consciousness.
Finally Fong said, "Did--did you hear that? He said..."
Captain Sam Wiley nodded, very slowly. "Yes. Alpha Centauri. _Alpha_Centauri."
His eyes began to twinkle, and then he smiled....
----
Onward sped the _Wanderer_, onward through cold, silent infinity, on andon, an insignificant pencil of silver lost in the terrible, broodingblackness.
Yet even greater than the blackness was the flaming hope in the six menwho inhabited the silver rocket. They moved in hope as fish move inwater. Their lives revolved in hope as planets revolve in space andtime. They bore their hope like a jeweled crown, and it was as much apart of them as sight in their eyes. Hope was both their brother andtheir god.
And there was no loneliness.
THE END
_Transcribers note_: This etext was produced from Galaxy Science FictionJuly 1953. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S.copyright on this publication was renewed.
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