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Four-Day Planet

I went through the gateway, towing my equipment in a contragravity hamper over my head. As usual, I was wondering what it would take, short of a revolution, to get the city of Port Sandor as clean and tidy and well lighted as the spaceport area. I knew Dad's editorials and my sarcastic news stories wouldn't do it. We'd been trying long enough. The two girls in bikinis in front of me pushed on, still gabbling about the fight one of them had had with her boy friend, and I closed up behind the half dozen monster-hunters in long trousers, ankle boots and short boat-jackets, with big knives. | Four-Day Planet Piper Henry Beam Published 1961 Categorie s Fiction Science Fiction Source http www.gutenberg.org 1 About Piper Henry Beam Piper March 23 1904 - c. November 6 1964 was an American science fiction author. He wrote many short stories and several novels. He is best known for his extensive Terro-Human Future History series of stories and a shorter series of Paratime alternate history tales. He wrote under the name H. Beam Piper. Another source gives his name as Horace Beam Piper and a different date of death. His gravestone says Henry Beam Piper . Piper himself may have been the source of part of the confusion he told people the H stood for Horace encouraging the assumption that he used the initial because he disliked his name. Source Wikipedia Also available on Feedbooks for Piper Little Fuzzy 1962 The Cosmic Computer 1963 Time Crime 1955 Genesis 1951 Last Enemy 1950 A Slave is a Slave 1962 Murder in the Gunroom 1953 Omnilingual 1957 Time and Time Again 1947 Police Operation 1948 Copyright Please read the legal notice included in this e-book and or check the copyright status in your country. Note This book is brought to you by Feedbooks http www.feedbooks.com Strictly for personal use do not use this file for commercial purposes. 2 Chapter 1 The Ship from Terra I went through the gateway towing my equipment in a contragravity hamper over my head. As usual I was wondering what it would take short of a revolution to get the city of Port Sandor as clean and tidy and well lighted as the spaceport area. I knew Dad s editorials and my sarcastic news stories wouldn t do it. We d been trying long enough. The two girls in bikinis in front of me pushed on still gabbling about the fight one of them had had with her boy friend and I closed up behind the half dozen monster-hunters in long trousers ankle boots and short boat-jackets with big knives on their belts. They must have all been from the same crew because they weren t arguing about whose ship was fastest .