THE GIRLS FROM EARTHOriginally published in Galaxy Science Fiction, January 1952.
I
“The beasts aren’t much help, are they?”
Karl Allen snatched a breath of air and gave another heave on the line tied to the raft of parampa logs bobbing in the middle of the river.
“No,” he grunted, “they’re not. They always balk at a time like this, when they can see it’ll be hard work.”
Joseph Hill wiped his plump face and coiled some of the rope’s slack around his thick waist.
“Together now, Karl. One! Two!”
They stood knee-deep in mud on the bank, pulling and straining on the rope, while some few yards distant, in the shade of a grove of trees, their tiny yllumphs nibbled grass and watched them critically, but made no effort to come closer.
“If we’re late for ship’s landing, Joe, we’ll get cross
