“And they’ve lived here all these years?” said the captain.
“In peace and quiet, sir, yes. Maybe they made a few trips, to bring enough people here for one small town, and then stopped, for fear of being discovered. That’s why the town seems so old-fashioned. I don’t see a thing, myself, that is older than the year 1927, do you?”
“No, frankly, I don’t, Hinkston.”
“These are our people, sir. This is an American city; it’s definitely not European!” “That—that’s right, too, Hinkston.”
“Or maybe, just maybe, sir, rocket travel is older than we think. Perhaps it started in some part of the world hundreds of years ago, was discovered and kept secret by a small number of men, and they came to Mars, with only occasional visits to Earth over the centuries.”
“You make it sound almost reasonable.”
“It is, sir. It has to be. We have the proof here before us, all we have to do now, is find some people and verify it!”
“You’re right there, of course. We can’t just stand here and talk. Did you bring your gun?”
“Yes, but we won’t need it.”
“We’ll see about it. Come along, we’ll ring that doorbell and see if anyone is home.” Their boots were deadened of all sound in the thick green grass. I’ smelled from a fresh mowing. In spite of himself, Captain John Black felt a great peace come over him.
It had been thirty years since he had been in a small town, and the buzzing of spring bees on the air lulled and quieted him, and the fresh look of things was a balm to the soul.
Hollow echoes sounded from under the boards as they walked across the porch and stood before the screen door. Inside, they could see a head curtain hung across the hall entry, and a crystal chandelier and a jvtaxfield Parrish painting framed on one wall over a comfortable Morris Chair.
The house smelled old, and of the attic, and infinitely comfortable. You could hear the tinkle of ice rattling in a lemonade pitcher. In a distant kitchen, because of the heat of the day, someone was preparing a Soft, lemon drink.
Captain John Black rang the bell.
Footsteps, dainty and thin, came along the hall and a kind faced lady of some forty years, dressed in the sort of dress you might expect in the year 1909, peered out at them. “Can I help you?” she asked.
“Beg your pardon,” said Captain Black, uncertainly. “But we’re looking for, that is, could you help us, I mean.” He stopped. She looked out at him with dark wondering eyes. “If you’re selling something,” she said, “I’m much too busy and I haven’t time.”
She turned to go. “No, wait,” he cried, bewilderedly. “What town is this?” She looked him up and down as if he were crazy. “What do you mean, what town is it? How could you be in a town and not know what town it was?”
The captain looked as if he wanted to go sit under a shady apple tree. “I beg your pardon,” he said. “But we’re strangers here. We’re from Earth, and we want to know how this town got here and you got here.”
“Are you census takers?” she asked. “No,” he said.
“What do you want then?” she demanded. “Well,” said the captain.
“Well?” she asked.
“How long has this town been here?” he wondered.
“It was built in 1868,” she snapped at them. “Is this a game?”
“No, not a game,” cried the captain. “Oh, God,” he said. “Look here. We’re from Earth!” “From where?” she said. “From Earth!” he said. “Where’s that?” she said. “From Earth,” he cried. “Out of the ground, do you mean?” “No, from the planet Earth!” he almost shouted.
“Here,” he insisted, come out on the porch and I’ll show you.” “I won’t come out there, you are all evidently quite “No,” she said, mad from the sun.” Lustig and Hinkston stood behind the captain. Hinkston now spoke up. “Mrs.,” he said. “We came in a flying ship across space, among the stars. We came from the third planet from the sun, Earth, to this planet, which is Mars. Now do you understand, Mrs.?”
“Mad from the sun,” she said, taking hold of the door. “Go away now, before I call my husband who’s upstairs taking a nap, and he’ll beat you all with his fists.” “But—” said Hinkston.
“This is Mars, is it not?” “This,” explained the woman, as if she were addressing a child, “is Green Lake, Wisconsin, on the continent of America, surrounded by the Pacific and Atlantic Oceans, on a place called the world, or sometimes, the Earth. Go away now. Goodbye!”
She slammed the door.
The three men stood before the door with their hands up in the air toward it, as if pleading with her to open it once more. They looked at one another. “Let’s knock the door down,” said Lustig.
“We can’t,” sighed the captain. “Why not?” “She didn’t do anything bad, did she? We’re the strangers here. This is private property. Good God, Hinkston!” He went and sat down on the porchstep. “What, sir?”
“Did it ever strike you, that maybe we got ourselves, somehow, some way, fouled up. And, by accident, came back and landed on Earth!”
“Oh, sir, oh, sir, oh oh, sir.” And Hinkston sat down numbly and thought about it. Lustig stood up in the sunlight. “How could we have done that?”
“I don’t know, just let me think.”
Hinkston said, “But we checked every mile of the way, and we saw Mars and our chronometers said so many miles gone, and we went past the moon and out into space and here we are, on Mars. I’m sure we’re on Mars, sir.”
Lustig said, “But, suppose, just suppose that, by accident, in space, in time, or something, we landed on a planet in space, in another time- Suppose this is Earth, thirty or fifty years ago? Maybe we got lost i” the dimensions, do you think?”
“Oh, go away, Lustig.”
“Are the men in the ship keeping an eye on us, Hinkston?” “At their guns, sir.”
Lustig went to the door, rang the bell. When the door opened again, he asked, “What year is this?”
“1926, of course!” cried the woman, furiously, and slammed the door again.
“Did you hear that?” Lustig ran back to them, wildly. “She said 1926! We have gone back in time! This is Earth!”
Lustig sat down and the three men let the wonder and terror of the thought afflict them. Their hands stirred fitfully on their knees. The wind blew, nodding the locks of hair on their heads.
The captain stood up, brushing off his pants. “I never thought it would be like this. It scares the hell out of me. How can a thing like this happen?”
“Will anybody in the whole town believe us?” wondered Hinkston. “Are we playing around with something dangerous? Time, I mean. Shouldn’t we just take off and go home?”
“No. We’ll try another house.”
They walked three houses down to a little white cottage under an oak tree. “I like to be as logical as I can get,” said the captain. He nodded at the town. “How does this sound to you, Hinkston? Suppose, as you said originally, that rocket travel occurred years ago.
And when the Earth people had lived here a number of years they began to get homesick for Earth. First a mild neurosis about it, then a full fledged psychosis. Then, threatened insanity. What would you do, as a psychiatrist, if faced with such a problem?”
Hinkston thought. “Well, I think I’d re-arrange the civilization on Mars so it resembled Earth more and more each day. If there was any way of reproducing every plant, every road and every lake, and even an ocean, I would do so.
Then I would, by some vast crowd hypnosis, theoretically anyway, convince everyone in a town this size that this really was Earth, not Mars at all.”
“Good enough, Hinkston. I think we’re on the right track now. That woman in that house back there, just thinks she’s living on Earth. It protects her sanity. She and all the others in this town are the patients of the greatest experiment in migration and hypnosis you will ever lay your eyes on in your life.”
“That’s it, sir!” cried Lustig.
“Well,” the captain sighed. “Now we’re getting somewhere. I feel tetter. It all sounds a bit more logical now. This talk about time and going back and forth and traveling in time turns my stomach upside down. But, this way—” He actually smiled for the first time in a month.
Well. It looks as if we’ll be fairly welcome here.”
“Or, will we, sir?” said Lustig. “After all, like the Pilgrims, these people came here to escape Earth. Maybe they won’t be too happy to see us, sir. Maybe they’ll try to drive us out or kill us?”
“We have superior weapons if that should happen. Anyway, all we can do is try. This next house now. Up we go.”
But they had hardly crossed the lawn when Lustig stopped and looked off across the town, down the quiet, dreaming afternoon street. “Sir,” he said.
“What is it, Lustig?” asked the captain.
“Oh, sir, sir, what I see, what I do see now before me, oh, oh—-” said Lustig, and he began to cry. His fingers came up, twisting and trembling, and his face was all wonder and joy and incredulity.
He sounded as if any moment he might go quite insane with happiness. He looked down the street and he began to run, stumbling, awkwardly, falling, picking himself up, and running on. “Oh, God, God, thank you, God! Thank you!”
“Don’t let him get away!” The captain
