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1The fear I felt was no rational fear, but a panic terror not only of the Martians, but of the dusk and stillness all
2about me. Such an extraordinary effect in unmanning me it had that I ran weeping silently as a child might do. Once I
3had turned, I did not dare to look back. I remember I felt an extraordinary persuasion that I was being played with,
4that presently, when I was upon the very verge of safety, this mysterious death--as swift as the passage of light--would
5leap after me from the pit about the cylinder, and strike me down. VI. THE HEAT-RAY IN THE CHOBHAM ROAD. It is still a
6matter of wonder how the Martians are able to slay men so swiftly and so silently. Many think that in some way they are
7able to generate an intense heat in a chamber of practically absolute non-conductivity. This intense heat they project
8in a parallel beam against any object they choose, by means of a polished parabolic mirror of unknown composition, much
9as the parabolic mirror of a lighthouse projects a beam of light. But no one has absolutely proved these details.
10However it is done, it is certain that a beam of heat is the essence of the matter. Heat, and invisible, instead of
11visible, light. Whatever is combustible flashes into flame at its touch, lead runs like water, it softens iron, cracks
12and melts glass, and when it falls upon water, incontinently that explodes into steam. That night nearly forty people
13lay under the starlight about the pit, charred and distorted beyond recognition, and all night long the common from
14Horsell to Maybury was deserted and brightly ablaze. The news of the massacre probably reached Chobham, Woking, and
15Ottershaw about the same time. In Woking the shops had closed when the tragedy happened, and a number of people, shop
16people and so forth, attracted by the stories they had heard, were walking over the Horsell Bridge and along the road
17between the hedges that runs out at last upon the common. You may imagine the young people brushed up after the labours
18of the day, and making this novelty, as they would make any novelty, the excuse for walking together and enjoying a
19trivial flirtation. You may figure to yourself the hum of voices along the road in the gloaming. . . . As yet, of
20course, few people in Woking even knew that the cylinder had opened, though poor Henderson had sent a messenger on a
21bicycle to the post office with a special wire to an evening paper. As these folks came out by twos and threes upon the
22open, they found little knots of people talking excitedly and peering at the spinning mirror over the sand-pits, and the
23newcomers were, no doubt, soon infected by the excitement of the occasion. By half past eight, when the Deputation was
24destroyed, there may have been a crowd of three hundred people or more at this place, besides those who had left the
25road to approach the Martians nearer. There were three policemen too, one of whom was mounted, doing their best, under
26instructions from Stent, to keep the people back and deter them from approaching the cylinder. There was some booing
27from those more thoughtless and excitable souls to whom a crowd is always an occasion for noise and horse-play. Stent
28and Ogilvy, anticipating some possibilities of a collision, had telegraphed from Horsell to the barracks as soon as the
29Martians emerged, for the help of a company of soldiers to protect these strange creatures from violence. After that
30they returned to lead that ill-fated advance. The description of their death, as it was seen by the crowd, tallies very
31closely with my own impressions: the three puffs of green smoke, the deep humming note, and the flashes of flame. But
32that crowd of people had a far narrower escape than mine. Only the fact that a hummock of heathery sand intercepted the
33lower part of the Heat-Ray saved them. Had the elevation of the parabolic mirror been a few yards higher, none could
34have lived to tell the tale. They saw the flashes and the men falling and an invisible hand, as it were, lit the bushes
35as it hurried towards them through the twilight. Then, with a whistling note that rose above the droning of the pit, the
36beam swung close over their heads, lighting the tops of the beech trees that line the road, and splitting the bricks,
37smashing the windows, firing the window frames, and bringing down in crumbling ruin a portion of the gable of the house
38nearest the corner. In the sudden thud, hiss, and glare of the igniting trees, the panic-stricken crowd seems to have
39swayed hesitatingly for some moments. Sparks and burning twigs began to fall into the road, and single leaves like puffs
40of flame. Hats and dresses caught fire. Then came a crying from the common. There were shrieks and shouts, and suddenly
41a mounted policeman came galloping through the confusion with his hands clasped over his head, screaming. "They're
42coming!" a woman shrieked, and incontinently everyone was turning and pushing at those behind, in order to clear their
43way to Woking again. They must have bolted as blindly as a flock of sheep. Where the road grows narrow and black between
44the high banks the crowd jammed, and a desperate struggle occurred. All that crowd did not escape; three persons at
45least, two women and a little boy, were crushed and trampled there, and left to die amid the terror and the darkness.
46VII. HOW I REACHED HOME. For my own part, I remember nothing of my flight except the stress of blundering against trees
47and stumbling through the heather. All about me gathered the invisible terrors of the Martians; that pitiless sword of
48heat seemed whirling to and fro, flourishing overhead before it descended and smote me out of life. I came into the road
49between the crossroads and Horsell, and ran along this to the crossroads. At last I could go no further; I was exhausted
50with the violence of my emotion and of my flight, and I staggered and fell by the wayside. That was near the bridge that
51crosses the canal by the gasworks. I fell and lay still. I must have remained there some time. I sat up, strangely
52perplexed. For a moment, perhaps, I could not clearly understand how I came there. My terror had fallen from me like a
53garment. My hat had gone, and my collar had burst away from its fastener. A few minutes before, there had only been
54three real things before me--the immensity of the night and space and nature, my own feebleness and anguish, and the
55near approach of death. Now it was as if something turned over, and the point of view altered abruptly. There was no
56sensible transition from one state of mind to the other. I was immediately the self of every day again--a decent,
57ordinary citizen. The silent common, the impulse of my flight, the starting flames, were as if they had been in a dream.
58I asked myself had these latter things indeed happened? I could not credit it. I rose and walked unsteadily up the steep
59incline of the bridge. My mind was blank wonder. My muscles and nerves seemed drained of their strength. I dare say I
60staggered drunkenly. A head rose over the arch, and the figure of a workman carrying a basket appeared. Beside him ran a
61little boy. He passed me, wishing me good night. I was minded to speak to him, but did not. I answered his greeting with
62a meaningless mumble and went on over the bridge. Over the Maybury arch a train, a billowing tumult of white, firelit
63smoke, and a long caterpillar of lighted windows, went flying south--clatter, clatter, clap, rap, and it had gone. A dim
64group of people talked in the gate of one of the houses in the pretty little row of gables that was called Oriental
65Terrace. It was all so real and so familiar. And that behind me! It was frantic, fantastic! Such things, I told myself,
66could not be. Perhaps I am a man of exceptional moods. I do not know how far my experience is common. At times I suffer
67from the strangest sense of detachment from myself and the world about me; I seem to watch it all from the outside, from
68somewhere inconceivably remote, out of time, out of space, out of the stress and tragedy of it all. This feeling was
69very strong upon me that night. Here was another side to my dream. But the trouble was the blank incongruity of this
70serenity and the swift death flying yonder, not two miles away. There was a noise of business from the gasworks, and the
71electric lamps were all alight. I stopped at the group of people.
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