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As
it
passed
it
set
up
an
exultant
deafening
howl
that
drowned
the
thunder
--
"
Aloo
!
Aloo
!
"
--
and
in
another
minute
it
was
with
its
companion
,
half
a
mile
away
,
stooping
over
something
in
the
field
.
I
have
no
doubt
this
Thing
in
the
field
was
the
third
of
the
ten
cylinders
they
had
fired
at
us
from
Mars
.
For
some
minutes
I
lay
there
in
the
rain
and
darkness
watching
,
by
the
intermittent
light
,
these
monstrous
beings
of
metal
moving
about
in
the
distance
over
the
hedge
tops
.
A
thin
hail
was
now
beginning
,
and
as
it
came
and
went
their
figures
grew
misty
and
then
flashed
into
clearness
again
.
Now
and
then
came
a
gap
in
the
lightning
,
and
the
night
swallowed
them
up
.
I
was
soaked
with
hail
above
and
puddle
water
below
.
It
was
some
time
before
my
blank
astonishment
would
let
me
struggle
up
the
bank
to
a
drier
position
,
or
think
at
all
of
my
imminent
peril
.
Not
far
from
me
was
a
little
one-roomed
squatter
's
hut
of
wood
,
surrounded
by
a
patch
of
potato
garden
.
I
struggled
to
my
feet
at
last
,
and
,
crouching
and
making
use
of
every
chance
of
cover
,
I
made
a
run
for
this
.
I
hammered
at
the
door
,
but
I
could
not
make
the
people
hear
(
if
there
were
any
people
inside
)
,
and
after
a
time
I
desisted
,
and
,
availing
myself
of
a
ditch
for
the
greater
part
of
the
way
,
succeeded
in
crawling
,
unobserved
by
these
monstrous
machines
,
into
the
pine
woods
towards
Maybury
.
Under
cover
of
this
I
pushed
on
,
wet
and
shivering
now
,
towards
my
own
house
.
I
walked
among
the
trees
trying
to
find
the
footpath
.
It
was
very
dark
indeed
in
the
wood
,
for
the
lightning
was
now
becoming
infrequent
,
and
the
hail
,
which
was
pouring
down
in
a
torrent
,
fell
in
columns
through
the
gaps
in
the
heavy
foliage
.
If
I
had
fully
realised
the
meaning
of
all
the
things
I
had
seen
I
should
have
immediately
worked
my
way
round
through
Byfleet
to
Street
Cobham
,
and
so
gone
back
to
rejoin
my
wife
at
Leatherhead
.
But
that
night
the
strangeness
of
things
about
me
,
and
my
physical
wretchedness
,
prevented
me
,
for
I
was
bruised
,
weary
,
wet
to
the
skin
,
deafened
and
blinded
by
the
storm
.
I
had
a
vague
idea
of
going
on
to
my
own
house
,
and
that
was
as
much
motive
as
I
had
.
I
staggered
through
the
trees
,
fell
into
a
ditch
and
bruised
my
knees
against
a
plank
,
and
finally
splashed
out
into
the
lane
that
ran
down
from
the
College
Arms
.
I
say
splashed
,
for
the
storm
water
was
sweeping
the
sand
down
the
hill
in
a
muddy
torrent
.
There
in
the
darkness
a
man
blundered
into
me
and
sent
me
reeling
back
.
He
gave
a
cry
of
terror
,
sprang
sideways
,
and
rushed
on
before
I
could
gather
my
wits
sufficiently
to
speak
to
him
.
So
heavy
was
the
stress
of
the
storm
just
at
this
place
that
I
had
the
hardest
task
to
win
my
way
up
the
hill
.
I
went
close
up
to
the
fence
on
the
left
and
worked
my
way
along
its
palings
.
Near
the
top
I
stumbled
upon
something
soft
,
and
,
by
a
flash
of
lightning
,
saw
between
my
feet
a
heap
of
black
broadcloth
and
a
pair
of
boots
.
Before
I
could
distinguish
clearly
how
the
man
lay
,
the
flicker
of
light
had
passed
.
I
stood
over
him
waiting
for
the
next
flash
.
When
it
came
,
I
saw
that
he
was
a
sturdy
man
,
cheaply
but
not
shabbily
dressed
;
his
head
was
bent
under
his
body
,
and
he
lay
crumpled
up
close
to
the
fence
,
as
though
he
had
been
flung
violently
against
it
.
