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THE MARTIAN CHRONICLES
by Ray Bradbury
 
 
Copyright 1946, 1948, 1949, 1950, 1958 by Ray Bradbury.
Copyright renewed 1977 by Ray Bradbury.
 
A Bantam Spectra Book / published by arrangement with Doubleday.
PUBLISHING HISTORY
Doubleday edition published May l950
Science Fiction Book Club edition / November 1952
Bantam edition / June 1951
New Bantam edition / October 1954
Bantam paperback edition / September 1979
 
All rights reserved.
ISBN 0-553-27822-3
The characters and the incidents in this book are entirely the product of the author’s imagination and have no relation to any person, place, or event in real life.
For my wife MARGUERITE with all my love
June 2001:  --AND THE MOON BE STILL AS BRIGHT
It was so cold when they first came from the rocket into the night that Spender began to gather the dry Martian wood and build a small fire. He didn’t say anything about a celebration; he merely gathered the wood, set fire to it, and watched it burn.
In the flare that lighted the thin air of this dried-up sea of Mars he looked over his shoulder and saw the rocket that had brought them all, Captain Wilder and Cheroke and Hathaway and Sam Parkhill and himself, across a silent black space of stars to land upon a dead, dreaming world.
Jeff Spender waited for the noise. He watched the other men and waited for them to jump around and shout. It would happen as soon as the numbness of being the “first” men to Mars wore off. None of them said anything, but many of them were hoping, perhaps, that the other expeditions had failed and that this, the Fourth, would be the one. They meant nothing evil by it. But they stood thinking it, nevertheless, thinking of the honor and fame, while their lungs became accustomed to the thinness of the atmosphere, which almost made you drunk if you moved too quickly.
Gibbs walked over to the freshly ignited fire and said, “Why don’t we use the ship chemical fire instead of that wood?”
“Never mind,” said Spender, not looking up.
It wouldn’t be right, the first night on Mars, to make a loud noise, to introduce a strange, silly bright thing like a stove. It would be a kind of imported blasphemy. There’d be time for that later; time to throw condensed-milk cans in the proud Martian canals; time for copies of the New York Times to blow and caper and rustle across the lone gray Martian sea bottoms; time for banana peels and picnic papers in the fluted, delicate ruins of the old Martian valley towns. Plenty of time for that. And he gave a small in ............

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