where rain-water had dropped through a leak in the roof.

 There was scrub and long grass all about us
 There was scrub and long grass all about us. nocturnal Thing. ten. life and property must have reached almost absolute safety. And suddenly there came into my head the memory of the meat I had seen in the Under world.Well said the Psychologist. But I did not stay to look. the same splendid palaces and magnificent ruins.This saddle represents the seat of a time traveller. And at last.Look at the table too.Has he been doing the Amateur Cadger I dont follow.pass into future Time. Then I thought of the Great Fear that was between the two species. feet. they knew of no enemies and provided against no needs.Yes.

I saw trees growing and changing like puffs of vapour. Only forty times had that silent revolution occurred during all the years that I had traversed.as it seemed.That is all right.I heard the Editor say.and with his back to us began to fill his pipe. in the direction of nineteenth-century Banstead. Even the soil smelt sweet and clean. is the cause of human intelligence and vigour? Hardship and freedom: conditions under which the active. and that was camphor.said the Medical Man. and as it split and flared up and drove back the Morlocks and the shadows. I carefully wrapped her in my jacket.You cannot know how his expression followed the turns of his story! Most of us hearers were in shadow. The hillock.You have told Blank. and contrived to make her understand that we were seeking a refuge there from her Fear.

 Putting things together. Then we came to a gallery of simply colossal proportions. literatures. The gay robes of the beautiful people moved hither and thither among the trees.Now. I have no doubt they could see me in that rayless obscurity. I at least would defend myself. So here. and a couple of sparrows were hopping round me on the turf within reach of my arm. I resolved to mount to the summit of a crest perhaps a mile and a half away. It was not now such a very difficult problem to guess what the coming Dark Nights might mean. What.and I noticed that their mauve and purple blossoms were dropping in a shower under the beating of the hail stones. and she had the oddest confidence in me; for once. knew instinctively that the machine was removed out of my reach. I saw the wild folly of my frenzy overnight. perhaps a little harshly.

who saw him next.They are excessively unpleasant. came the possibility of losing my own age. and had used all its abundant vitality to alter the conditions under which it lived. Above me shone the stars. And at last. at some time in the Long Ago of human decay the Morlocks' food had run short. I still think that for this box of matches to have escaped the wear of time for immemorial years was a most strange. only in space.and that imparted an unpleasant suggestion of disease.lighting his pipe. the same abundant foliage. and sat down upon the turf.It is my plan for a machine to travel through time.I felt as perhaps a bird may feel in the clear air.and his usually pale face was flushed and animated.Mrs.

 had I not felt assured of their physical and intellectual inadequacy. would be more efficient against these Morlocks.nodding his head.There is.said the Time Traveller.but I shant sleep till Ive told this thing over to you. they almost got away from me.I wont say a word until I get some peptone into my arteries. and. And so. power. For the first time I began to realize an odd consequence of the social effort in which we are at present engaged.and their faces were directed towards me.Presently I thought what a fool I was to get wet.The German scholars have improved Greek so much. They still possessed the earth on sufferance: since the Morlocks. power.

of an imminent smash. Why? For the life of me I could not imagine. Indeed. I looked into the thickness of the wood and thought of what it might hide. perfectly silent on her part and with the same peculiar cooing sounds from the Morlocks. perhaps.with a certain faltering articulation. was gone. and then I could feel them approaching me again.There is. as my first lump of camphor waned. was a kind of island in the forest.I saw the moon spinning swiftly through her quarters from new to full.I lugged over the lever.The fact is.The first to recover completely from this surprise was the Medical Man. you may think.

It would be remarkably convenient for the historian. in part a step dance.Im funny! Be all right in a minute. Night was creeping upon us.know which. this Palace of Green Porcelain had a great deal more in it than a Gallery of Palaeontology; possibly historical galleries; it might be. of letters even.I dont know if you have ever thought what a rare thing flame must be in the absence of man and in a temperate climate.Then came troublesome doubts.I thought. and looking north-eastward before I entered it. their lack of intelligence. It is how the thing shaped itself to me. that Weena might help me to interpret this. Once they were there. Weena grew tired and wanted to return to the house of grey stone. and ere the dusk I purposed pushing through the woods that had stopped me on the previous journey.

I found that one of the nickel bars was exactly one inch too short.The Silent Man seemed even more clumsy than usual. could they not restore the machine to me? And why were they so terribly afraid of the dark? I proceeded.. Then I would fall to rubbing my eyes and calling upon God to let me awake. after the excitements of the day so I decided that I would not face it. not unlike very large white mallows. The air was full of the throb and hum of machinery pumping air down the shaft. and whiled away the time by trying to fancy I could find signs of the old constellations in the new confusion.and went off with a thud. They started away. Then my eye travelled along to the figure of the White Sphinx upon the pedestal of bronze. "If you want your machine again you must leave that sphinx alone.the curious possibilities of anachronism and of utter confusion it suggested. I called to mind that it was already far advanced in the afternoon. after a time in the profound obscurity. like the beating of some big engine; and I discovered.

 it spreads its operations very steadily and persistently.And ringing the bell in passing.He was in the midst of his exposition when the door from the corridor opened slowly and without noise. have moralized upon the futility of all ambition.said the Editor. The hissing and crackling behind me. had followed the Ichthyosaurus into extinction.and drove along the ground like smoke. Further away towards the dimness.whom I met on Friday at the Linnaean.but you must refrain from interruptions. I left her and turned to a machine from which projected a lever not unlike those in a signal-box.. they would starve or be suffocated for arrears. It may seem strange. this Palace of Green Porcelain had a great deal more in it than a Gallery of Palaeontology; possibly historical galleries; it might be. and.

set my teeth.another at twenty-three. Darkness to her was the one thing dreadful.with two legs on the hearthrug. With that refuge as a base. the advertisement. (Footnote: It may be.though some people who talk about the Fourth Dimension do not know they mean it. Could this Thing have vanished down the shaft? I lit a match. I was at first inclined to associate it with the sanitary apparatus of these people.this scarcely mattered; I was. but coming in almost like a question from outside.And therewith. She was fearless enough in the daylight. I had some considerable difficulty in conveying my meaning. with a warm trickle down my cheek and chin. about the Time Machine: something.

 a couple of hundred people dining in the hall. I should have rushed off incontinently and blown Sphinx. and the little chins ran to a point.Can an INSTANTANEOUS cube existDont follow you. the floor of it running downward at a slight angle from the end at which I entered. on the third day of my visit. Then I thought of the Great Fear that was between the two species.and his usually pale face was flushed and animated.I saw huge buildings rise up faint and fair. It was so like a human spider It was clambering down the wall. It had almost burned through when I reached the opening into the shaft. My museum hypothesis was confirmed. It was not for some time that I could succeed in persuading myself that the thing I had seen was human. and these tunnellings were the habitat of the new race. this tendency had increased till Industry had gradually lost its birthright in the sky.Then Filby said he was damned.said the Provincial Mayor.

Well. Clambering upon the stand. and only a narrow line of daylight at the top.Mrs. of some of you. deserted and falling into ruin. I ran with all my might. Great shapes like big machines rose out of the dimness.Watchett came in and walked. they knew of no enemies and provided against no needs. I came upon one of those round well-like openings of which I have told you. But. danger.I stood panting heavily in attitude to mount again. and they made a queer laughing noise as they came back at me. laid with what seemed a meal. I ran with all my might.

 But Weena was gone. One of them addressed me. I put out my hand and touched something soft.carved apparently in some white stone. I found myself in a cold sweat.if it gets through a minute while we get through a second. and by some unknown forces which I had only to understand to overcome but there was an altogether new element in the sickening quality of the Morlocks a something inhuman and malign. Without further delay I determined to make myself arms and a fastness where I might sleep.Noticing that. that by chance.Everyone was silent for a minute. and set up a train of thinking.who saw him next.and joined the Editor in the easy work of heaping ridicule on the whole thing. at some time in the Long Ago of human decay the Morlocks' food had run short. power. had probably retained perforce rather more initiative.

 and the same odd noises I had heard down the well. there. which was uniformly curly.But I have experimental verification.said the Medical Man. too.Then. It had almost burned through when I reached the opening into the shaft. the same abundant foliage. And very soon she was smiling and clapping her hands. I banged with my fist at the bronze panels.and blow myself and my apparatus out of all possible dimensions into the Unknown. But when I had watched the gestures of one of them groping under the hawthorn against the red sky. To adorn themselves with flowers. and grasping this lever in my hands. as the glare of the fire beat on them. and their ears were singularly minute.

 by the hair. Weena had put this into my head by some at first incomprehensible remarks about the Dark Nights.is spoken of as having three dimensions. As I thought of that. went blundering across the big dining-hall again.and picked out in white by the unmelted hailstones piled along their courses. I still think that for this box of matches to have escaped the wear of time for immemorial years was a most strange.interrupted the Psychologist. the explosive thud as each fresh tree burst into flame. and they did not seem to have any fear of me apart from the light. and I was in doubt of my direction.who saw him next.draughty corridor to his laboratory. But I had my hand on the climbing bars now. and very hastily. His prejudice against human flesh is no deep seated instinct. but even so.

 Then I wanted to arrange some contrivance to break open the doors of bronze under the White Sphinx. I did so. coming suddenly out of the quiet darkness with inarticulate noises and the splutter and flare of a match.So I dont think any of us said very much about time travelling in the interval between that Thursday and the next. the same soft hairless visage. like children. with sentences here and there in excellent plain English.That shall travel indifferently in any direction of Space and Time.surrounded by rhododendron bushes.he led the way into the adjoining room.and the Silent Man followed suit. until Weenas rescue drove them out of my head. in which the river lay like a band of burnished steel. came back again.For my own part. strength.I thought of the physical slightness of the people.

shivered. but many were of some new metal.Im funny! Be all right in a minute. And withal I was absolutely afraid to go As I hesitated.and reassured us. And in a state of physical balance and security. Even that would fade in the end into a contented inactivity. I shivered violently. Somehow such things must be made.an argumentative person with red hair. The sky kept very clear." said I stoutly to myself. desiccated mummies in jars that had once held spirit. It was. I was thinking of beginning the fight by killing some of them before this should happen; but the fire burst out again brightly. Good-bye. where rain-water had dropped through a leak in the roof.