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I
found
a
little
crowd
of
perhaps
twenty
people
surrounding
the
huge
hole
in
which
the
cylinder
lay
.
I
have
already
described
the
appearance
of
that
colossal
bulk
,
embedded
in
the
ground
.
The
turf
and
gravel
about
it
seemed
charred
as
if
by
a
sudden
explosion
.
No
doubt
its
impact
had
caused
a
flash
of
fire
.
Henderson
and
Ogilvy
were
not
there
.
I
think
they
perceived
that
nothing
was
to
be
done
for
the
present
,
and
had
gone
away
to
breakfast
at
Henderson
's
house
.
There
were
four
or
five
boys
sitting
on
the
edge
of
the
Pit
,
with
their
feet
dangling
,
and
amusing
themselves
--
until
I
stopped
them
--
by
throwing
stones
at
the
giant
mass
.
After
I
had
spoken
to
them
about
it
,
they
began
playing
at
'
touch
'
in
and
out
of
the
group
of
bystanders
.
Among
these
were
a
couple
of
cyclists
,
a
jobbing
gardener
I
employed
sometimes
,
a
girl
carrying
a
baby
,
Gregg
the
butcher
and
his
little
boy
,
and
two
or
three
loafers
and
golf
caddies
who
were
accustomed
to
hang
about
the
railway
station
.
There
was
very
little
talking
.
Few
of
the
common
people
in
England
had
anything
but
the
vaguest
astronomical
ideas
in
those
days
.
Most
of
them
were
staring
quietly
at
the
big
tablelike
end
of
the
cylinder
,
which
was
still
as
Ogilvy
and
Henderson
had
left
it
.
I
fancy
the
popular
expectation
of
a
heap
of
charred
corpses
was
disappointed
at
this
inanimate
bulk
.
Some
went
away
while
I
was
there
,
and
other
people
came
.
I
clambered
into
the
pit
and
fancied
I
heard
a
faint
movement
under
my
feet
.
The
top
had
certainly
ceased
to
rotate
.
It
was
only
when
I
got
thus
close
to
it
that
the
strangeness
of
this
object
was
at
all
evident
to
me
.
At
the
first
glance
it
was
really
no
more
exciting
than
an
overturned
carriage
or
a
tree
blown
across
the
road
.
Not
so
much
so
,
indeed
.
It
looked
like
a
rusty
gas
float
.
It
required
a
certain
amount
of
scientific
education
to
perceive
that
the
grey
scale
of
the
Thing
was
no
common
oxide
,
that
the
yellowish-white
metal
that
gleamed
in
the
crack
between
the
lid
and
the
cylinder
had
an
unfamiliar
hue
.
'
Extra-terrestrial
'
had
no
meaning
for
most
of
the
onlookers
.
At
that
time
it
was
quite
clear
in
my
own
mind
that
the
Thing
had
come
from
the
planet
Mars
,
but
I
judged
it
improbable
that
it
contained
any
living
creature
.
I
thought
the
unscrewing
might
be
automatic
.
In
spite
of
Ogilvy
,
I
still
believed
that
there
were
men
in
Mars
.
My
mind
ran
fancifully
on
the
possibilities
of
its
containing
manuscript
,
on
the
difficulties
in
translation
that
might
arise
,
whether
we
should
find
coins
and
models
in
it
,
and
so
forth
.
Yet
it
was
a
little
too
large
for
assurance
on
this
idea
.
I
felt
an
impatience
to
see
it
opened
.
About
eleven
,
as
nothing
seemed
happening
,
I
walked
back
,
full
of
such
thought
,
to
my
home
in
Maybury
.
But
I
found
it
difficult
to
get
to
work
upon
my
abstract
investigations
.
In
the
afternoon
the
appearance
of
the
common
had
altered
very
much
.
The
early
editions
of
the
evening
papers
had
startled
London
with
enormous
headlines
:
'
A
MESSAGE
RECEIVED
FROM
MARS
.
'
'
REMARKABLE
STORY
FROM
WOKING
,
'
and
so
forth
.
In
addition
,
Ogilvy
's
wire
to
the
Astronomical
Exchange
had
roused
every
observatory
in
the
three
kingdoms
.
