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That flicker in the sky tells of the gathering storm.  Yonder, I take it are the Martians, and Londonward, where those hills rise about Richmond and Kingston and the trees give cover, earthworks are being thrown up and guns are being placed.  Presently the Martians will be coming this way again.” And even as I spoke he sprang to his feet and stopped me by a gesture. “Listen!” he said. From beyond the low hills across the water came the dull resonance of distant guns and a remote weird crying.  Then everything was still. A cockchafer came droning over the hedge and past us.  High in the west the crescent moon hung faint and pale above the smoke of Weybridge and Shepperton and the hot, still splendour of the sunset. “We had better follow this path,” I said, “northward.” My younger brother was in London when the Martians fell at Woking. He was a medical student working for an imminent examination, and he heard nothing of the arrival until Saturday morning.  The morning papers on Saturday contained, in addition to lengthy special articles on the planet Mars, on life in the planets, and so forth, a brief and vaguely worded telegram, all the more striking for its brevity.

The Martians, alarmed by the approach of a crowd, had killed a number of people with a quick-firing gun, so the story ran.  The telegram concluded with the words: “Formidable as they seem to be, the Martians have not moved from the pit into which they have fallen, and, indeed, seem incapable of doing so.  Probably this is due to the relative strength of the earth’s gravitational energy.”  On that last text their leader-writer expanded very comfortingly.  My brother felt no anxiety about us, as he knew from the description in the papers that the cylinder was a good two miles from my house.  He made up his mind to run down that night to me, in order, as he says, to see the Things before they were killed.

He dispatched a telegram, which never reached me, about four o’clock, and spent the evening at a music hall. In London, also, on Saturday night there was a thunderstorm, and my brother reached Waterloo in a cab.  On the platform from which the midnight train usually starts he learned, after some waiting, that an accident prevented trains from reaching Woking that night.  The nature of the accident

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That flicker in the sky tells of the gathering storm. Yonder, I take it are the Martians, and Londonward, where those hills rise about Richmond and Kingston and the trees give cover, earthworks are being thrown up and guns are being placed

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