There were no windows in the ship; and the vision slits were 
but tiny black scars near the bow. Others were in the metal 
skin, but closed now because of the flaming energy which soon 
would sear the man-made ship of destiny. There was no sound 
other than the eerie call of a prowling wolf far away and the 
cool wind bit deep into sweaty skins. (Montague Truex)