
The illustration depicts a scene from the story in which the Ekkisians are sending their line out for the drifting sphere which they find in interstellar space between Jupiter and their new landing place.
“It seemed that every being on Ekkis was doomed. The plague fixed itself in the blood of the victim, and dried it out until the body withered away to a hideous caricature [Sounds like the plague in “The Andromeda Strain,” Michael Crichton’s 1969 novel]. There was no stopping it. The physicians and scientists of Ekkis were skilled; but they could do nothing. They could neither prevent, cure, nor account for it.
“They said the disease was caused by a strange pathogenic bacterium, which meant nothing at all to the multitudes; that it had come in from far space, which was common supposition; that they had succeeded in isolating the germs, but only to prove them indestructible by any means known on Ekkis . . .
“Alvis, the capital of what was left of Ekkis, had dwindled from 22,000,000 to a few scores of thousands, and the entire population of the planet was not much over a million . . .
“In desperation a final appeal was made to the Science Guild, a body composed of the foremost technical men of Ekkis. Their response: ‘The government can do nothing; the physicians nothing; the people worse than nothing. Their sense warns them that the fate of Ekkis is sealed . . . the only cure is to leave Ekkis; that only those who leave will live . . . It is insufferable that wisdom should perish. We will take our knowledge to some other planet, where it can live on gloriously, even though we perish in the doing, and we must perish, because it is 550 trillion miles to Estoris (Jupiter) in the neighboring Solar System, the nearest planet that offers us any chance of a resting place . . .” [Quoting the story]