Mrs. Vaughn found Venus bearable but she was homesick much of the time.

Charlie, once he was over first the worry and then the delight of waking Nixie, found Venus interesting, less strange than he had expected, and from time to time he was homesick. But before long he was no longer homesick; Venus was home. He knew now what he wanted to be: a pioneer. When he was grown he would head south, deep into the unmapped jungle, carve out a plantation.

The jungle was the greatest single fact about Venus. The colony lived on the bountiful produce of the jungle. The land on which Borealis sat, buildings and s.p.a.ceport, had been torn away from the hungry jungle only by flaming it dead, stabilizing the muck with gel-forming chemicals, and poisoning the land thus claimed-then flaming, cutting, or poisoning any hardy survivor that pushed its green nose up through the captured soil.

The Vaughn family lived in a large apartment building which sat on land newly captured. Facing their front door, a mere hundred feet away across scorched and poisoned soil, a great s.h.a.ggy dark-green wall loomed higher than the buffer s.p.a.ce between. But the mindless jungle never gave up. The vines, attracted by light-their lives were spent competing for light energy-felt their way into the open s.p.a.ce, tred to fill it. They grew with incredible speed. One day after breakfast Mr. Vaughn tried to go out his own front door, found his way hampered. While they had slept a vine had grown across the hundred-foot belt, supporting itself by tendrils. against the dead soil, and had started up the front of the building. -

The police patrol of the city were armed with flame guns and spent most of their time cutting back such hardy intruders. While they had power to enforce the law, they rarely made an arrest. Borealis was a city almost free of crime; the humans were too busy fighting nature in the raw to require much attention from policemen.

But the jungle was friend as well as enemy. Its l.u.s.ty life offered food for millions and billions of humans in place of the few thousands already on Venus. Under the jungle lay beds of peat, still farther down were thick coal seams representing millions of years of lush jungle growth, and pools of oil waiting to be tapped. Aerial survey by jet-copter in the volcanic regions promised uranium and thorium when man could cut his way through and get at it. The planet offered unlimited wealth. But it did not offer it to sissies.

Charlie quickly b.u.mped his nose into one respect in which Venus was not for sissies. His father placed him in school, he was a.s.signed to a grade taught by Mr. deSoto. The school room was not attractive-"grim" was the word Charlie used, but he was not surprised, as most buildings in Borealis were unattractive, being constructed either of spongy logs or of lignin panels made from jungle growth.

But the school itself was "grim." Charlie had been humiliated by being placed one grade lower than he had expected; now he found that the lessons were stiff and that Mr. deSoto did not have the talent, or perhaps the wish to make them fun. Resentfully, Charlie loafed.

After three weeks Mr. deSoto kept him in after school. "Charlie, what"s wrong?" -

"Huh? I mean, "Sir?"

"You know what I mean. You"ve been in my cla.s.s nearly a month. You haven"t learned anything. Don"t you want to?"

"What? Why, sure I do."

"Surely" in that usage, not "sure." Very well, so you want tO learn; why haven"t you?"

Charlie stood silent. He wanted to tell Mr. deSoto what a swell place Horace Mann Junior High School had been, with its teams and its band and its student plays and its student council (this crazy school didn"t even have a student council!), and its study projects picked by the kids themselves, and the Spring Outburst and Sneak Day. . . and-oh, shucks!

But Mr. deSoto was speaking. "Where did you last go to school, Charlie?"

Charlie stared. Didn"t the teacher even bother to read his transcript? But he told him and added, "I was a year farther along there. I guess I"m bored, having to repeat."

"I think you are, too, but I don"t agree that you are repeating. They had an eighteen-year Jaw there, didn"t they?" -

"Sir?"

"You were required to attend school until you were eighteen Earth-years old?"

"Oh, that! Sure. I mean "surely." Everybody goes to school until he"s eighteen. That"s to "discourage juvenile delinquency," he quoted.

"I wonder. n.o.body ever flunked, I suppose."

"Sir?"

"Failed. n.o.body ever got tossed out of school or left back for failing his studies?" -

"Of course not, Mr. deSoto. You have to keep age groups together, or they don"t develop socially as they should."

"Who told you that?"

"Why, everybody knows that. I"ve been hearing that ever since I was in kindergarten. That"s what education is for-social development."

Mr. deSoto leaned back, rubbed his nose. Presently he said slowly; "Charlie, this isn"t that kind of a school at all."

Charlie waited. He was annoyed at not being invited to sit down and was wondering what would happen if he sat down anyway.

"In the first place we don"t have the eighteen-year rule. You can quit school today. You know how to read. Your handwriting is sloppy but it will do. You are quick in arithmetic. You can"t spell worth a hoot, but that"s your misfortune; the city fathers don"t care whether you learn to spell or not. You"ve got all the education the City of Borealis feels obliged to give you. If you want to take a flame gun and start carving out your chunk of the jungle, n.o.body is standing in your way. I can write a note to the Board of Education, telling them that Charles Vaughn, Jr. has gone as far as he ever will. You needn"t come back tomorrow."

Charlie gulped. He had never heard of anyone being dropped from school for anything less than a knife fight. It was unthinkable-what would his folks say?

"On the other hand," Mr. deSoto went on, "Venus needs educated citizens. We"ll keep anybody as long as they keep learning. The city will even send you back to Earth for advanced training if you are worth it, because we need scientists and engineers. . . and more teachers. But this is a struggling new community and it doesn"t have a penny to waste on kids who won"t study. We do flunk them in this school. If you don"t study, we"ll lop you off so fast you"ll think you"ve been trimmed with a flame gun. We"re not running the sort of overgrown kindergarten you were in. It"s up to you. Buckle down and learn. . . or get out. So go home and talk it over with your folks."

Charlie was stunned. "Uh.. . Mr. deSoto? Are you going to talk to my father?"

"What? Heavens, no! You are their responsibility, not mine. I don"t care what you do. That"s all. Go home."

Charlie went home, slowly. He did not talk it over with his parents. Instead he went back to school and studied. In a few weeks he discovered that even algebra could be interesting.. . and that old Frozen Face was an interesting teacher when Charlie had studied hard enough to know what the man was talking about.

Mr. deSoto never mentioned the matter again.

Getting back in the Scouts was more fun but even Scouting held surprises. Mr. Qu"an, Scoutmaster of Troop Four, welcomed him heartily. "Glad to have-you, Chuck. It makes me feel good when a Scout among the new citizens comes forward and says be wants to pick up the Scouting trail again." He looked over the letter Charlie had brought with him. "A good record-Star Scout at your age. Keep at it and you"ll be a Double Star.. . both Earth and Venus."

"You mean," Charlie said slowly, "that I"m not a Star Scout here?"

"Eh? Not at all." Mr. Qu"an touched the badge on Charlie"s jacket. "You won that fairly and a Court of Honor has certified you. You"ll always be a Star Scout, just as a pilot is ent.i.tled to wear his comet after he"s too old to herd a s.p.a.ce ship. But let"s be practical. Ever been out in the jungle?"

"Not yet, sir. But I always was good at woodcraft~"

"Mmm. . . Ever camped in the Florida Everglades?"

"Well . . . no~ sir."

"No matter. I simply wanted to point out that while the Everglades are jungle, they are an open desert compared with the jungle here. And the coral snakes and water moccasins in the Everglades are harmless little pets alongside some of the things here. Have you seen our dragonflies yet?"

"Well, a dead one, at school."

"That"s the best way to see them. When you see a live one, better see it first, . . . if it"s a female and ready to lay eggs."

"Uh, I know about them. If you fight them off, they won"t sting."

"Which is why you had better see them first."

"Mr. Qu"an? Are they really that big?"

"I"ve seen thirty-six-inch wing spreads. What I"m trying to say, Chuck, is that a lot of men have died learning the tricks of this jungle. If you are as smart as a Star Scout is supposed to be, you won"t a.s.sume that you know what these poor fellows didn"t. You"ll wear that badge. . . but you"ll cla.s.s yourself in your mind as a tenderfoot ,all over again, and you won"t be in a hurry about promoting yourself."

Charlie swallowed it. "Yes, sir. I"ll try."

"Good. We use the buddy system-you take care of your buddy and he takes care of you. I"ll team you with Hans Kuppenheimer. Hans is only a Second Cla.s.s Scout, but don"t let that fool you. He was born here and he lives in the bush, on his father"s plantation. He"s the best jungle rat in the troop."

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