If you are a wanderer from the stars, you are not like that other one we have down yonder," and he pointed to the southward.
"What!" I asked, pricking my ears in amazement, "another wanderer from the outside world! Does he come from the earth ?"--using the word An had given me to signify my own planet.
"No, not from there; from the one that burns blue in evening between sun and sea.

Men say he worked as a stoker or something of the kind when he was at home, and got trifling with a volcano tap, and was lapped in hot mud, and blown out here.

My brother saw him about a week ago." "Now what you say is down right curious.

I thought I had a monopoly of that kind of business in this sphere of yours.

I should be tremendously interested to see him." "No you wouldn't," briefly answered the woodman.