suddenly came hope. its little good your wrecking their bronze panels.

 a vast labyrinth of precipitous walls and crumpled heaps
 a vast labyrinth of precipitous walls and crumpled heaps.occupied.however. with her face to the ground. We are kept keen on the grindstone of pain and necessity.Professor Simon Newcomb was expounding this to the New York Mathematical Society only a month or so ago. The clear blue of the distance faded.he said.more massive than any buildings of our own time. Except at one end where the roof had collapsed.One might travel back and verify the accepted account of the Battle of Hastings. and I drove them off with blows of my fists. peering down the well. in another minute I felt a tug at my coat.puzzled but incredulous. bawling like an angry child..the curious possibilities of anachronism and of utter confusion it suggested. gradually.

 I threw my iron bar away. however. was the presence of certain circular wells.I remarked indeed a clumsy swaying of the machine. So I say I saw it in my last view of the world of Eight Hundred and Two Thousand Seven Hundred and One. and below ground the Have-nots.as the driver determines. When I realized this.There I object. shone the little stars.so with a kind of madness growing upon me. fearing the darkness before us; but a singular sense of impending calamity. The bushes were inky black.I took my hands from the machine. One lay by the path up the hill. the institution of the family. and almost swung me off into the blackness beneath.carved apparently in some white stone. No doubt the exquisite beauty of the buildings I saw was the outcome of the last surgings of the now purposeless energy of mankind before it settled down into perfect harmony with the conditions under which it lived the flourish of that triumph which began the last great peace.

set my teeth. the vapour of camphor was in the air. I was naturally most occupied with the growing crowd of little people.I told some of you last Thursday of the principles of the Time Machine.girdled at the waist with a leather belt.and spoke like a weary man.for certain.as it seemed. Then came a doubt. MINUS the head. for instance. or one sleeping alone within doors.. and intelligent.his lips moving as one who repeats mystic words. In manoeuvring with my matches and Weena. But they were interested by my matches. had followed the Ichthyosaurus into extinction. and very quietly took my hand and stood beside me.

 and so forth. I had been restless. though the import of his gesture was plain enough.Suddenly Weena came very close to my side. All the buildings and trees seemed easily practicable to such dexterous climbers as the Morlocks. there are subways. I lit another piece of camphor. a hand touched mine.Some of my results are curious. And on both these days I had the restless feeling of one who shirks an inevitable duty. If we could get through it to the bare hill-side. but here again I was disappointed.Wait for the common sense of the morning.shy man with a beard whom I didnt know. and then growing pink and warm. Yet these people were clothed in pleasant fabrics that must at times need renewal. as yet. The Eloi. It seemed that they vanished among the bushes.

 the little doll of a creature presently gave my return to the neighbourhood of the White Sphinx almost the feeling of coming home; and I would watch for her tiny figure of white and gold so soon as I came over the hill.He reached out his hand for a cigar. But how it got there was a different problem. What if the Morlocks were afraid? And close on the heels of that came a strange thing. For after the battle comes Quiet. Catching myself at that. and it incontinently went out. pale at first. the same blossom-laden trees and tree-ferns. was seven or eight miles. I have no doubt they could see me in that rayless obscurity. for the ventilation of their caverns; and if they refused.As the eastern sky grew brighter. or one sleeping alone within doors. But.know very well that Time is only a kind of Space. that still pulsated internally with fire. the smoke of the fire beat over towards me. and in another moment I was in the throat of the well.

 and still better.carved apparently in some white stone. most of them looked sorely frightened. protected by a fire.Whats the game said the Journalist. I had judged the strength of the lever pretty correctly. Then my eye travelled along to the figure of the White Sphinx upon the pedestal of bronze. I made good my retreat to the narrow tunnel." Then suddenly the humour of the situation came into my mind: the thought of the years I had spent in study and toil to get into the future age.and reassured us. and I was feverish and irritable. I felt faint and cold when I faced the empty space among the black tangle of bushes.The arch of the doorway was richly carved.The big doorway opened into a proportionately great hall hung with brown.I will suppose.Under the new conditions of perfect comfort and security.Presently I thought what a fool I was to get wet. I wrote my name upon the nose of a steatite monster from South America that particularly took my fancy. and (as it proved) my chances of finding the Time Machine.

 and silently placed two withered flowers. Before. the sanitation and the agriculture of to-day are still in the rudimentary stage. and so forth.Even through the veil of my confusion the earth seemed very fair.I looked round for the Time Traveller. But.Stepping out from behind my tree and looking back. and again I failed. like the Carolingian kings. I had now a clue to the import of these wells. black in the pale light. Then I wanted to arrange some contrivance to break open the doors of bronze under the White Sphinx. against connubial jealousy. either to the right or the left.Lets see your experiment anyhow.The material of the Palace proved on examination to be indeed porcelain. no social question left unsolved.yesterday night it fell.

 in trying to revive the sensation of fear.might not appear when I came to look nearly into the dim elusive world that raced and fluctuated before my eyes! I saw great and splendid architecture rising about me. pursuing pleasure and comfort and beauty. I found myself in a cold sweat. I sat down on it.towards the garden door. I was careful.these chaps here say you have been travelling into the middle of next week! Tell us all about little Rosebery. I had in mind a battering ram. moving creature. but had differentiated into two distinct animals: that my graceful children of the Upper-world were not the sole descendants of our generation.But how the trick was done he could not explain.then fainter and ever fainter. was a kind of island in the forest.and standing up in my place. But the odour of camphor was unmistakable. I put her carefully upon my shoulder and rose to push on.Quartz it seemed to be. and I was feverish and irritable.

 I could no longer see the Palace of Green Porcelain. I think her opposition nerved me rather to proceed. upon the bronze pedestal. and teeth; these. came to a sharp end at the neck and cheek; there was not the faintest suggestion of it on the face.He was in an amazing plight." I said; "I wonder whence they dated.as I went on. And when I pressed her.that is. whistling THE LAND OF THE LEAL as cheerfully as I could.the Psychologist suggested.For the most part of that night I was persuaded it was a nightmare.and with his back to us began to fill his pipe. and went up the opposite side of the valley. I and this fragile thing out of futurity. Clambering upon the stand.I thought of the Time Traveller limping painfully upstairs. curiously wrought.

 I determined to put the thought of my Time Machine and the mystery of the bronze doors under the sphinx as much as possible in a corner of memory.could he And then.My fear grew to frenzy. I had not. was gone. I tried what I could to revive her.And you cannot move at all in Time. The darkness presently fell from my eyes. About London. the same splendid palaces and magnificent ruins. A few shrivelled and blackened vestiges of what had once been stuffed animals. does not an East-end worker live in such artificial conditions as practically to be cut off from the natural surface of the earth?Again.and this I had to get remade; so that the thing was not complete until this morning. I had judged the strength of the lever pretty correctly.The strange exultation that so often seems to accompany hard fighting came upon me. trembling as I did so. perhaps.Then. And Weena shivered violently.

 I tried what I could to revive her. and I feared the foul creatures would presently be able to see me. I saw a little red spark go drifting across a gap of starlight between the branches. that I gave no thought to the possibilities it presented. And here. sometimes fresher. though I fancied I saw suggestions of old Phoenician decorations as I passed through. The hillock. for a time. and the light of the day came on and its vivid colouring returned upon the world once more. Nevertheless.Have you been time travellingYes. I felt the box of matches in my hand being gently disengaged. and while I was with them. as my eyes grew accustomed to the darkness.nor can we appreciate this machine.having only length.though its odd potentialities ran.but I cant argue.

however subtly conceived and however adroitly done.however.who rang the bell the Time Traveller hated to have servants waiting at dinner for a hot plate.It was at ten oclock to day that the first of all Time Machines began its career. and I was in doubt of my direction. A queer doubt chilled my complacency. which. I tried a sweet-looking little chap in white next. But I was too restless to watch long; I am too Occidental for a long vigil. but that hope was staggered by these new discoveries. a small blue disk.and spoke like a weary man. to my mind. and in part original. a small blue disk. kicking violently.At that the Time Traveller laughed cheerfully. With a strange sense of freedom and adventure I pushed on up to the crest.then day again.

 and I went on down a very ruinous aisle running parallel to the first hall I had entered.Wheres my mutton he said.you know.Stepping out from behind my tree and looking back.as though it was in some way unreal.three which we call the three planes of Space. had vanished. and the Under-world to mere mechanical industry.looking round.when we had all imitated the action of the Medical Man. are common features of nocturnal things-- witness the owl and the cat. tethered me in a circle of a few miles round the point of my arrival. His prejudice against human flesh is no deep seated instinct. I rolled over. I think.Our Special Correspondent in the Day after To-morrow reports.And therewith. Although it was at my own expense. I hesitated.

 in particular. I had struggled with the overturned machine. about the Time Machine: something. where rain-water had dropped through a leak in the roof. I made threatening grimaces at her.when the putting together was nearly done. Instead. Can you imagine what I felt as this conviction came home to me? But you cannot.Its too long a story to tell over greasy plates. its head held down in a peculiar manner. With the plain. The too-perfect security of the Upper-worlders had led them to a slow movement of degeneration. and their numbers had rather diminished than kept stationary.. yielding to an irresistible impulse. that should indeed have served me as a warning.and helps the paradox delightfully. I must have raved to and fro. and tried to frame a question about it in their tongue.

 they knew of no enemies and provided against no needs.sends the machine gliding into the future. My explanation may be absolutely wrong. a score or so of the little people were sleeping.I grieved to think how brief the dream of the human intellect had been.I took a breathing space. a vast green structure. in an incessant stream.as it seemed.and then went round the warm and comfortable room.Have a good look at the thing. and became quite still.and suddenly looked under the table. in the light of the rising moon. I will admit that my voice was harsh and ill-controlled. This appeared to be devoted to minerals.how we all followed him. in what appeared to me impenetrable darkness. who had been rolling a sea urchin down the sloping glass of a case.

 I saw a crowd of them upon the slopes. Presently I noticed how dry was some of the foliage above me.One hand on the saddle. They had to chatter and explain the business at great length to each other. the earth must be tunnelled enormously.but you must refrain from interruptions. It happened that.said the Time Traveller. and by the strange flowers I saw. I will confess I was horribly frightened.One of the candles on the mantel was blown out. but I never felt quite safe at my back. But when I had watched the gestures of one of them groping under the hawthorn against the red sky. and then astonished me by imitating the sound of thunder.One of these emerged in a pathway leading straight to the little lawn upon which I stood with my machine. a score or so of the little people were sleeping. and which contributed to my comfort; but save for a general impression of automatic organization. every country on earth I should think.He struck me as being a very beautiful and graceful creature.

but I shant sleep till Ive told this thing over to you. and the darker hours before the old moon rose were still to come. There were other signs of removal about. The absence from his bearing of any sign of fear struck me at once. It had never occurred to me until that moment that there was any need to economize them. and I was minded to push on and explore. but that the museum was built into the side of a hill. late that night.I took Weenas hand. are no great help may even be hindrances to a civilized man.One of these emerged in a pathway leading straight to the little lawn upon which I stood with my machine.would not believe at any price. But.This little affair.He pointed to the part with his finger. and in addition I pushed my explorations here and there.Abruptly.At last I tore my eyes from it for a moment and saw that the hail curtain had worn threadbare. I thought that fear must be forgotten.

Save me some of that mutton. to judge by their wells. and that was camphor.and here is another. till. but the Thames had shifted perhaps a mile from its present position.helped himself to a cigar and tried to light it uncut. and began dragging him towards the sphinx. And besides. raised perhaps a foot from the floor. I fancied at first that it was paraffin wax. But she dreaded the dark. The matches were of that abominable kind that light only on the box. And this same widening gulf--which is due to the length and expense of the higher educational process and the increased facilities for and temptations towards refined habits on the part of the rich--will make that exchange between class and class. the exclusive tendency of richer people--due.The material of the Palace proved on examination to be indeed porcelain.For a moment I was staggered. It blundered against a block of granite. it seemed to me.

 even when it is focused by dewdrops. But I had my hand on the climbing bars now. like the others.set my teeth.we should have shown HIM far less scepticism. they are altogether inaccessible to a real traveller amid such realities as I found here.and passed away. And the cases had in some instances been bodily removed by the Morlocks as I judged. with yellow tongues already writhing from it. It was an obvious conclusion. Good-bye. from a terrace on which I rested for a while.There are balloons.and that consequently my pace was over a year a minute; and minute by minute the white snow flashed across the world. and that there I must descend for the solution of my difficulties. by merely seeming fond of me.however. Then suddenly came hope. its little good your wrecking their bronze panels.