The Continent Makers and Other Tales of the Viagens Read Free Page B

pretty indignant when they found out later, feeling that somebody had pulled a fast one on them. Especially as the game ended 21-20 favor of Atlantic.

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    After the game Hithafea went to his mailbox in the Administration Building. All the other frosh were eagerly pushing around the pigeon-holes to get theirs, for this was the day when fraternity bids were distributed. When Hithafea softly hissed: “Excuse me, please,” they made plenty of room for him.
    He took three little white envelopes from his box and scooted for his room in the freshman dorm. He burst in to find his roommate, Frank Hodiak, studying his one bid. Hithafea sat down on his bed with his tail curling up against the wall and opened his envelopes, slitting them neatly along the edge with his claws.
    “Frank!” he cried. “They want me!”
    “Hey,” said Hodiak, “what’s the matter with you? You’re drooling on the rug! Are you sick?”
    “No, I am cryink.”
    “What?”
    “Sure. That is the way we Sha’akhfi cry.”
    “And why are you crying?”
    “Pecause I am so happy! I am ofercome with emotion!”
    “Well for goodness sake,” said Hodiak unfeelingly, “go cry in the sink, then. I see you got three. Which you gonna take?”
    “I think the Iota Gamma Omicrons.”
    “Why? Some of the others got more prestige.”
    “I do not care. I am takink them anyway, for sentimental reasons.”
    “Don’t tell me a cold-blooded reptile like you is sentimental!”
    “Sure. All we Sha’akhfi are. You think we are not pecause we do not show our feelinks in our faces.”
    “Well,” persisted Hodiak, “what are these sentimental reasons, huh?”
    “First,” (Hithafea counted on his claws) “pecause Herp Lengyel iss one. He was the first man on the campus to treat me like a fellow beink. Second, pecause the kreat de Câmara was an Iota when he attendet Atlantic many years ako.”
    “Who’s this guy de Câmara?”
    “Dit you neffer know? My, some of you echucated Earthmen are iknorant of your own history! He was one of the great space pioneers, the founter of the Viagens Interplanetarias, and the first Earthman to set foot on Osiris.”
    “Oh. Another Brazzy, eh?”
    “Yes. It wass de Câmara who prought the false teeth of our Chief Inspector Ficèsaqha back to Earth from Osiris, and gafe them to Atlantic when they presented him with an honorary degree. Pefore I leat yells at a game, I go up to the museum and gaze upon those teeth. Their sentimental associations inspire me. I am fery sentimental apout Senhor de Câmara, although some of our people claim he stole those teeth and other thinks as well when he left our planet.”

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    At the first pledge-meeting, Hithafea squatted down humbly among his fellow pledges, who looked at him with traces of distaste or apprehension. When the prospective members’ duties had been explained to them, Fitzgerald and a couple of the other brothers undertook to have a little fun of the sadistic sort associated with initiations. They brought out a couple of wooden paddles, like Ping-Pong racquets but heavier, and fired nonsensical questions at the freshmen. Those who failed to answer glibly were paddled for ignorance, whereas those who answered glibly were paddled for being fresh.
    By and by Hithafea said: “Will nopody pattle me?”
    “Why, Monster?” said Fitzgerald. “D’you wanna be?”
    “Of course! It is part of peink a pletch. It would preak my heart if I were not pattled the same as the others.”
    The brothers looked at each other with expressions of bafflement. Brother Brown, indicating Hithafea’s streamlined stern, asked:
    “How the hell can we? I mean, where’s his—uh—I mean, where shall we hit him?”
    “Oh, anywhere!” said Hithafea.
    Brother Brown, looking a bit unhappy about the whole thing, hauled off with his paddle and whacked Hithafea’s scaly haunch. He hit again and again, until Hithafea said: “I do not efen feel it. Are you sure you are not goink easy on me on