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With
an
effort
I
turned
and
began
a
stumbling
run
through
the
heather
.
The
fear
I
felt
was
no
rational
fear
,
but
a
panic
terror
not
only
of
the
Martians
,
but
of
the
dusk
and
stillness
all
about
me
.
Such
an
extraordinary
effect
in
unmanning
me
it
had
that
I
ran
weeping
silently
as
a
child
might
do
.
Once
I
had
turned
,
I
did
not
dare
to
look
back
.
I
remember
I
felt
an
extraordinary
persuasion
that
I
was
being
played
with
,
that
presently
,
when
I
was
upon
the
very
verge
of
safety
,
this
mysterious
death
--
as
swift
as
the
passage
of
light
--
would
leap
after
me
from
the
pit
about
the
cylinder
and
strike
me
down
.
It
is
still
a
matter
of
wonder
how
the
Martians
are
able
to
slay
men
so
swiftly
and
so
silently
.
Many
think
that
in
some
way
they
are
able
to
generate
an
intense
heat
in
a
chamber
of
practically
absolute
non-conductivity
.
This
intense
heat
they
project
in
a
parallel
beam
against
any
object
they
choose
,
by
means
of
a
polished
parabolic
mirror
of
unknown
composition
,
much
as
the
parabolic
mirror
of
a
lighthouse
projects
a
beam
of
light
.
But
no
one
has
absolutely
proved
these
details
.
However
it
is
done
,
it
is
certain
that
a
beam
of
heat
is
the
essence
of
the
matter
.
Heat
,
and
invisible
,
instead
of
visible
,
light
.
Whatever
is
combustible
flashes
into
flame
at
its
touch
,
lead
runs
like
water
,
it
softens
iron
,
cracks
and
melts
glass
,
and
when
it
falls
upon
water
,
incontinently
that
explodes
into
steam
.
That
night
nearly
forty
people
lay
under
the
starlight
about
the
pit
,
charred
and
distorted
beyond
recognition
,
and
all
night
long
the
common
from
Horsell
to
Maybury
was
deserted
and
brightly
ablaze
.
The
news
of
the
massacre
probably
reached
Chobham
,
Woking
,
and
Ottershaw
about
the
same
time
.
In
Woking
the
shops
had
closed
when
the
tragedy
happened
,
and
a
number
of
people
,
shop
people
and
so
forth
,
attracted
by
the
stories
they
had
heard
,
were
walking
over
the
Horsell
Bridge
and
along
the
road
between
the
hedges
that
runs
out
at
last
upon
the
common
.
You
may
imagine
the
young
people
brushed
up
after
the
labours
of
the
day
,
and
making
this
novelty
,
as
they
would
make
any
novelty
,
the
excuse
for
walking
together
and
enjoying
a
trivial
flirtation
.
You
may
figure
to
yourself
the
hum
of
voices
along
the
road
in
the
gloaming
...
As
yet
,
of
course
,
few
people
in
Woking
even
knew
that
the
cylinder
had
opened
,
though
poor
Henderson
had
sent
a
messenger
on
a
bicycle
to
the
post
office
with
a
special
wire
to
an
evening
paper
.
As
these
folks
came
out
by
twos
and
threes
upon
the
open
,
they
found
little
knots
of
people
talking
excitedly
and
peering
at
the
spinning
mirror
over
the
sand
pits
,
and
the
new-comers
were
,
no
doubt
,
soon
infected
by
the
excitement
of
the
occasion
.
By
half
past
eight
,
when
the
Deputation
was
destroyed
,
there
may
have
been
a
crowd
of
three
hundred
people
or
more
at
this
place
,
besides
those
who
had
left
the
road
to
approach
the
Martians
nearer
.
There
were
three
policemen
too
,
one
of
whom
was
mounted
,
doing
their
best
,
under
instructions
from
Stent
,
to
keep
the
people
back
and
deter
them
from
approaching
the
cylinder
.
There
was
some
booing
from
those
more
thoughtless
and
excitable
souls
to
whom
a
crowd
is
always
an
occasion
for
noise
and
horseplay
.
Stent
and
Ogilvy
,
anticipating
some
possibilities
of
a
collision
,
had
telegraphed
from
Horsell
to
the
barracks
as
soon
as
the
Martians
emerged
,
for
the
help
of
a
company
of
soldiers
to
protect
these
strange
creatures
from
violence
.
After
that
they
returned
to
lead
that
ill-fated
advance
.
The
description
of
their
death
,
as
it
was
seen
by
the
crowd
,
tallies
very
closely
with
my
own
impressions
:
the
three
puffs
of
green
smoke
,
the
deep
humming
note
,
and
the
flashes
of
flame
.
