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Beyond
the
pit
stood
the
little
wedge
of
people
with
the
white
flag
at
its
apex
,
arrested
by
these
phenomena
,
a
little
knot
of
small
vertical
black
shapes
upon
the
black
ground
.
As
the
green
smoke
arose
,
their
faces
flashed
out
pallid
green
,
and
faded
again
as
it
vanished
.
Then
slowly
the
hissing
passed
into
a
humming
,
into
a
long
,
loud
,
droning
noise
.
Slowly
a
humped
shape
rose
out
of
the
pit
,
and
the
ghost
of
a
beam
of
light
seemed
to
flicker
out
from
it
.
Forthwith
flashes
of
actual
flame
,
a
bright
glare
leaping
from
one
to
another
,
sprang
from
the
scattered
group
of
men
.
It
was
as
if
some
invisible
jet
impinged
upon
them
and
flashed
into
white
flame
.
It
was
as
if
each
man
were
suddenly
and
momentarily
turned
to
fire
.
Then
,
by
the
light
of
their
own
destruction
,
I
saw
them
staggering
and
falling
,
and
their
supporters
turning
to
run
.
I
stood
staring
,
not
as
yet
realising
that
this
was
death
leaping
from
man
to
man
in
that
little
distant
crowd
.
All
I
felt
was
that
it
was
something
very
strange
.
An
almost
noise
-
less
and
blinding
flash
of
light
,
and
a
man
fell
headlong
and
lay
still
;
and
as
the
unseen
shaft
of
heat
passed
over
them
,
pine
trees
burst
into
fire
,
and
every
dry
furze
bush
became
with
one
dull
thud
a
mass
of
flames
.
And
far
away
towards
Knaphill
I
saw
the
flashes
of
trees
and
hedges
and
wooden
buildings
suddenly
set
alight
.
It
was
sweeping
round
swiftly
and
steadily
,
this
flaming
death
,
this
invisible
,
inevitable
sword
of
heat
.
I
perceived
it
coming
towards
me
by
the
flashing
bushes
it
touched
,
and
was
too
astounded
and
stupefied
to
stir
.
I
heard
the
crackle
of
fire
in
the
sand
pits
and
the
sudden
squeal
of
a
horse
that
was
as
suddenly
stilled
.
Then
it
was
as
if
an
invisible
yet
intensely
heated
finger
were
drawn
through
the
heather
between
me
and
the
Martians
,
and
all
along
a
curving
line
beyond
the
sand
pits
the
dark
ground
smoked
and
crackled
.
Something
fell
with
a
crash
far
away
to
the
left
where
the
road
from
Woking
station
opens
out
on
the
common
.
Forth
-
with
the
hissing
and
humming
ceased
,
and
the
black
,
dome
-
like
object
sank
slowly
out
of
sight
into
the
pit
.
All
this
had
happened
with
such
swiftness
that
I
had
stood
motionless
,
dumbfounded
and
dazzled
by
the
flashes
of
light
.
Had
that
death
swept
through
a
full
circle
,
it
must
inevitably
have
slain
me
in
my
surprise
.
But
it
passed
and
spared
me
,
and
left
the
night
about
me
suddenly
dark
and
un
-
familiar
.
The
undulating
common
seemed
now
dark
almost
to
blackness
,
except
where
its
roadways
lay
grey
and
pale
under
the
deep
blue
sky
of
the
early
night
.
It
was
dark
,
and
suddenly
void
of
men
.
Overhead
the
stars
were
mustering
,
and
in
the
west
the
sky
was
still
a
pale
,
bright
,
almost
greenish
blue
.
The
tops
of
the
pine
trees
and
the
roofs
of
Horsell
came
out
sharp
and
black
against
the
western
afterglow
.
The
Martians
and
their
appliances
were
altogether
invisible
,
save
for
that
thin
mast
upon
which
their
restless
mirror
wobbled
.
Patches
of
bush
and
isolated
trees
here
and
there
smoked
and
glowed
still
,
and
the
houses
towards
Woking
station
were
sending
up
spires
of
flame
into
the
stillness
of
the
evening
air
.
Nothing
was
changed
save
for
that
and
a
terrible
astonishment
.
The
little
group
of
black
specks
with
the
flag
of
white
had
been
swept
out
of
existence
,
and
the
stillness
of
the
evening
,
so
it
seemed
to
me
,
had
scarcely
been
broken
.
It
came
to
me
that
I
was
upon
this
dark
common
,
helpless
,
unprotected
,
and
alone
.
Suddenly
,
like
a
thing
falling
upon
me
from
without
,
came
--
fear
.
