Spaceships in Prehistory [antikvár]

IThe Descent of the GodsMario Salomone is a very strange man. So strange that he has chosen a hobby that is far from restful, that of time-travelling, fie goes out of his studio or his house and disappears. He reappears an hour or so later. If we consider the matter from another viewpoint, centuries and centuries ago, in the times of barbarism, Mario Salomone seeks what interests him and then moves on into the Roman epoch. Or into prehistory.Where has he gone to now? The age of bronze?Perhaps. A few shards discovered here and there would suggest to him this date,'however indistinct, in the mysterious calendar of our past. But nothing betrays the period in which he is in. The landscape of the Alpine foothills is marked by harsh outlines, by scrub and maquis, by a silence broken only by crackling twigs and trodden leaves.From this lowering backdrop, almost evocative of unknown dimensions, rises the awesome summit of the Mu-sine, that sinister mountain, about thirteen kilometers (20 mi.) from the spot where Turin now is, upon which nothing of beauty grows, nothing thrives and everything is rejected by uniformly hostile nature.Our friend looks around, searching for some landmark.Then, suddenly, he sees a "flying saucer."It is there, not hovering in mid-air, but scratched on a rock, manifest and tangible, which is more than can be said