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Sun Spots, v. 4, issue 3, whole no. 15, February 1941
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February, 1941. SUN SPOTS Page 16. like the spires of some ancient Mohammedan Temple, reaching up like the long tapering fingers of a clutching hand. If you look through the telescope, the utter barren desolation of the rough rocky surface can be seen---pitted by the fall of meteors in some bygone days, seemingly a symphony of death, untouched by the callous hands of human hate. . . . But I am afraid that the unusual beauty of this unearthly sphere has carried my thoughts away. Soon we will make ready to land. Captain Von Kitzel, his hugh body making making a dynamic picture, stands by the foreward port-hole, peering out, through a large pair of weather-beaten binoculars. His beetling-brows of dark black, rise in exclamation every time his well trained eyes strike on something new. Beside him stands Professor Schuznic, his small round body, topped with flaxen hair, creating a shapp contrast with his companion. March 11, 1942. Several hours ago we landed---landed upon bewitching place---a land so fantastic that the most descriptive author could not describe it, a land so fantastic that it is really beyond mortal description. We are in the crater of Tycho. How weird this desolate globe is. For eight hours we have set in the safty of our ship---sat their looking---looking through unbelieving eyes---at the most dreadful beasts that we have ever seen. They move with a slow measured move movement of their monstrous muscles. As I watch, two of these giants, dragons they might well be called, engadged each other in a battle to the death. Two mamouths of Luna's own breeding fighting a dual---they somehow remind me of two countries--two countries--Germany and England. . .Von Kitzel knows not what to do. The beasts seem to emerge from a large group of caves at the north side of the crater. Our leader feels that deep down in this planet of the dead, we might find the civilization for which we seek. It is a long chance---but the only chance for Nazi Germany. He has ordered a searching party organized, and I have been placed at its head. Before leaving the comparitive safty of our ship, I am going to make arrangments for weapons, with which to combate the monstors without. . . . . . . March 20, 1942. Today we returned---returned from the most devilish spot on this---But I had better begin where I left off. . . . I chose four men to go with me on the searching party. I chose the four I thought most capable. First there was Karl Schaffer, tall blond mechanic, second, Franz Hoffmann, short black-bearded second mate of the "Dusseldorf", third Paul Gauss, one of the heads of the German Secret Police, and fourth, Wilhelm Von Schopenhaur, illustrious founder of the newly formed Nazi Scientific Exploration Foundation. With this quartette, I left the "Dusseldorf", stepping for the first time on the barren rock strewn surface of the Moon. The Sun, which was sinking low behind the north end of the Crater, cast weird shadows over the gray sun-baked dust that we were wading through, ankle deep. Those animals---the ones I mention before, were still roam-
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February, 1941. SUN SPOTS Page 16. like the spires of some ancient Mohammedan Temple, reaching up like the long tapering fingers of a clutching hand. If you look through the telescope, the utter barren desolation of the rough rocky surface can be seen---pitted by the fall of meteors in some bygone days, seemingly a symphony of death, untouched by the callous hands of human hate. . . . But I am afraid that the unusual beauty of this unearthly sphere has carried my thoughts away. Soon we will make ready to land. Captain Von Kitzel, his hugh body making making a dynamic picture, stands by the foreward port-hole, peering out, through a large pair of weather-beaten binoculars. His beetling-brows of dark black, rise in exclamation every time his well trained eyes strike on something new. Beside him stands Professor Schuznic, his small round body, topped with flaxen hair, creating a shapp contrast with his companion. March 11, 1942. Several hours ago we landed---landed upon bewitching place---a land so fantastic that the most descriptive author could not describe it, a land so fantastic that it is really beyond mortal description. We are in the crater of Tycho. How weird this desolate globe is. For eight hours we have set in the safty of our ship---sat their looking---looking through unbelieving eyes---at the most dreadful beasts that we have ever seen. They move with a slow measured move movement of their monstrous muscles. As I watch, two of these giants, dragons they might well be called, engadged each other in a battle to the death. Two mamouths of Luna's own breeding fighting a dual---they somehow remind me of two countries--two countries--Germany and England. . .Von Kitzel knows not what to do. The beasts seem to emerge from a large group of caves at the north side of the crater. Our leader feels that deep down in this planet of the dead, we might find the civilization for which we seek. It is a long chance---but the only chance for Nazi Germany. He has ordered a searching party organized, and I have been placed at its head. Before leaving the comparitive safty of our ship, I am going to make arrangments for weapons, with which to combate the monstors without. . . . . . . March 20, 1942. Today we returned---returned from the most devilish spot on this---But I had better begin where I left off. . . . I chose four men to go with me on the searching party. I chose the four I thought most capable. First there was Karl Schaffer, tall blond mechanic, second, Franz Hoffmann, short black-bearded second mate of the "Dusseldorf", third Paul Gauss, one of the heads of the German Secret Police, and fourth, Wilhelm Von Schopenhaur, illustrious founder of the newly formed Nazi Scientific Exploration Foundation. With this quartette, I left the "Dusseldorf", stepping for the first time on the barren rock strewn surface of the Moon. The Sun, which was sinking low behind the north end of the Crater, cast weird shadows over the gray sun-baked dust that we were wading through, ankle deep. Those animals---the ones I mention before, were still roam-
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