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Xenon, v. 1, issue 1, March 1944
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XENON Page seven THE LEG PULLERS (Con't) The trapper's heart sank. His rifle was hanging over the door--and the bear was between him and the weapon. In fact, he had no weapon but his hands to fight this brute with, and he cried wildly, "Your species ought to have been extinct years ago! Only a few left in the mountains, and one of 'em attacks me!" Suddenly he realized he was still gripping the clyinder which the stranger had left. As a drowning man will grab at a straw, the trapper pressed the button on the thing. A red stream of light came out of the end of it. Where the red light touched the bear's chest yhere was a sort of whooshing sound, and a round hole suddenly appeared. The bear fell with a floor-shaking thump. The trapper went over and put his foot on the bear's belly. He stood gazing out into the night, and his eyes held a dreamy, far-away look. He said, "Well, I'll be...." He did not finish the expression, but just stood there looking down at the shiny little cylinder in his hands. THE END EDITOR'S CORNER still more Maybe we will have another chance to get together some time. Have received two mailing since I joined and would like to comment on some of the papers but space is limited. There were some darn good ones. Talking of papers--I would like to buy, trade or steal all fantasy papers published prior to September 1943. Am quite a collector (continued page 9
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XENON Page seven THE LEG PULLERS (Con't) The trapper's heart sank. His rifle was hanging over the door--and the bear was between him and the weapon. In fact, he had no weapon but his hands to fight this brute with, and he cried wildly, "Your species ought to have been extinct years ago! Only a few left in the mountains, and one of 'em attacks me!" Suddenly he realized he was still gripping the clyinder which the stranger had left. As a drowning man will grab at a straw, the trapper pressed the button on the thing. A red stream of light came out of the end of it. Where the red light touched the bear's chest yhere was a sort of whooshing sound, and a round hole suddenly appeared. The bear fell with a floor-shaking thump. The trapper went over and put his foot on the bear's belly. He stood gazing out into the night, and his eyes held a dreamy, far-away look. He said, "Well, I'll be...." He did not finish the expression, but just stood there looking down at the shiny little cylinder in his hands. THE END EDITOR'S CORNER still more Maybe we will have another chance to get together some time. Have received two mailing since I joined and would like to comment on some of the papers but space is limited. There were some darn good ones. Talking of papers--I would like to buy, trade or steal all fantasy papers published prior to September 1943. Am quite a collector (continued page 9
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