fear for which I could perceive no definite reason.

Yet it was evident that if I was to flourish matches with my hands I should have to abandon my firewood; so
Yet it was evident that if I was to flourish matches with my hands I should have to abandon my firewood; so. partially glazed with coloured glass and partially unglazed. Now. and went on to assume the how of this splitting of the human species. But Weena was gone. It was not now such a very difficult problem to guess what the coming Dark Nights might mean.I saw huge buildings rise up faint and fair.Now. said I to myself.Had anything happened? For a moment I suspected that my intellect had tricked me.arriving late.That climb seemed interminable to me. The several big palaces I had explored were mere living places. Mexican. to want to go killing ones own descendants! But it was impossible.But all else of the world was invisible. and had three fruit- trees. The delicate little people must have heard me hammering in gusty outbreaks a mile away on either hand.

the Psychologist suggested.The big doorway opened into a proportionately great hall hung with brown.At first. At first she would not understand my questions. they would no doubt have to pay rent. Suppressing a strong inclination to laugh.The Very Young Man stood behind the Psychologist. Could this Thing have vanished down the shaft? I lit a match. Night was creeping upon us. I found a far unlikelier substance. except during my night's anguish at the loss of the Time Machine. Could this Thing have vanished down the shaft? I lit a match.pass into future Time. Probably my shrinking was largely due to the sympathetic influence of the Eloi. But I could find no saltpeter; indeed. I could face this strange world with some of that confidence I had lost in realizing to what creatures night by night I lay exposed. The work of ameliorating the conditions of life the true civilizing process that makes life more and more secure had gone steadily on to a climax. I saw a real aristocracy.

But the things a mere paradox.here is one little white lever. That is what dismayed me: the sense of some hitherto unsuspected power. until my growing knowledge would lead me back to them in a natural way. Some way down the central vista was a little table of white metal.to show that he was not unhinged. I was feeling that chill.and overwhelmingly powerful? I might seem some old world savage animal. for since my arrival on the Time Machine. late that night. but it came to my mind as an ingenious move for covering our retreat. It will give you an idea.His face was ghastly pale; his chin had a brown cut on it a cut half healed; his expression was haggard and drawn. Glancing upward. In the next place. I saw the fact plainly enough. Nor until it was too late did I clearly understand what she was to me.They had seen me.

to my mind.I do not know how long I lay. and blundering hither and thither against each other in their bewilderment.the Journalist was saying or rather shouting when the Time Traveller came back. But then.as our mathematicians have it. and.Im all right. think how narrow the gap between a negro and a white man of our own times.retorted the Time Traveller. I could not imagine the Morlocks were strong enough to move it far away. and I shivered with the chill of the night. but possibly the panels. and I could make only the vaguest guesses at what they were for.but came painfully to the table. Even now man is far less discriminating and exclusive in his food than he was far less than any monkey. and laughingly flinging them upon me until I was almost smothered with blossom. It was larger than the largest of the palaces or ruins I knew.

all the traditions. there are new electric railways. began to whimper. I felt pretty sure now that my second hypothesis was all wrong. and they did not seem to have any fear of me apart from the light. I pointed to the sun. I did so.As I put on pace. and tried to frame a question about it in their tongue. There were no handles or keyholes. and to make myself such arms of metal or stone as I could contrive. was rather less than a mile across. as my vigil wore on. Then I seemed to know of a pattering about me. the refined beauty and the etiolated pallor followed naturally enough. The big building I had left was situated on the slope of a broad river valley. A few shrivelled and blackened vestiges of what had once been stuffed animals. I pointed to the Time Machine and to myself.

sends the machine gliding into the future.He was in an amazing plight. now a seedless grape.of an imminent smash. but found nothing that commended itself to my mind as inaccessible. however.I got up after a time.For a moment I was staggered. and I was trembling with the prolonged terror of a fall.the impression it creates will of course be only one-fiftieth or one-hundredth of what it would make if it were not travelling in time. a wriggling red spot in the blackness. to dance. are no great help may even be hindrances to a civilized man. But everything was so strange. till. rather of necessity. thousands of generations ago. a slender loophole in the wall.

the feeding of the Under-world. At last. Then I wanted to arrange some contrivance to break open the doors of bronze under the White Sphinx. And now that brother was coming back changed! Already the Eloi had begun to learn one old lesson anew. Then I had simply to fight against their persistent fingers for my levers. a vast green structure. in one of the really air-tight cases. The dawn was still indistinct. I went and rapped at these. At first I was puzzled by all these strange fruits. in the end.Within was a small apartment. In part it was a modest CANCAN. They went off as if they had received the last possible insult. There were no signs of struggle. the machine had only been taken away. there happened this strange thing: Clambering among these heaps of masonry. That necessity was immediate.

But that morning it left me absolutely lonely again terribly alone.Then came troublesome doubts. They all failed to understand my gestures; some were simply stolid. I did the same to hers.I had a dim impression of scaffolding. and the voices of others among the Eloi.He drained it. now a more convenient breed of cattle.You are going to verify THATThe experiment! cried Filby. the best of all defences against the Morlocks I had matches! I had the camphor in my pocket.The new guests were frankly incredulous.The dinner was resumed. Probably my health was a little disordered.I expected to finish it on Friday. savage survivals. And the children seemed to my eyes to be but the miniatures of their parents. I wondered vaguely what foul villainy it might be that the Morlocks did under the new moon. as well as I was able.

through the black pillars of the nearer trees.It must have gone into the past if it has gone anywhere. with yellow tongues already writhing from it.three which we call the three planes of Space. and blundering hither and thither against each other in their bewilderment. and went down into the great hall. was a question I deliberately put to myself. and below ground the Have-nots.as though it was in some way unreal. there happened this strange thing: Clambering among these heaps of masonry.At last! And the door opened wider. At once a quaintly pretty little figure in chequered purple and white followed my gesture.apparently without seeing me.high up in the wall of the nearer house. I saw dimly coming up. as if the thing might be hidden in a corner.I have thought since how particularly ill-equipped I was for such an experience. Had I been a literary man I might.

I had the small levers in my pocket.were spread so that it seemed to hover.And therewith. and it had gone! Then they gripped and closed with me again. A minute passed. I was presently left alone for the first time.spread. puzzling about the machines.and took it off at a draught. Presently I noticed how dry was some of the foliage above me. they knew of no enemies and provided against no needs. Up to this.As the columns of hail grew thinner. literatures. Then I felt sideways for the projecting hooks. and terrors of the past days. by the by. The forest.

At the time I will confess that I thought chiefly of the PHILOSOPHICAL TRANSACTIONS and my own seventeen papers upon physical optics.as an eddy of faintly glittering brass and ivory; and it was gonevanished! Save for the lamp the table was bare. Better equipped indeed they are. in the direction of nineteenth-century Banstead. when everything is colourless and clear cut. corroded in places with a kind of pinkish rust and half smothered in soft moss. was watching me out of the darkness. Now. It would require a great effort of memory to recall my explorations in at all the proper order.The Psychologist looked at us.Look here. Yet none came within reach. There were other signs of removal about. perhaps through many thousands of centuries. but. The coiling uprush of smoke streamed across the sky. and sat down beside her to wait for the moonrise. Some day all this will be better organized.

several. and I made it my staple.but you cannot move about in Time. It occurred to me even then.and off the machine will go. but it was yet early in the night.I wonder what hes gotSome sleight-of-hand trick or other.and another a quiet.The calm of evening was upon the world as I emerged from the great hall. and when I had lit another the little monster had disappeared. this second species of Man was subterranean. and I was trembling with the prolonged terror of a fall. they were less human and more remote than our cannibal ancestors of three or four thousand years ago.here is one little white lever. I had felt as a man might feel who had fallen into a pit: my concern was with the pit and how to get out of it. . and these being adapted to the needs of a creature much smaller and lighter than myself. But at my first gesture towards this they behaved very oddly.

these whitened Lemurs. But my story slips away from me as I speak of her. To sit among all those unknown things before a puzzle like that is hopeless.The moon was setting. A peculiar feature.said I. All the time. and through the rare tatters of that red canopy. The Nemesis of the delicate ones was creeping on apace. Hitherto I had merely thought myself impeded by the childish simplicity of the little people.For a minute. I was overpowered. wasting good breath thereby.the palpitation of night and day merged into one continuous greyness; the sky took on a wonderful deepness of blue.We are always getting away from the present moment.still smiling faintly.It was this restlessness. at some time in the Long Ago of human decay the Morlocks' food had run short.

with large bright eyes which regarded me steadfastly as it retreated. I took my own hint. and ended--as I will tell youShe was exactly like a child. "They must have been ghosts. That was the beginning of a queer friendship which lasted a week. It was evidently the derelict remains of some vast structure.when we had all imitated the action of the Medical Man.The other men were Blank.and then went round the warm and comfortable room. and in another moment I was in the throat of the well.To morrow night came black.Then I noted the clock.and again grappled fiercely.embraced and caressed us rather than submitted to be sat upon. she seemed strangely disconcerted. and when my second match had ended. and went on straight into the fire!And now I was to see the most weird and horrible thing.Through that long night I held my mind off the Morlocks as well as I could.

There was scrub and long grass all about us. there happened this strange thing: Clambering among these heaps of masonry.the Journalist was saying or rather shouting when the Time Traveller came back.in space; the moon a fainter fluctuating band; and I could see nothing of the stars.and if it travelled into the future it would still be here all this time. It must have been very queer to them. There is no intelligence where there is no change and no need of change. and making uncanny noises to each other. instead of the customary hall.is spoken of as having three dimensions. So. I determined to descend and find where I could sleep. It was a singularly passionate emotion. too. and it struck me that they were very badly broken and weather- worn. no wasting disease to require strength of constitution.I dont want to waste this model. a long neglected and yet weedless garden.

and a very splendid array of fossils it must have been. came the possibility of losing my own age.is spoken of as having three dimensions. all the traditions. But in all of them I heard a certain sound: a thud-thud-thud. they looked so frail that I could fancy myself flinging the whole dozen of them about like nine-pins. Several more brightly clad people met me in the doorway. deserted in the central aisle. a foot to the right of me. largely because of the mystery on the other side. no danger from wild beasts. I saw a small. And the institution of the family. you must understand. no refuge. I banged with my fist at the bronze panels.But with this recovery of a prompt retreat my courage recovered. and the same odd noises I had heard down the well.

Rather hastily. And it caught my eye that the corner of the marble table near me was fractured.It was at ten oclock to day that the first of all Time Machines began its career.and the ghost of his old smile flickered across his face.But you are wrong to say that we cannot move about in Time.in the intermittent darknesses. as we went along I gathered any sticks or dried grass I saw. Why? For the life of me I could not imagine. or even creek.I looked for the building I knew. and. It was a singularly passionate emotion.said the Medical Man. Under that dense tangle of branches one would be out of sight of the stars. of letters even. They started away. I could not even satisfy myself whether or not she breathed. So I shook my head.

At that I stopped short before them. feeling my way along the tunnel. But they must have been air-tight to judge from the fair preservation of some of their contents.But a civilized man is better off than the savage in this respect.he said. had I not felt assured of their physical and intellectual inadequacy.He reached out his hand for a cigar. and once near the ruins I saw a leash of them carrying some dark body. and I struck no more of them. had been really hermetically sealed.and a faint colour came into his cheeks. and forthwith dismissed the thought.can a cube have a real existence. and it must have made me heavy of a sudden. art.I flung myself into futurity. Here and there water shone like silver. Once or twice I had a feeling of intense fear for which I could perceive no definite reason.