"X minus twenty seconds. X minus ten seconds. Nine ... eight ...
seven ... six ... five ... four ... three ... two ... FIRE!"
The control officer stabbed the firing b.u.t.ton and deep within the Atlas a relay clicked, activating a solenoid that pushed open a valve. A thin stream of Sally"s milk shot in from one side of the firing chamber to blend with a fine spray of egg, batter coming from a jet in the opposite wall.
Spewing a solid tail of purple fire, the Atlas leaped like a wasp-stung heifer from the launching pads and thundered into s.p.a.ce. The fuel orifices continued to expand to maximum pre-set opening. In ten seconds the nose cone turned from cherry-red to white heat and began sloughing its outer ceramic coating. At slightly more than forty-three thousand miles an hour, the great missile cleaved out of atmosphere into the void of s.p.a.ce, leaving a shock wave that cracked houses and shattered gla.s.s for fifty miles from launching point.
A week later, America"s newest rocket vessel, weighing more than thirty tons and christened _The Egg Nog_, was launched from the opposite coast at Vandenburg. Hastily modified to take the new fuel, the weight and s.p.a.ce originally designed for the common garden variety of rocket fuel was filled with automatic camera and television equipment. In its stern stood a six-egg, one-hundred-gallon engine, while in the nose was a small, one-egg, fourteen-quart braking engine to slow it down for the return trip through the atmosphere.
Its destination--Mars!
A week later, _The Eggnog_ braked down through the troposphere, skidded to a piddling two-thousand miles, an hour through the stratosphere, automatically sprouted gliding wing stubs in the atmosphere and planed down to a spraying halt in the Pacific Ocean, fifty miles west of Ensenada in Baja, California. Aboard were man"s first views of the red planet.
The world went mad with jubilation. From the capitals of the free nations congratulations poured into Washington. From Moscow came word of a one-hundred-ton s.p.a.ceship to be launched in a few days, powered by a mixture of vodka and orange juice discovered by a bartender in Novorosk who was studying chemistry in night school. This announcement was followed twenty-four hours later by a story in _Pravda_ proving conclusively that Sally"s Cloverdale Marathon III was a direct descendant of Nikita"s Mujik Droshky V, a prize Guernsey bull produced in the barns of the Sopolov People"s Collective twenty-six years ago.
Late in August, Air Force Major Clifton Wadsworth Quartermain climbed out of the port of the two-hundred-ton, two dozen-egg, two-hundred-thirty gallon s.p.a.ce rocket _Icarus_, the first man into s.p.a.ce and back. He had circled Venus and returned. No longer limited by fuel weight factors, scientists had been able to load enough shielding into the huge _Icarus_ to protect a man from the deadly bombardment of the Van Allen radiation belts.
On September 15th, Sally"s Cloverdale Marathon III, having been milked harder and faster than any Guernsey in history, went dry.
Less than half of the approximately twelve-hundred gallons of fuel she had produced during her hay days, remained on hand in the AEC storage vaults.
Three days later, Solomon, sprinting after one of his harem who was playing hard to get, bee-lined into the path of a security police jeep.
There was an agonized squawk, a shower of feathers and mourning. A short time later, the number of golden eggs dropped daily until one morning, there were none. They never reappeared. The United States had stockpiled twenty-six dozen in an underground cave deep in the Rockies.
Man, who had burst like a b.u.t.terfly into s.p.a.ce, crawled back into his coc.o.o.n and pondered upon the stars from a worm"s eye point of view.
Banging around in the back end of a common cattle truck, Sally"s Cloverdale Marathon III came home to the Circle T in disgrace. In a corner of the truck, the late Solomon"s harem cackled and voiced loud cries of misery as they huddled in the rude, slatted shipping coop. The truck turned off the county road and onto the dirt road leading to the main buildings. It rattled across the cattle guard and through the new-unprotected and open gate in the barbed wire fence. Life had returned almost to normal at the Circle T.
But not for long.
Five days after Sally"s ignominious dismissal from the armed forces, a staff car came racing up to the ranch. It skidded to a halt at the back-porch steps. Dr. Peterson jumped out and dashed up to the kitchen door.
"Well, for heaven"s sake," Hetty cried. "Come on in, sonny. I ain"t seen you for the longest spell."
Peterson entered and looked around.
"Where"s Johnny, Mrs. Thompson?" he asked excitedly. "I"ve got some wonderful news."
"Now ain"t that nice," Hetty exclaimed. "Your wife have a new baby or something? Johnny"s down at the barn. I"ll call him for you." She moved towards the door.
"Never mind," Peterson said, darting out the door, "I"ll go down to the barn." He jumped from the porch and ran across the yard.
He found Johnny in the barn, rigging a new block and tackle for the hayloft. Barney was helping thread the new, manila line from a coil on the straw-littered floor.
"Johnny, we"ve found it," Peterson shouted jubilantly as he burst into the barn.
"Why, Doc, good to see you again," Johnny said. "Found what?"
"The secret of Sally"s milk," Peterson cried. He looked wildly around the barn. "Where is she?"
"Who?"
"Sally, of course," the scientist yelped.
"Oh, she"s down in the lower pasture with Queenie," Johnny replied.
"She"s all right, isn"t she?" Peterson asked anxiously.
"Oh, sure, she"s fine, Doc. Why?"
"Listen," Peterson said hurriedly, "our people think they"ve stumbled on something. Now we still don"t know what"s in those eggs or in Sally"s milk that make them react as they do. All we"ve been able to find is some strange isotope but we don"t know how to reproduce it or synthesize it.
"But we do think we know what made Sally give that milk and made those hens start laying the gold eggs."
Johnny and Barney laid down their work and motioned the excited scientist to join them on a bench against the horse stalls.
"Do you remember the day Sally came fresh?" Peterson continued.
"Not exactly," Johnny replied, "but I could look it up in my journal. I keep a good record of things like new registered stock births."
"Never mind," Peterson said. "I"ve already checked. It was May 9th."
He paused and smiled triumphantly.
"I guess that"s right if you say so," Johnny said. "But what about it?"
"And that was the same day that the hens laid the first golden egg too, wasn"t it?" Peterson asked.
"Why it sure was, Doc," Barney chimed in. "I remember, cause Miz Thompson was so mad that the milk was bad and the eggs went wrong both in the same day."
"That"s what we know. Now listen to this, Johnny," the scientist continued. "During the night of May 8th, we fired an entirely new kind of test shot on the range. I can"t tell you what it was, only to say that it was a special atomic device that even we didn"t know too much about. That"s why we fired it from a cave in the side of a hill down there.
"Since then, our people have been working on the pretty good a.s.sumption that something happened to that cow and those chickens not too long before they started giving the Eggnog ingredients. Someone remembered the experimental test shot, checked the date and then went out and had a look at the cave. We already had some earlier suspicions that this device produced a new type of beam ray. We took sightings from the cave, found them to be in a direct, unbroken line with the Circle T. We set up the device again and using a very small model, tried it out on some chick embryos. Sure enough, we got a mutation. But not the right kind.
"So we"re going to recreate the entire situation right here, only this time, we"re going to expose not only Sally but a dozen other Guernseys from as close to her blood line as we can get.
"And we already knew that you had a young rooster sired by Solomon."
"But, Doc," Johnny protested. "Sally had a calf early that morning.
Isn"t that going to make a difference?"
"Of course it is," Peterson exclaimed. "And she"s going to have another one the same way. And so are all the other cows. You"re the one that told me she had her calf by artificial insemination, didn"t you?"
Johnny nodded.
"Well, then she"s going to have another calf from the same bull and so will the other cows."