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A
big
greyish
rounded
bulk
,
the
size
,
perhaps
,
of
a
bear
,
was
rising
slowly
and
painfully
out
of
the
cylinder
.
As
it
bulged
up
and
caught
the
light
,
it
glistened
like
wet
leather
.
Two
large
dark-coloured
eyes
were
regarding
me
steadfastly
.
The
mass
that
framed
them
,
the
head
of
the
thing
,
was
rounded
,
and
had
,
one
might
say
,
a
face
.
There
was
a
mouth
under
the
eyes
,
the
lipless
brim
of
which
quivered
and
panted
,
and
dropped
saliva
.
The
whole
creature
heaved
and
pulsated
convulsively
.
A
lank
tentacular
appendage
gripped
the
edge
of
the
cylinder
,
another
swayed
in
the
air
.
Those
who
have
never
seen
a
living
Martian
can
scarcely
imagine
the
strange
horror
of
its
appearance
.
The
peculiar
V-shaped
mouth
with
its
pointed
upper
lip
,
the
absence
of
brow
ridges
,
the
absence
of
a
chin
beneath
the
wedgelike
lower
lip
,
the
incessant
quivering
of
this
mouth
,
the
Gorgon
groups
of
tentacles
,
the
tumultuous
breathing
of
the
lungs
in
a
strange
atmosphere
,
the
evident
heaviness
and
painfulness
of
movement
due
to
the
greater
gravitational
energy
of
the
earth
--
above
all
,
the
extraordinary
intensity
of
the
immense
eyes
--
were
at
once
vital
,
intense
,
inhuman
,
crippled
and
monstrous
.
There
was
something
fungoid
in
the
oily
brown
skin
,
something
in
the
clumsy
deliberation
of
the
tedious
movements
unspeakably
nasty
.
Even
at
this
first
encounter
,
this
first
glimpse
,
I
was
overcome
with
disgust
and
dread
.
Suddenly
the
monster
vanished
.
It
had
toppled
over
the
brim
of
the
cylinder
and
fallen
into
the
pit
,
with
a
thud
like
the
fall
of
a
great
mass
of
leather
.
I
heard
it
give
a
peculiar
thick
cry
,
and
forthwith
another
of
these
creatures
appeared
darkly
in
the
deep
shadow
of
the
aperture
.
I
turned
and
,
running
madly
,
made
for
the
first
group
of
trees
,
perhaps
a
hundred
yards
away
;
but
I
ran
slantingly
and
stumbling
,
for
I
could
not
avert
my
face
from
these
things
.
There
,
among
some
young
pine
trees
and
furze
bushes
,
I
stopped
,
panting
,
and
waited
further
developments
.
The
common
round
the
sand
pits
was
dotted
with
people
,
standing
like
myself
in
a
half-fascinated
terror
,
staring
at
these
creatures
,
or
rather
at
the
heaped
gravel
at
the
edge
of
the
pit
in
which
they
lay
.
And
then
,
with
a
renewed
horror
,
I
saw
a
round
,
black
object
bobbing
up
and
down
on
the
edge
of
the
pit
.
It
was
the
head
of
the
shopman
who
had
fallen
in
,
but
showing
as
a
little
black
object
against
the
hot
western
sun
.
Now
he
got
his
shoulder
and
knee
up
,
and
again
he
seemed
to
slip
back
until
only
his
head
was
visible
.
Suddenly
he
vanished
,
and
I
could
have
fancied
a
faint
shriek
had
reached
me
.
I
had
a
momentary
impulse
to
go
back
and
help
him
that
my
fears
overruled
.
Everything
was
then
quite
invisible
,
hidden
by
the
deep
pit
and
the
heap
of
sand
that
the
fall
of
the
cylinder
had
made
.
Anyone
coming
along
the
road
from
Chobham
or
Woking
would
have
been
amazed
at
the
sight
--
a
dwindling
multitude
of
perhaps
a
hundred
people
or
more
standing
in
a
great
irregular
circle
,
in
ditches
,
behind
bushes
,
behind
gates
and
hedges
,
saying
little
to
one
another
and
that
in
short
,
excited
shouts
,
and
staring
,
staring
hard
at
a
few
heaps
of
sand
.
The
barrow
of
ginger
beer
stood
,
a
queer
derelict
,
black
against
the
burning
sky
,
and
in
the
sand
pits
was
a
row
of
deserted
vehicles
with
their
horses
feeding
out
of
nosebags
or
pawing
the
ground
.
After
the
glimpse
I
had
had
of
the
Martians
emerging
from
the
cylinder
in
which
they
had
come
to
the
earth
from
their
planet
,
a
kind
of
fascination
paralysed
my
actions
.
I
remained
standing
knee-deep
in
the
heather
,
staring
at
the
mound
that
hid
them
.
I
was
a
battleground
of
fear
and
curiosity
.
I
did
not
dare
to
go
back
towards
the
pit
,
but
I
felt
a
passionate
longing
to
peer
into
it
.
I
began
walking
,
therefore
,
in
a
big
curve
,
seeking
some
point
of
vantage
and
continually
looking
at
the
sand
heaps
that
hid
these
new-comers
to
our
earth
.
Once
a
leash
of
thin
black
whips
,
like
the
arms
of
an
octopus
,
flashed
across
the
sunset
and
was
immediately
with
-
drawn
,
and
afterwards
a
thin
rod
rose
up
,
joint
by
joint
,
bearing
at
its
apex
a
circular
disk
that
spun
with
a
wobbling
motion
.
What
could
be
going
on
there
?
Most
of
the
spectators
had
gathered
in
one
or
two
groups
--
one
a
little
crowd
towards
Woking
,
the
other
a
knot
of
people
in
the
direction
of
Chobham
.
Evidently
they
shared
my
mental
conflict
.
There
were
few
near
me
.
One
man
I
approached
--
he
was
,
I
perceived
,
a
neighbour
of
mine
,
though
I
did
not
know
his
name
--
and
accosted
.
But
it
was
scarcely
a
time
for
articulate
conversation
.
