Evening star., 1942-07-15

their instruments on the sky and
against the sky, for it was a cle'
like this the feathered steel spindles'
came whistling down and roared to
splinters. The land would be visible
from the sky tonight, even though
the moon seemed to throw little
light.
Down toward one end of the VII
lage, among the small houses, dog
complained about the cold and the
loneliness. He raised his nose to
his god and gave long and fullsome
account of the state of the world
as it applied to him. He was
practiced singer with a full bell
throat and great versatility OF range
and control.
The six men of the patrol slog-
sing dejectedly up and down the
streets heard the singing OF the
dog, and one of the mumed SOL
diers said, Seems to me he's get
ting worse every night. suppose
we ought to shoot him."
And another answered, why?
Let him howl. He sounds good to
me. used to have dog at home
that howled. I never could break
him. yellow dog. don't mind the
howl. They took my dog when they
took the Others" he said factually,
In a dull voice.
And the corporal said, Couldn't
have dogs eating up food that was
needed"
"Oh, I'm not complaining. I
know it was necessary. can't plan
the way the leaders do. It seems
funny to me. though. that some
people here have dogs, and they
don't have even as much food as
We have. They're pretty saunt,
though, dogs and people"
They're FOOLS" said the corporal.
That's why they lost 80 quickly.
They can't plan the way We can"
Planes Overhead.
IT wonder II we'll have dogs again
after It's over" said the soldier. II
suppose We could get them from
America or some place and start
the breeds again. What kind OF
dogs do you suppose they have In
American"
II don't know" said the corporal.
Probably dogs as crazy as every
thing else they have" And he went
on, Maybe dogs are no good, any
way. It might be just as well If
We never bothered with them, ex-
cept for police work"
"It might be- said the soldier.
~I've heard the leader doesn't like
dogs. I've heard they make him
Nch and sneeze."
"You hear all kinds Of things
the corporal said. "Listenp The
patrol stopped and fromsa great
distance came the bee hum Of
planes #M.,
.vThere they come the corporal
said. ''Well, there aren't any lights.
It's been two weeks, hasn't 1t, since
they came before?"
Twelve days." said the soldier.
The guards at the mine heard the
high drone Of the planes.
They're flying high" { sergeant
oaid.
And Capt. Loft tilted his head
back 20 that he could see under
the rim Of his helmet. sT Judge
over 10000 feet" he said. Maybe
they're going on over"
Aren't very many" The ser
xeant listened. II don't think there
are more than three Of them. Shall
! call the battery?"
"Just see they're alert, md then
call Col. Lanser-no, don't call him.
Maybe they aren't coming here.
They're nearly over and they
haven't started to dive yet
Sounds to me like they're circling
7 don't think there are more than
two," the sergeant said.
Help for the People.
In their beds the people heard the
planes and they squirmed deep into
their featherbeds and listened. In
the palace of the Mayor the little
sound awakened Col. Lanser, and he
turned over on his back and looked
at the dark ceiling with swide-open
syes, and he held his breath to listen
better and then his heart beat 50
that he could not hear as wen e. he
oculd when he was breathing. Mayor
Orden heard the planes In his sleep
and they made a dream for him and
he moved and whispered in his
sleep.
High in the air the two bombers
circled, mud -colored planes. They
sut their throttleS and scared, cir
cling. And from the belly Of each one
tiny little objects dropped, hundreds
Of them, one after another. They
plummeted . few feet and then
little parachutes opened and drifted
small packages silently and slowly
downward toward the earth, and the
planes raised their throttles and
gained altitude, and then cut their
throttles and circled again, and more
Of the little objects plummeted down,
and then the planes turned and flew
back in the direction from which
they had come.
The tiny parachutes floated like
thistledown and the breeze spread
them out and distributed them as
seeds on the ends OF thistledown are
distributed. They drifted so slowly
and landed 50 gently that sometimes
the l0-inch packages Of dynamite
stood upright in the snow, and the
little parachutes folded gently down
around them They looked black
against the snow.
They landed in the white fields
and among the woods of the hills
and they landed in trees and hung
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