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Close
on
its
apparition
,
and
blindingly
violet
by
contrast
,
danced
out
the
first
lightning
of
the
gathering
storm
,
and
the
thunder
burst
like
a
rocket
overhead
.
The
horse
took
the
bit
between
his
teeth
and
bolted
.
A
moderate
incline
runs
towards
the
foot
of
Maybury
Hill
,
and
down
this
we
clattered
.
Once
the
lightning
had
begun
,
it
went
on
in
as
rapid
a
succession
of
flashes
as
I
have
ever
seen
.
The
thunderclaps
,
treading
one
on
the
heels
of
another
and
with
a
strange
crackling
accompaniment
,
sounded
more
like
the
working
of
a
gigantic
electric
machine
than
the
usual
detonating
reverberations
.
The
flickering
light
was
blinding
and
confusing
,
and
a
thin
hail
smote
gustily
at
my
face
as
I
drove
down
the
slope
.
At
first
I
regarded
little
but
the
road
before
me
,
and
then
abruptly
my
attention
was
arrested
by
something
that
was
moving
rapidly
down
the
opposite
slope
of
Maybury
Hill
.
At
first
I
took
it
for
the
wet
roof
of
a
house
,
but
one
flash
following
another
showed
it
to
be
in
swift
rolling
movement
.
It
was
an
elusive
vision
--
a
moment
of
bewildering
darkness
,
and
then
,
in
a
flash
like
daylight
,
the
red
masses
of
the
Orphanage
near
the
crest
of
the
hill
,
the
green
tops
of
the
pine
trees
,
and
this
problematical
object
came
out
clear
and
sharp
and
bright
.
And
this
Thing
I
saw
!
How
can
I
describe
it
?
A
monstrous
tripod
,
higher
than
many
houses
,
striding
over
the
young
pine
trees
,
and
smashing
them
aside
in
its
career
;
a
walking
engine
of
glittering
metal
,
striding
now
across
the
heather
;
articulate
ropes
of
steel
dangling
from
it
,
and
the
clattering
tumult
of
its
passage
mingling
with
the
riot
of
the
thunder
.
A
flash
,
and
it
came
out
vividly
,
heeling
over
one
way
with
two
feet
in
the
air
,
to
vanish
and
reappear
almost
instantly
as
it
seemed
,
with
the
next
flash
,
a
hundred
yards
nearer
.
Can
you
imagine
a
milking
stool
tilted
and
bowled
violently
along
the
ground
?
That
was
the
impression
those
instant
flashes
gave
.
But
instead
of
a
milking
stool
imagine
it
a
great
body
of
machinery
on
a
tripod
stand
.
Then
suddenly
the
trees
in
the
pine
wood
ahead
of
me
were
parted
,
as
brittle
reeds
are
parted
by
a
man
thrusting
through
them
;
they
were
snapped
off
and
driven
headlong
,
and
a
second
huge
tripod
appeared
,
rushing
,
as
it
seemed
,
headlong
towards
me
.
And
I
was
galloping
hard
to
meet
it
!
At
the
sight
of
the
second
monster
my
nerve
went
altogether
.
Not
stopping
to
look
again
,
I
wrenched
the
horse
's
head
hard
round
to
the
right
and
in
another
moment
the
dog
cart
had
heeled
over
upon
the
horse
;
the
shafts
smashed
noisily
,
and
I
was
flung
sideways
and
fell
heavily
into
a
shallow
pool
of
water
.
I
crawled
out
almost
immediately
,
and
crouched
,
my
feet
still
in
the
water
,
under
a
clump
of
furze
.
The
horse
lay
motionless
(
his
neck
was
broken
,
poor
brute
!
)
and
by
the
lightning
flashes
I
saw
the
black
bulk
of
the
overturned
dog
cart
and
the
silhouette
of
the
wheel
still
spinning
slowly
.
In
another
moment
the
colossal
mechanism
went
striding
by
me
,
and
passed
uphill
towards
Pyrford
.
Seen
nearer
,
the
Thing
was
incredibly
strange
,
for
it
was
no
mere
insensate
machine
driving
on
its
way
.
Machine
it
was
,
with
a
ringing
metallic
pace
,
and
long
,
flexible
,
glittering
tentacles
(
one
of
which
gripped
a
young
pine
tree
)
swinging
and
rattling
about
its
strange
body
.
It
picked
its
road
as
it
went
striding
along
,
and
the
brazen
hood
that
surmounted
it
moved
to
and
fro
with
the
inevitable
suggestion
of
a
head
looking
about
.
Behind
the
main
body
was
a
huge
mass
of
white
metal
like
a
gigantic
fisherman
's
basket
,
and
puffs
of
green
smoke
squirted
out
from
the
joints
of
the
limbs
as
the
monster
swept
by
me
.
And
in
an
instant
it
was
gone
.
So
much
I
saw
then
,
all
vaguely
for
the
flickering
of
the
lightning
,
in
blinding
highlights
and
dense
black
shadows
.
