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as it had done for countless years--as though no planet Mars existed

in the sky. Even at Woking station and Horsell and Chobham that was

the case.

In Woking junction, until a late hour, trains were stopping and

going on, others were shunting on the sidings, passengers were

alighting and waiting, and everything was proceeding in the most

ordinary way. A boy from the town, trenching on Smith's monopoly, was

selling papers with the afternoon's news. The ringing impact of

trucks, the sharp whistle of the engines from the junction, mingled

with their shouts of "Men from Mars!" Excited men came into the

station about nine o'clock with incredible tidings, and caused no more

disturbance than drunkards might have done. People rattling

Londonwards peered into the darkness outside the carriage windows, and

saw only a rare, flickering, vanishing spark dance up from the

direction of Horsell, a red glow and a thin veil of smoke driving

across the stars, and thought that nothing more serious than a heath

fire was happening. It was only round the edge of the common that any

disturbance was perceptible. There were half a dozen villas burning

on the Woking border. There were lights in all the houses on the

common side of the three villages, and the people there kept awake

till dawn.

A curious crowd lingered restlessly, people coming and going but

the crowd remaining, both on the Chobham and Horsell bridges. One or

two adventurous souls, it was afterwards found, went into the darkness

and crawled quite near the Martians; but they never returned, for now

and again a light-ray, like the beam of a warship's searchlight swept

the common, and the Heat-Ray was ready to follow. Save for such, that

big area of common was silent and desolate, and the charred bodies lay

about on it all night under the stars, and all the next day. A noise

of hammering from the pit was heard by many people.

So you have the state of things on Friday night. In the centre,

sticking into the skin of our old planet Earth like a poisoned dart,

was this cylinder. But the poison was scarcely working yet. Around

it was a patch of silent common, smouldering in places, and with a few

dark, dimly seen objects lying in contorted attitudes here and there.

Here and there was a burning bush or tree. Beyond was a fringe of

excitement, and farther than that fringe the inflammation had not

crept as yet. In the rest of the world the stream of life still

flowed as it had flowed for immemorial years. The fever of war that

would presently clog vein and artery, deaden nerve and destroy brain,

had still to develop.

All night long the Martians were hammering and stirring, sleepless,

indefatigable, at work upon the machines they were making ready, and

ever and again a puff of greenish-white smoke whirled up to the

starlit sky.

About eleven a company of soldiers came through Horsell, and

deployed along the edge of the common to form a cordon. Later a

second company marched through Chobham to deploy on the north side of

the common. Several officers from the Inkerman barracks had been on

the common earlier in the day, and one, Major Eden, was reported to be

missing. The colonel of the regiment came to the Chobham bridge and

was busy questioning the crowd at midnight. The military authorities

were certainly alive to the seriousness of the business. About

eleven, the next morning's papers were able to say, a squadron of

hussars, two Maxims, and about four hundred men of the Cardigan

regiment started from Aldershot.

A few seconds after midnight the crowd in the Chertsey road,

Woking, saw a star fall from heaven into the pine woods to the

northwest. It had a greenish colour, and caused a silent brightness

like summer lightning. This was the second cylinder.

CHAPTER NINE

THE FIGHTING BEGINS

Saturday lives in my memory as a day of suspense. It was a day of

lassitude too, hot and close, with, I am told, a rapidly fluctuating

barometer. I had slept but little, though my wife had succeeded in

sleeping, and I rose early. I went into my garden before breakfast

and stood listening, but towards the common there was nothing stirring

but a lark.

The milkman came as usual. I heard the rattle of his chariot and I

went round to the side gate to ask the latest news. He told me that

during the night the Martians had been surrounded by troops, and that

guns were expected. Then--a familiar, reassuring note--I heard a train

running towards Woking.

"They aren't to be killed," said the milkman, "if that can possibly

be avoided."

I saw my neighbour gardening, chatted with him for a time, and then

strolled in to breakfast. It was a most unexceptional morning. My

neighbour was of opinion that the troops would be able to capture or

to destroy the Martians during the day.

"It's a pity they make themselves so unapproachable," he said. "It

would be curious to know how they live on another planet; we might

learn a thing or two."

He came up to the fence and extended a handful of strawberries, for

his gardening was as generous as it was enthusiastic. At the same

time he told me of the burning of the pine woods about the Byfleet

Golf Links.

"They say," said he, "that there's another of those blessed things

fallen there--number two. But one's enough, surely. This lot'll cost

the insurance people a pretty penny before everything's settled." He

laughed with an air of the greatest good humour as he said this. The

woods, he said, were still burning, and pointed out a haze of smoke to

me. "They will be hot under foot for days, on account of the thick

soil of pine needles and turf," he said, and then grew serious over

"poor Ogilvy."

After breakfast, instead of working, I decided to walk down

towards the common. Under the railway bridge I found a group of

soldiers--sappers, I think, men in small round caps, dirty red jackets

unbuttoned, and showing their blue shirts, dark trousers, and boots

coming to the calf. They told me no one was allowed over the canal,

and, looking along the road towards the bridge, I saw one of the

Cardigan men standing sentinel there. I talked with these soldiers

for a time; I told them of my sight of the Martians on the previous

evening. None of them had seen the Martians, and they had but the

vaguest ideas of them, so that they plied me with questions. They

said that they did not know who had authorised the movements of the

troops; their idea was that a dispute had arisen at the Horse Guards.

The ordinary sapper is a great deal better educated than the common

soldier, and they discussed the peculiar conditions of the possible

fight with some acuteness. I described the Heat-Ray to them, and they

began to argue among themselves.

"Crawl up under cover and rush 'em, say I," said one.

"Get aht!" said another. "What's cover against this 'ere 'eat?

Sticks to cook yer! What we got to do is to go as near as the

ground'll let us, and then drive a trench."

"Blow yer trenches! You always want trenches; you ought to ha'

been born a rabbit Snippy."

"Ain't they got any necks, then?" said a third, abruptly--a little,

contemplative, dark man, smoking a pipe.

I repeated my description.

"Octopuses," said he, "that's what I calls 'em. Talk about fishers

of men--fighters of fish it is this time!"

"It ain't no murder killing beasts like that," said the first

speaker.

"Why not shell the darned things strite off and finish 'em?" said

the little dark man. "You carn tell what they might do."

"Where's your shells?" said the first speaker. "There ain't no

time. Do it in a rush, that's my tip, and do it at once."

So they discussed it. After a while I left them, and went on to

the railway station to get as many morning papers as I could.

But I will not weary the reader with a description of that long

morning and of the longer afternoon. I did not succeed in getting a

glimpse of the common, for even Horsell and Chobham church towers were

in the hands of the military authorities. The soldiers I addressed

didn't know anything; the officers were mysterious as well as busy. I

found people in the town quite secure again in the presence of the

military, and I heard for the first time from Marshall, the

tobacconist, that his son was among the dead on the common. The

soldiers had made the people on the outskirts of Horsell lock up and

leave their houses.

I got back to lunch about two, very tired for, as I have said, the

day was extremely hot and dull; and in order to refresh myself I took

a cold bath in the afternoon. About half past four I went up to the

railway station to get an evening paper, for the morning papers had

contained only a very inaccurate description of the killing of Stent,

Henderson, Ogilvy, and the others. But there was little I didn't

know. The Martians did not show an inch of themselves. They seemed

busy in their pit, and there was a sound of hammering and an almost

continuous streamer of smoke. Apparently they were busy getting ready

for a struggle. "Fresh attempts have been made to signal, but without

success," was the stereotyped formula of the papers. A sapper told me

it was done by a man in a ditch with a flag on a long pole. The

Martians took as much notice of such advances as we should of the

lowing of a cow.

I must confess the sight of all this armament, all this

preparation, greatly excited me. My imagination became belligerent,

and defeated the invaders in a dozen striking ways; something of my

schoolboy dreams of battle and heroism came back. It hardly seemed a

fair fight to me at that time. They seemed very helpless in that pit

of theirs.

About three o'clock there began the thud of a gun at measured

intervals from Chertsey or Addlestone. I learned that the smouldering

pine wood into which the second cylinder had fallen was being shelled,

in the hope of destroying that object before it opened. It was only

about five, however, that a field gun reached Chobham for use against

the first body of Martians.

About six in the evening, as I sat at tea with my wife in the

summerhouse talking vigorously about the battle that was lowering upon

us, I heard a muffled detonation from the common, and immediately

after a gust of firing. Close on the heels of that came a violent

rattling crash, quite close to us, that shook the ground; and,

starting out upon the lawn, I saw the tops of the trees about the

Oriental College burst into smoky red flame, and the tower of the

little church beside it slide down into ruin. The pinnacle of the

mosque had vanished, and the roof line of the college itself looked as

if a hundred-ton gun had been at work upon it. One of our chimneys

cracked as if a shot had hit it, flew, and a piece of it came

clattering down the tiles and made a heap of broken red fragments upon

the flower bed by my study window.

I and my wife stood amazed. Then I realised that the crest of

Maybury Hill must be within range of the Martians' Heat-Ray now that

the college was cleared out of the way.

At that I gripped my wife's arm, and without ceremony ran her out

into the road. Then I fetched out the servant, telling her I would go

upstairs myself for the box she was clamouring for.

"We can't possibly stay here," I said; and as I spoke the firing

reopened for a moment upon the common.

"But where are we to go?" said my wife in terror.

I thought perplexed. Then I remembered her cousins at Leatherhead.

"Leatherhead!" I shouted above the sudden noise.

She looked away from me downhill. The people were coming out of

their houses, astonished.

"How are we to get to Leatherhead?" she said.

Down the hill I saw a bevy of hussars ride under the railway

bridge; three galloped through the open gates of the Oriental College;

two others dismounted, and began running from house to house. The

sun, shining through the smoke that drove up from the tops of the

trees, seemed blood red, and threw an unfamiliar lurid light upon

everything.

"Stop here," said I; "you are safe here"; and I started off at once

for the Spotted Dog, for I knew the landlord had a horse and dog cart.

I ran, for I perceived that in a moment everyone upon this side of the

hill would be moving. I found him in his bar, quite unaware of what

was going on behind his house. A man stood with his back to me,

talking to him.

"I must have a pound," said the landlord, "and I've no one to drive

it."

"I'll give you two," said I, over the stranger's shoulder.

"What for?"

"And I'll bring it back by midnight," I said.

"Lord!" said the landlord; "what's the hurry? I'm selling my bit

of a pig. Two pounds, and you bring it back? What's going on now?"

I explained hastily that I had to leave my home, and so secured the

dog cart. At the time it did not seem to me nearly so urgent that the

landlord should leave his. I took care to have the cart there and

then, drove it off down the road, and, leaving it in charge of my wife

and servant, rushed into my house and packed a few valuables, such

plate as we had, and so forth. The beech trees below the house were

burning while I did this, and the palings up the road glowed red.

While I was occupied in this way, one of the dismounted hussars came

running up. He was going from house to house, warning people to

leave. He was going on as I came out of my front door, lugging my

treasures, done up in a tablecloth. I shouted after him:

"What news?"

He turned, stared, bawled something about "crawling out in a thing

like a dish cover," and ran on to the gate of the house at the crest.