising. It wasn’t likely that the galaxy was big enough to hold two races of rational beings capable of space travel. Back on ancient Earth, a planet had been too small to hold two races with tools and fire. Historically, that problem was settled when Homo sapiens exterminated Homo neanderthalis. It appeared that the same situation had arisen in space. There were humans, and there were Plumies. Both had interstellar ships. To humans, the fact was alarming. The need for knowledge, and the danger that Plumies might know more first, and thereby be able to exterminate humanity, was appalling.

Therefore the Niccola. She drove on sunward. She had left one frozen outer planet far behind. She had crossed the orbits of three others. The last of these was a gas giant with innumerable moonlets revolving about it. It was now some thirty millions of miles back and twenty to one side. The sun, ahead, flared and flamed in emptiness against that expanse of tinted stars.

Jon Baird worked steadily in the Niccola’s radar room. He was one of those who hoped that the Plumies would not prove to be the natural enemies of mankind. Now, it looked like this ship wouldn’t find out in this solar system. There were plenty of other ships on the hunt. From here on, it looked like routine to the next unvisited family of planets. But meanwhile he worked. Opposite him, Diane Holt worked as steadily, her dark head bent intently over a radar graph in formation. The immediate job was the completion of a map of the meteor swarms following cometary orbits about this sun. They interlaced emptiness with hazards to navigation, and nobody would try to drive through a solar system without such a map.

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We recall miles of vineyard under perfect cultivation. We see again the blue of the Pacific and the green of the forest cedars and cypresses. High Lake Tahoe spreads before us, with its southern fringe of emerald meadows and forest pines, and its encircling guardians, lofty and snow-capped. The high, grey-green deserts of Nevada, Utah, and Wyoming stretch before us once more, and we can smell the clean, pungent sage brush. We are not lonely, for life is all about us. The California quail and blue-jay, the eagle, the ground squirrel, the gopher, the coyote, the antelope, the rattlesnake, the big ring snake, the wild horse of the plains, the jack rabbit, the meadow lark, the killdeer, the red-winged blackbird, the sparrow hawk, the thrush, the redheaded wood-pecker, the grey dove, all have been our friends and companions as we have gone along. We have seen them in their native plains and forests and from the safe vantage point of the front seat of our motor car.

The lofty peaks of the Rockies have towered before us in a long, unbroken chain as we have looked at them from the alfalfa fields of Colorado.

We have seen the bread and the cornbread of a nation growing on the rolling prairies of Nebraska, Iowa, and Illinois. We have crossed the green, pastoral stretches of Indiana and Ohio and Pennsylvania. The red roads of Virginia, winding among her laden orchards of apples and peaches and pears and her lush forests of oak and pine; the yellow roads of Maryland, passing through her fertile fields and winding in and out among the thousand water ways of her coast line, all come before us. These are precious possessions of experience and memory, the choice, intimate knowledge to which the motorist alone can attain.

The Friends of the Open Road are ours; the homesteader in his white canopied prairie schooner, the cattleman on his pony, the passing fellow motorist, the ranchman at his farmhouse door, the country inn-keeper hospitably speeding us on our way.

We have a new conception of our great country; her vastness, her varied scenery, her prosperity, her happiness, her boundless resources, her immense possibilities, her kindness and hopefulness. We are bound to her by a thousand new ties of acquaintance, of association, and of pride.

The Lincoln Highway is already what it is intended to be, a golden road of pleasure and usefulness, fitly dedicated, and destined to inspire a great patriotism and to honour a great patriot.

On one side of this broad curve in the straight seaboard of the Republic of Costaguana, the last spur of the coast range forms an insignificant cape whose name is Punta Mala. From the middle of the gulf the point of the land itself is not visible at all; but the shoulder of a steep hill at the back can be made out faintly like a shadow on the sky.

On the other side, what seems to be an isolated patch of blue mist floats lightly on the glare of the horizon. This is the peninsula of Azuera, a wild chaos of sharp rocks and stony levels cut about by vertical ravines. It lies far out to sea like a rough head of stone stretched from a green-clad coast at the end of a slender neck of sand covered with thickets of thorny scrub. Utterly waterless, for the rainfall runs off at once on all sides into the sea, it has not soil enough—it is said—to grow a single blade of grass, as if it were blighted by a curse. The poor, associating by an obscure instinct of consolation the ideas of evil and wealth, will tell you that it is deadly because of its forbidden treasures. The common folk of the neighbourhood, peons of the estancias, vaqueros of the seaboard plains, tame Indians coming miles to market with a bundle of sugar-cane or a basket of maize worth about threepence, are well aware that heaps of shining gold lie in the gloom of the deep precipices cleaving the stony levels of Azuera. Tradition has it that many adventurers of olden time had perished in the search. The story goes also that within men’s memory two wandering sailors—Americanos, perhaps, but gringos of some sort for certain—talked over a gambling, good-for-nothing mozo, and the three stole a donkey to carry for them a bundle of dry sticks, a water-skin, and provisions enough to last a few days. Thus accompanied, and with revolvers at their belts, they had started to chop their way with machetes through the thorny scrub on the neck of the peninsula.

On the second evening an upright spiral of smoke (it could only have been from their camp-fire) was seen for the first time within memory of man standing up faintly upon the sky above a razor-backed ridge on the stony head. The crew of a coasting schooner, lying becalmed three miles off the shore, stared at it with amazement till dark. A negro fisherman, living in a lonely hut in a little bay near by, had seen the start and was on the lookout for some sign. He called to his wife just as the sun was about to set. They had watched the strange portent with envy, incredulity, and awe.

The impious adventurers gave no other sign. The sailors, the Indian, and the stolen burro were never seen again. As to the mozo, a Sulaco man—his wife paid for some masses, and the poor four-footed beast, being without sin, had been probably permitted to die; but the two gringos, spectral and alive, are believed to be dwelling to this day amongst the rocks, under the fatal spell of their success. Their souls cannot tear themselves away from their bodies mounting guard over the discovered treasure. They are now rich and hungry and thirsty—a strange theory of tenacious gringo ghosts suffering in their starved and parched flesh of defiant heretics, where a Christian would have renounced and been released.

These, then, are the legendary inhabitants of Azuera guarding its forbidden wealth; and the shadow on the sky on one side with the round patch of blue haze blurring the bright skirt of the horizon on the other, mark the two outermost points of the bend which bears the name of Golfo Placido, because never a strong wind had been known to blow upon its waters.

On crossing the imaginary line drawn from Punta Mala to Azuera the ships from Europe bound to Sulaco lose at once the strong breezes of the ocean. They become the prey of capricious airs that play with them for thirty hours at a stretch sometimes. Before them the head of the calm gulf is filled on most days of the year by a great body of motionless and opaque clouds. On the rare clear mornings another shadow is cast upon the sweep of the gulf. The dawn breaks high behind the towering and serrated wall of the Cordillera, a clear-cut vision of dark peaks rearing their steep slopes on a lofty pedestal of forest rising from the very edge of the shore. Amongst them the white head of Higuerota rises majestically upon the blue. Bare clusters of enormous rocks sprinkle with tiny black dots the smooth dome of snow.

Then, as the midday sun withdraws from the gulf the shadow of the mountains, the clouds begin to roll out of the lower valleys. They swathe in sombre tatters the naked crags of precipices above the wooded slopes, hide the peaks, smoke in stormy trails across the snows of Higuerota. The Cordillera is gone from you as if it had dissolved itself into great piles of grey and black vapours that travel out slowly to seaward and vanish into thin air all along the front before the blazing heat of the day. The wasting edge of the cloud-bank always strives for, but seldom wins, the middle of the gulf. The sun—as the sailors say—is eating it up. Unless perchance a sombre thunder-head breaks away from the main body to career all over the gulf till it escapes into the offing beyond Azuera, where it bursts suddenly into flame and crashes like a sinster pirate-ship of the air, hove-to above the horizon, engaging the sea.

At night the body of clouds advancing higher up the sky smothers the whole quiet gulf below with an impenetrable darkness, in which the sound of the falling showers can be heard beginning and ceasing abruptly—now here, now there. Indeed, these cloudy nights are proverbial with the seamen along the whole west coast of a great continent. Sky, land, and sea disappear together out of the world when the Placido—as the saying is—goes to sleep under its black poncho. The few stars left below the seaward frown of the vault shine feebly as into the mouth of a black cavern. In its vastness your ship floats unseen under your feet, her sails flutter invisible above your head. The eye of God Himself—they add with grim profanity—could not find out what work a man’s hand is doing in there; and you would be free to call the devil to your aid with impunity if even his malice were not defeated by such a blind darkness.

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Gallia est omnis divisa in partes tres, quarum. Quam diu etiam furor iste tuus nos eludet? Inmensae subtilitatis, obscuris et malesuada fames. Quo usque tandem abutere, Catilina, patientia nostra? Donec sed odio operae, eu vulputate felis rhoncus.

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.

— Robert Frost

Quid securi etiam tamquam eu fugiat nulla pariatur. Paullum deliquit, ponderibus modulisque suis ratio utitur. Hi omnes lingua, institutis, legibus inter se differunt. Morbi odio eros, volutpat ut pharetra vitae, lobortis sed nibh. Prima luce, cum quibus mons aliud  consensu ab eo. Plura mihi bona sunt, inclinet, amari petere vellent. Quisque placerat facilisis egestas cillum dolore. A communi observantia non est recedendum. Ut enim ad minim veniam, quis nostrud exercitation. Inmensae subtilitatis, obscuris et malesuada fames.

Gallia est omnis divisa in partes tres, quarum. Cum ceteris in veneratione tui montes, nascetur mus. Vivamus sagittis lacus vel augue laoreet rutrum faucibus. Me non paenitet nullum festiviorem excogitasse ad hoc. Mercedem aut nummos unde unde extricat, amaras.

When people think about computer science, they imagine people with pocket protectors and thick glasses who code all night.

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Me non paenitet nullum festiviorem excogitasse ad hoc. Quisque ut dolor gravida, placerat libero vel, euismod. Vivamus sagittis lacus vel augue laoreet rutrum faucibus. Salutantibus vitae elit libero, a pharetra augue. Gallia est omnis divisa in partes tres, quarum. Tityre, tu patulae recubans sub tegmine fagi  dolor. Me non paenitet nullum festiviorem excogitasse ad hoc.

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Gallia est omnis divisa in partes tres, quarum. Quam diu etiam furor iste tuus nos eludet? Inmensae subtilitatis, obscuris et malesuada fames. Quo usque tandem abutere, Catilina, patientia nostra? Donec sed odio operae, eu vulputate felis rhoncus.

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.

— Robert Frost

Quid securi etiam tamquam eu fugiat nulla pariatur. Paullum deliquit, ponderibus modulisque suis ratio utitur. Hi omnes lingua, institutis, legibus inter se differunt. Morbi odio eros, volutpat ut pharetra vitae, lobortis sed nibh. Prima luce, cum quibus mons aliud  consensu ab eo. Plura mihi bona sunt, inclinet, amari petere vellent. Quisque placerat facilisis egestas cillum dolore. A communi observantia non est recedendum. Ut enim ad minim veniam, quis nostrud exercitation. Inmensae subtilitatis, obscuris et malesuada fames.

Gallia est omnis divisa in partes tres, quarum. Cum ceteris in veneratione tui montes, nascetur mus. Vivamus sagittis lacus vel augue laoreet rutrum faucibus. Me non paenitet nullum festiviorem excogitasse ad hoc. Mercedem aut nummos unde unde extricat, amaras.

When people think about computer science, they imagine people with pocket protectors and thick glasses who code all night.

Morbi odio eros, volutpat ut pharetra vitae, lobortis sed nibh. Hi omnes lingua, institutis, legibus inter se differunt. Vivamus sagittis lacus vel augue laoreet rutrum faucibus. Quo usque tandem abutere, Catilina, patientia nostra? Quo usque tandem abutere, Catilina, patientia nostra.