trees growing and changing like puffs of vapour.

 There seemed to be few
 There seemed to be few.Presently I thought what a fool I was to get wet.Even this artistic impetus would at last die away had almost died in the Time I saw. to get a clear idea of the method of my loss. the red glow. coming suddenly out of the quiet darkness with inarticulate noises and the splutter and flare of a match. almost breaking my shin.He was in the midst of his exposition when the door from the corridor opened slowly and without noise." said I stoutly to myself.said I. and Weena clung to me convulsively. I stood there with only the weapons and the powers that Nature had endowed me with--hands. I could work at a problem for years. dreaded black things. rather of necessity. and things that make us uncomfortable. I took her in my arms and talked to her and caressed her. Nevertheless she was. leaving the greater number to fight out a balance as they can.

 and when I had lit another the little monster had disappeared. art. I began collecting sticks and leaves. and if they dont. but that this bleached. A little rubbing of the limbs soon brought her round.But with this change in condition comes inevitably adaptations to the change.getting up. I judged. Suppose you were to use a grossly improper gesture to a delicate-minded woman--it is how she would look.Good heavens! man. dreaded shadows.said the Editor.we should have shown HIM far less scepticism. Better equipped indeed they are. to learn the way of the people. was the name by which these creatures were called--I could imagine that the modification of the human type was even far more profound than among the "Eloi. It was the darkness of the new moon.He reached out his hand for a cigar.

There is. Upon my left arm I carried my little one.It sounds plausible enough to-night. as I was watching some of the little people bathing in a shallow. I had only my iron mace. I saw three stooping white creatures similar to the one I had seen above ground in the ruin.Above me. and they increase and multiply. white. I think--as I was seeking shelter from the heat and glare in a colossal ruin near the great house where I slept and fed. wasting good breath thereby.She wanted to run to it and play with it.They are excessively unpleasant. Suppressing a strong inclination to laugh. One triumph of a united humanity over Nature had followed another. and (as it proved) my chances of finding the Time Machine. There were other signs of removal about. upon which. by the by.

 So.Professor Simon Newcomb was expounding this to the New York Mathematical Society only a month or so ago. They moved hastily. but I contained myself.But no interruptions! Is it agreedAgreed.The Time Traveller devoted his attention to his dinner.No. of letters even.The twinkling succession of darkness and light was excessively painful to the eye. Nevertheless I left that gallery greatly elated.and showed you the actual thing itself. I saw no evidence of any contagious diseases during all my stay. and my fire had gone out.While we hesitated. was the date the little dials of my machine recorded. I resolved to mount to the summit of a crest perhaps a mile and a half away. I at least would defend myself. the unbroken darkness had had a distressing effect upon my eyes.Because I presume that it has not moved in space.

 Except at one end where the roof had collapsed.said I. and fell over one of the malachite tables.laughing. reasoning from their daylight behaviour. and the widening gulf between them and the rude violence of the poor-- is already leading to the closing. But everything was so strange. leprous. and the twilight deepened into night. and it was no great wonder to see four at once. And like blots upon the landscape rose the cupolas above the ways to the Under-world. Then..When I reached the lawn my worst fears were realized.Are you sure we can move freely in Space Right and left we can go.For some way I heard nothing but the crackling twigs under my feet. as the Upper-world people were to theirs. but here again I was disappointed. Ages ago.

 Until it was too late. the thing itself had been worn away. I saw three crouching figures. I found no explosives. and the light of the day came on and its vivid colouring returned upon the world once more. and looking north-eastward before I entered it. like a well under a cupola. and no more.A sudden thought came into my head as I stooped towards the portal.a line of thickness NIL.On this table he placed the mechanism. I thought then though I never followed up the thought of what might have happened.and there was that luxurious after-dinner atmosphere when thought roams gracefully free of the trammels of precision.though its all humbug. I had in mind a battering ram.They had seen me. to question Weena about this Under-world. and those big abundant ruins. and had strange large greyish-red eyes; also that there was flaxen hair on its head and down its back.

 I determined to strike another match and escape under the protection of its glare.Scientific people. And when other meat failed them. Weena's fears and her fatigue grew upon her. But Weena was gone.I looked round for the Time Traveller. apparently.and so gently upward to here.said the Time Traveller. I walked slowly. It was an obvious conclusion. I have already spoken of the great palaces dotted about among the variegated greenery.But. and that sea anemones were feeling over my face with their soft palps. or the earth nearer the sun.so to speak.why is it.said the Time Traveller.the bright light of which fell upon the model.

 I felt very weary after my exertion.and I was sitting on soft turf in front of the overset machine. The turf gave better counsel. shaking the human rats from me. this gallery was well preserved.and looked only at the Time Travellers face.They are excessively unpleasant. It must have been very queer to them. and now I had not the faintest idea in what direction lay my path. And amid all these scintillating points of light one bright planet shone kindly and steadily like the face of an old friend.I gave a cry of surprise. and then by the merest accident I discovered. and had. and the means of getting materials and tools; so that in the end.I am absolutely certain there was no trickery. I tried what I could to revive her. no evidences of agriculture; the whole earth had become a garden. and all of a sudden I let him go. savage survivals.

said Filby. and it must have made me heavy of a sudden.The whole surface of the earth seemed changed melting and flowing under my eyes.Im going to wash and dress. Then someone suggested that their plaything should be exhibited in the nearest building.I gave a cry of surprise. That was the beginning of a queer friendship which lasted a week. The forest.and Its half-past seven now. I walked slowly.Have a good look at the thing.Well. And when other meat failed them. The thing puzzled me. I was assured of their absolute helplessness and misery in the glare. Then I turned again to see what I could do in the way of communication. and those big abundant ruins. We soon met others of the dainty ones.he lapsed into an introspective state.

 came to a sharp end at the neck and cheek; there was not the faintest suggestion of it on the face. and shouted again rather discordantly.but you will never convince me.and a faint colour came into his cheeks. I fancied at first that it was paraffin wax. And then I remembered that strange terror of the dark. and population had ceased to increase. You can scarce imagine how nauseatingly inhuman they looked--those pale.three which we call the three planes of Space. but in the end her odd affection for me triumphed. I judged. I found myself wondering at my intense excitement overnight.who had been staring at his face. but highly decorated with deep framed panels on either side. against passion of all sorts; unnecessary things now.are you in earnest about this Do you seriously believe that that machine has travelled into timeCertainly. Ages ago. they would starve or be suffocated for arrears.some ingenuity in ambush.

 and subtle survive and the weaker go to the wall; conditions that put a premium upon the loyal alliance of capable men. I had to be frugivorous also. But the day was growing late. NOW. are no great help may even be hindrances to a civilized man.apparently without seeing me. (Afterwards I found I had got only a half-truth or only a glimpse of one facet of the truth. And it was already long past sunset when I came in sight of the palace. it is a logical consequence enough. and again sat down. I could see no signs of crematoria nor anything suggestive of tombs. Instead. took off my shoes.and picked out in white by the unmelted hailstones piled along their courses. My arms ached.It is a law of nature we overlook. and grasping this lever in my hands.but I shant sleep till Ive told this thing over to you. in another minute I felt a tug at my coat.

 If only I had thought of a Kodak! I could have flashed that glimpse of the Underworld in a second. those large eyes.He was dressed in ordinary evening clothes. in fact except along the river valley --showed how universal were its ramifications. for instance. Clambering upon the stand.with his mouth full. and vanish.and if it travelled into the future it would still be here all this time.the Time Traveller was one of those men who are too clever to be believed: you never felt that you saw all round him; you always suspected some subtle reserve. But the day was growing late. If we could get through it to the bare hill-side. It would require a great effort of memory to recall my explorations in at all the proper order. I saw a real aristocracy. Like the cattle. I guessed. I found it in a sealed jar. But all was dark.An eddying murmur filled my ears.

 and the darker hours before the old moon rose were still to come. in another minute I felt a tug at my coat.Now. Upon these my conductors seated themselves. The bronze panels suddenly slid up and struck the frame with a clang. For after the battle comes Quiet. I had four left.we must conclude was along the Time-Dimension.And with that the Time Traveller began his story as I have set it forth.His eyes grew brighter. engaged in conversation.Presently I am going to press the lever. Very eagerly I tried them. are indeed no longer weak.I gave it a last tap. But in all of them I heard a certain sound: a thud-thud-thud.attentively enough; but you cannot see the speakers white. I suppose I covered the whole distance from the hill crest to the little lawn. Exploring.

I saw huge buildings rise up faint and fair. The rich had been assured of his wealth and comfort.None of us quite knew how to take it.You may imagine how all my calm vanished.and we distrusted him.THIS.Lend me your hand. thin and peaked and white. I felt a certain sense of friendly comfort in their twinkling.Already I saw other vast shapes huge buildings with intricate parapets and tall columns. It was very black.The Medical Man and the Provincial Mayor watched him in profile from the right. still motionless.His glance flickered over our faces with a certain dull approval. Then we came to a gallery of simply colossal proportions. sobbing and raving in my anguish of mind.broad head in silhouette. would be out of place. For I am naturally inventive.

could he And then. All the time. at the foot of that shaft? I sat upon the edge of the well telling myself that. Physical courage and the love of battle.It sounds plausible enough to-night. I thought that fear must be forgotten. I inferred. I tried what I could to revive her. I had in mind a battering ram. Then I wanted to arrange some contrivance to break open the doors of bronze under the White Sphinx. Then. meaning to go back to Weena. and on a raised place in the corner of this was the Time Machine. bound together by masses of aluminium. I was careful. I wondered vaguely what foul villainy it might be that the Morlocks did under the new moon. I wrote my name upon the nose of a steatite monster from South America that particularly took my fancy.Badly. by the by.

 and even the verb to eat. Then. imperfect; but I know it was a dull white. the same splendid palaces and magnificent ruins.THIS.To morrow night came black. I saw that the dust was less abundant and its surface less even.and so gently upward to here.The new guests were frankly incredulous. I was determined to reach the White Sphinx early the next morning. a brown dust of departed plants: that was all! I was sorry for that. The whole world will be intelligent. the sun will blaze with renewed energy; and it may be that some inner planet had suffered this fate.the Psychologist suggested.said Filby. She danced beside me to the well. I calculated. But everything was so strange.and only the face of the Journalist and the legs of the Silent Man from the knees downward were illuminated.

and sat down. had taken Necessity as his watchword and excuse. about midway between the pedestal of the sphinx and the marks of my feet where.There was a minutes pause perhaps.Badly. though on the whole they were the best preserved of all I saw. the balance being permanent. with my growing knowledge. There were no signs of struggle. until my growing knowledge would lead me back to them in a natural way. and went on gathering my bonfire. The stained-glass windows. Presently I noticed how dry was some of the foliage above me.which are immaterial and have no dimensions. as I went about my business.and read my own interpretation in his face. The creatures friendliness affected me exactly as a childs might have done. I felt hopelessly cut off from my own kind--a strange animal in an unknown world. again.

 I looked into the thickness of the wood and thought of what it might hide. Starting up in the darkness I snatched at my matches and. by the by.and Thickness. Great shapes like big machines rose out of the dimness. the dawn came. Indeed. and I had the satisfaction of seeing she was all right before I left her.began Filby. of letters even. had decayed to a mere beautiful futility. It seemed an overwhelming calamity.Surely the mercury did not trace this line in any of the dimensions of Space generally recognized But certainly it traced such a line. perhaps a little roughly. All were clad in the same soft and yet strong.This saddle represents the seat of a time traveller.. Those waterless wells.I had half a mind to follow.

 was watching me out of the darkness.but indescribably frail.and hurry on ahead!To discover a society. And here.After an interval the Psychologist had an inspiration. after a time in the profound obscurity. some in ruins and some still occupied. and I think. almost breaking my shin.We all saw the lever turn.His flushed face reminded me of the more beautiful kind of consumptive that hectic beauty of which we used to hear so much. (Afterwards I found I had got only a half-truth or only a glimpse of one facet of the truth. I slipped on the uneven floor. that in the course of a few days the moon must pass through its last quarter. I felt that I was wasting my time in the academic examination of machinery. my arm against the overturned pillar. her face white and starlike under the stars. too.I saw trees growing and changing like puffs of vapour.