“Unfortunately,” said Cochrane, “you are perfectly right.  They would!  There have been resettlement projects and such stuff for generations.  I’m very much afraid that just what you propose will be done to some degree somewhere or other on other planets as they’re turned up.  But on the glacier planet there will be hotels.  The rich will want to go there to stay, to sight-see, to ride, to hunt, to ski, and to fly in helicopters over volcanoes.  The hotels will need to be staffed.  There will be guides and foresters and hunters.  It will cost too much to bring food from Earth, so farms will be started.  It will be cheaper to buy food from independent farmers than to raise it with hired help.  So the farmers will be independent.  There will have to be stores to supply them with what they need, and tourists with what they don’t need but want.  From the minute the glacier planet starts up as a tourist resort, there will be jobs for hundreds of people.  It won’t be long before there are jobs for thousands.  There’ll be a man-shortage there.  Anybody who wants to can go there to work, and if he doesn’t go there expecting a certified, psychologically conditioned environment, but just a good job with possible or probable advancement ...  That’s the environment we humans want!  Presently the hotels won’t even be tourist hotels.  They’ll just be the normal hotels that exist everywhere that there are cities and people moving about among them!  Then it won’t be a tourist-planet, and tourists will be a nuisance.  It’ll be home for one hell of a lot of people!  And they’ll have made every bit of it themselves!”

Holden said uncomfortably: 

“It’ll be slow ...”

“It’ll be sure!” snapped Cochrane.  “The first settlements in America were failures until the people started to work for themselves!  Look at this planet we’re leaving!  How many people will come to work that silly diamond mine!  How many will hunt to supply them with meat?  How many will farm to supply the hunters and the miners with other food?  And how many others will be along to run stores and manufacture things ...”  He made an impatient gesture.  “You’re thinking of encouraging people to move to the stars to make more room on Earth.  You’d get nice passive colonists who’d obediently move because the long-hairs said it was wise and the government paid for it.  I’m thinking of colonists who’ll fight and quite possibly cheat and lie a little to get jobs where they can take care of their families the way they want to!  I want people to move to get what they want in spite of any discouragement anybody throws at them.  Now shoo!  I’m busy!”

Jones asked mildly: 

“At what?”

“The latest proposed deal,” said Cochrane impatiently, “is for rights to bore for oil.  The uranium concessions are farmed out.  Water-power is pending—­not for cash, but a cut—­and—.”

Holden said uneasily: 

“There’s one other thing, Jed.  All your plans and all your scheming could still be blocked if back on Earth they think we might bring plagues back to Earth.  Remember Dabney suggested that?  And some biologist or other agreed with him?”