Distant and near, houses of stone and brick and wood, painted all
colors, small, large; and further, golden fields of wheat, each blown by
a different breeze in a different direction.
"I don't believe it," said Captain Webber. "It's a _park_--millions of
miles away from where a park could possibly be."
"Strange but familiar," said Lieutenant Peterson, picking up a rock.
Captain Webber looked in all directions. "We were lost. Then we see a
city where no city should be, on an asteroid not shown on any chart, and
we manage to land. And now we're in the middle of a place that belongs
in history-records. We may be crazy; we may all be wandering around in
space and dreaming."
The little man with the thin hair who had just stepped briskly from a
treeclump said, "Well, well," and the men jumped.
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