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From: Hefel Kruebbe <[email-masked]>
Date: Tue, 21 Sep 2010 14:56:20 +0200

Ter the wagon. As the Stoltzfooses and the last of their off-worldly
goods topped a hillock, they both turned to wave at the ship's officers.
Then, veiled by the dusty

fall of snow, they disappeared. * * * * * "I don't envy
them," the Engineer said, staring out into the wintery world. "Hymie,
were you born in a barn?" the Exec bellowed. "Sorry,
sir." The Engineer raised the landing ramp. Heaters hummed to thaw the
hold's air. "I was thinking
about how alone those two folks are now." "Hardly alone," the
Captain said. "There are four million Murnans, friendly people who
consider

a white skin no more than a personal idiosyncrasy. Aaron's

what his folks call a _Chentelmaan_, too. He'll get along."
"Chentelmaan-schmentelmaan,"
the Engineer said. "Why'd
he come half acros