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`Far away up the desolate slope I heard a harsh scream, and saw a thing like
a huge white butterfly go slanting and flittering up into the sky and,
circling, disappear over some low hillocks beyond. The sound of its voice was
so dismal that I shivered and seated myself more firmly upon the machine.
Looking round me again, I saw that, quite near, what I had taken to be a
reddish mass of rock was moving slowly towards me. Then I saw the thing was
really a monstrous crab-like creature. Can you imagine a crab as large as
yonder table, with its many legs moving slowly and uncertainly, its big claws
swaying, its long antennae, like carters' whips, waving and feeling, and its
stalked eyes gleaming at you on either side of its metallic front? Its back was
corrugated and ornamented with ungainly bosses, and a greenish incrustation blotched it here and there. I could see the many palps of its complicated mouth flickering and feeling as it
moved.
`As I stared at this sinister apparition crawling towards me, I felt a
tickling on my cheek as though a fly had lighted there. I tried to brush it
away with my hand, but in a moment it returned, and almost immediately came
another by my ear. I struck at this, and caught something threadlike. It was
drawn swiftly out of my hand. With a frightful qualm, I turned, and I saw that
I had grasped the antenna of another monster crab that stood just behind me.
Its evil eyes were wriggling on their stalks, its mouth was all alive with
appetite, and its vast ungainly claws, smeared with an algal slime, were
descending upon me. In a moment my hand was on the lever, and I had placed a
month between myself and these monsters. But I was still on the same beach, and
I saw them distinctly now as soon as I stopped. Dozens of them seemed to be
crawling here and there, in the sombre light, among
the foliated sheets of intense green.
`I cannot convey the sense of abominable desolation that hung over the
world. The red eastern sky, the northward blackness, the salt Dead Sea, the
stony beach crawling with these foul, slow-stirring monsters, the uniform
poisonous-looking green of the lichenous plants, the
thin air that hurts one's lungs: all contributed to an appalling effect. I
moved on a hundred years, and there was the same red sun--a little larger, a
little duller--the same dying sea, the same chill air, and the same crowd of
earthy crustacea creeping in and out among the green
weed and the red rocks. And in the westward sky, I saw a curved pale line like
a vast new moon.
`So I travelled, stopping ever and again, in great
strides of a thousand years or more, drawn on by the mystery of the earth's
fate, watching with a strange fascination the sun grow larger and duller in the
westward sky, and the life of the old earth ebb away. At last, more than thirty
million years hence, the huge red-hot dome of the sun had come to obscure
nearly a tenth part of the darkling heavens. Then I stopped once more, for the
crawling multitude of crabs had disappeared, and the red beach, save for its
livid green liverworts and lichens, seemed lifeless. And now it was flecked
with white. A bitter cold assailed me. Rare white flakes ever and again came
eddying down. To the north-eastward, the glare of snow lay under the starlight
of the sable sky and I could see an undulating crest of hillocks pinkish white.
There were fringes of ice along the sea margin, with drifting masses further
out; but the main expanse of that salt ocean, all bloody under the eternal
sunset, was still unfrozen.
`I looked about me to see if any traces of animal life remained. A certain
indefinable apprehension still kept me in the saddle of the machine. But I saw
nothing moving, in earth or sky or sea. The green slime on the rocks alone
testified that life was not extinct. A shallow sandbank had appeared in the sea
and the water had receded from the beach. I fancied I saw some black object
flopping about upon this bank, but it became motionless as I looked at it, and
I judged that my eye had been deceived, and that the black object was merely a
rock. The stars in the sky were intensely bright and seemed to me to twinkle
very little.
`Suddenly I noticed that the circular westward outline of the sun had
changed; that a concavity, a bay, had appeared in the curve. I saw this grow
larger. For a minute perhaps I stared aghast at this blackness that was
creeping over the day, and then I realized that an eclipse was beginning.
Either the moon or the planet Mercury was passing across the sun's disk.
Naturally, at first I took it to be the moon, but there is much to incline me
to believe that what I really saw was the transit of an inner planet passing
very near to the earth.
`The darkness grew apace; a cold wind began to blow in freshening gusts from
the east, and the showering white flakes in the air increased in number. From
the edge of the sea came a ripple and whisper. Beyond these lifeless sounds the
world was silent. Silent? It would be hard to convey
the stillness of it. All the sounds of man, the bleating of
sheep, the cries of birds, the hum of insects, the stir that makes the
background of our lives--all that was over. As the darkness thickened,
the eddying flakes grew more abundant, dancing before my eyes; and the cold of
the air more intense. At last, one by one, swiftly, one after the other, the
white peaks of the distant hills vanished into blackness. The breeze rose to a
moaning wind. I saw the black central shadow of the eclipse sweeping towards
me. In another moment the pale stars alone were visible. All else was rayless obscurity. The sky was absolutely black.
`A horror of this great darkness came on me. The cold,
that smote to my marrow, and the pain I felt in breathing, overcame me.
I shivered, and a deadly nausea seized me. Then like a red-hot bow in the sky
appeared the edge of the sun. I got off the machine to recover myself. I felt
giddy and incapable of facing the return journey. As I stood sick and confused
I saw again the moving thing upon the shoal--there was no mistake now that it
was a moving thing--against the red water of the sea. It was a round thing, the
size of a football perhaps, or, it may be, bigger, and tentacles trailed down
from it; it seemed black against the weltering blood-red water, and it was
hopping fitfully about. Then I felt I was fainting. But a terrible dread of
lying helpless in that remote and awful twilight sustained me while I clambered
upon the saddle.
XII
`So I came back. For a long time I must have been insensible upon the
machine. The blinking succession of the days and nights was resumed, the sun
got golden again, the sky blue. I breathed with greater freedom. The
fluctuating contours of the land ebbed and flowed. The hands spun backward upon
the dials. At last I saw again the dim shadows of houses, the evidences of
decadent humanity. These, too, changed and passed, and others came. Presently,
when the million dial was at zero, I slackened speed. I began to recognize our
own petty and familiar architecture, the thousands hand ran back to the
starting-point, the night and day flapped slower and slower. Then the old walls
of the laboratory came round me. Very gently, now, I slowed the mechanism down.
`I saw one little thing that seemed odd to me. I think I have told you that
when I set out, before my velocity became very high, Mrs. Watchett
had walked across the room, travelling, as it seemed
to me, like a rocket. As I returned, I passed again across that minute when she
traversed the laboratory. But now her every motion appeared to be the exact
inversion of her previous ones. The door at the lower end opened, and she
glided quietly up the laboratory, back foremost, and disappeared behind the
door by which she had previously entered. Just before that I seemed to see Hillyer for a moment; but he passed like a flash.
`Then I stopped the machine, and saw about me again the old familiar
laboratory, my tools, my appliances just as I had left
them. I got off the thing very shaky, and sat down upon my bench. For several
minutes I trembled violently. Then I became calmer. Around me was my old
workshop again, exactly as it had been. I might have slept there, and the whole
thing have been a dream.
`And yet, not exactly! The thing had started from
the south-east corner of the laboratory. It had come to rest again in the north-west,
against the wall where you saw it. That gives you the exact distance from my
little lawn to the pedestal of the White Sphinx, into which the Morlocks had carried my machine.
`For a time my brain went stagnant. Presently I got up and came through the
passage here, limping, because my heel was still painful, and feeling sorely
begrimed. I saw the PALL MALL GAZETTE on the table by the door. I found the
date was indeed to-day, and looking at the timepiece, saw the hour was almost eight o'clock. I heard your voices and the
clatter of plates. I hesitated--I felt so sick and weak. Then I sniffed good
wholesome meat, and opened the door on you. You know the rest. I washed, and
dined, and now I am telling you the story.
`I know,' he said, after a pause, `that all this will be absolutely
incredible to you. To me the one incredible thing is that I am here to-night in
this old familiar room looking into your friendly faces and telling you these
strange adventures.'
He looked at the Medical Man. `No. I cannot expect you to believe it. Take
it as a lie--or a prophecy. Say I dreamed it in the workshop. Consider I have
been speculating upon the destinies of our race until I have hatched this
fiction. Treat my assertion of its truth as a mere stroke of art to enhance its
interest. And taking it as a story, what do you think of it?'
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