The War of the Worlds


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Directly below him the balloonist would have seen the network of  
streets far and wide, houses, churches, squares, crescents,  
gardens--already derelict--spread out like a huge map, and in the  
southward blotted. Over Ealing, Richmond, Wimbledon, it would  
have seemed as if some monstrous pen had flung ink upon the chart.  
Steadily, incessantly, each black splash grew and spread, shooting out  
ramifications this way and that, now banking itself against rising  
ground, now pouring swiftly over a crest into a new-found valley,  
exactly as a gout of ink would spread itself upon blotting paper.  
And beyond, over the blue hills that rise southward of the river,  
the glittering Martians went to and fro, calmly and methodically  
spreading their poison cloud over this patch of country and then over  
that, laying it again with their steam jets when it had served its  
purpose, and taking possession of the conquered country. They do not  
seem to have aimed at extermination so much as at complete  
demoralisation and the destruction of any opposition. They exploded  
any stores of powder they came upon, cut every telegraph, and wrecked  
the railways here and there. They were hamstringing mankind. They  
seemed in no hurry to extend the field of their operations, and did  
not come beyond the central part of London all that day. It is  
possible that a very considerable number of people in London stuck to  
their houses through Monday morning. Certain it is that many died at  
home suffocated by the Black Smoke.  
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