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Here
I
came
once
more
upon
the
black
powder
in
the
streets
and
upon
dead
bodies
.
I
saw
altogether
about
a
dozen
in
the
length
of
the
Fulham
Road
.
They
had
been
dead
many
days
,
so
that
I
hurried
quickly
past
them
.
The
black
powder
covered
them
over
,
and
softened
their
outlines
.
One
or
two
had
been
disturbed
by
dogs
.
Where
there
was
no
black
powder
,
it
was
curiously
like
a
Sunday
in
the
City
,
with
the
closed
shops
,
the
houses
locked
up
and
the
blinds
drawn
,
the
desertion
,
and
the
stillness
.
In
some
places
plunderers
had
been
at
work
,
but
rarely
at
other
than
the
provision
and
wine
shops
.
A
jeweller
's
window
had
been
broken
open
in
one
place
,
but
apparently
the
thief
had
been
disturbed
,
and
a
number
of
gold
chains
and
a
watch
lay
scattered
on
the
pavement
.
I
did
not
trouble
to
touch
them
.
Farther
on
was
a
tattered
woman
in
a
heap
on
a
doorstep
;
the
hand
that
hung
over
her
knee
was
gashed
and
bled
down
her
rusty
brown
dress
,
and
a
smashed
magnum
of
champagne
formed
a
pool
across
the
pavement
.
She
seemed
asleep
,
but
she
was
dead
.
The
farther
I
penetrated
into
London
,
the
profounder
grew
the
stillness
.
But
it
was
not
so
much
the
stillness
of
death
--
it
was
the
stillness
of
suspense
,
of
expectation
.
At
any
time
the
destruction
that
had
already
singed
the
northwestern
borders
of
the
metropolis
,
and
had
annihilated
Ealing
and
Kilburn
,
might
strike
among
these
houses
and
leave
them
smoking
ruins
.
It
was
a
city
condemned
and
derelict
...
.
In
South
Kensington
the
streets
were
clear
of
dead
and
of
black
powder
.
It
was
near
South
Kensington
that
I
first
heard
the
howling
.
It
crept
almost
imperceptibly
upon
my
senses
.
It
was
a
sobbing
alternation
of
two
notes
,
"
Ulla
,
ulla
,
ulla
,
ulla
,
"
keeping
on
perpetually
.
When
I
passed
streets
that
ran
northward
it
grew
in
volume
,
and
houses
and
buildings
seemed
to
deaden
and
cut
it
off
again
.
It
came
in
a
full
tide
down
Exhibition
Road
.
I
stopped
,
staring
towards
Kensington
Gardens
,
wondering
at
this
strange
,
remote
wailing
.
It
was
as
if
that
mighty
desert
of
houses
had
found
a
voice
for
its
fear
and
solitude
.
"
Ulla
,
ulla
,
ulla
,
ulla
,
"
wailed
that
superhuman
note
--
great
waves
of
sound
sweeping
down
the
broad
,
sunlit
roadway
,
between
the
tall
buildings
on
each
side
.
I
turned
northwards
,
marvelling
,
towards
the
iron
gates
of
Hyde
Park
.
I
had
half
a
mind
to
break
into
the
Natural
History
Museum
and
find
my
way
up
to
the
summits
of
the
towers
,
in
order
to
see
across
the
park
.
But
I
decided
to
keep
to
the
ground
,
where
quick
hiding
was
possible
,
and
so
went
on
up
the
Exhibition
Road
.
All
the
large
mansions
on
each
side
of
the
road
were
empty
and
still
,
and
my
footsteps
echoed
against
the
sides
of
the
houses
.
At
the
top
,
near
the
park
gate
,
I
came
upon
a
strange
sight
--
a
bus
overturned
,
and
the
skeleton
of
a
horse
picked
clean
.
I
puzzled
over
this
for
a
time
,
and
then
went
on
to
the
bridge
over
the
Serpentine
.
The
voice
grew
stronger
and
stronger
,
though
I
could
see
nothing
above
the
housetops
on
the
north
side
of
the
park
,
save
a
haze
of
smoke
to
the
northwest
.
"
Ulla
,
ulla
,
ulla
,
ulla
,
"
cried
the
voice
,
coming
,
as
it
seemed
to
me
,
from
the
district
about
Regent
's
Park
.
The
desolating
cry
worked
upon
my
mind
.
The
mood
that
had
sustained
me
passed
.
The
wailing
took
possession
of
me
.
I
found
I
was
intensely
weary
,
footsore
,
and
now
again
hungry
and
thirsty
.
It
was
already
past
noon
.
Why
was
I
wandering
alone
in
this
city
of
the
dead
?
Why
was
I
alone
when
all
London
was
lying
in
state
,
and
in
its
black
shroud
?
I
felt
intolerably
lonely
.
My
mind
ran
on
old
friends
that
I
had
forgotten
for
years
.
I
thought
of
the
poisons
in
the
chemists
'
shops
,
of
the
liquors
the
wine
merchants
stored
;
I
recalled
the
two
sodden
creatures
of
despair
,
who
so
far
as
I
knew
,
shared
the
city
with
myself
...
.
I
came
into
Oxford
Street
by
the
Marble
Arch
,
and
here
again
were
black
powder
and
several
bodies
,
and
an
evil
,
ominous
smell
from
the
gratings
of
the
cellars
of
some
of
the
houses
.
I
grew
very
thirsty
after
the
heat
of
my
long
walk
.
