stars were mustering, and in the west the sky was still a pale,

bright, almost greenish blue. The tops of the pine trees and the

roofs of Horsell came out sharp and black against the western

afterglow. The Martians and their appliances were altogether

invisible, save for that thin mast upon which their restless mirror

wobbled. Patches of bush and isolated trees here and there smoked and

glowed still, and the houses towards Woking station were sending up

spires of flame into the stillness of the evening air.

Nothing was changed save for that and a terrible astonishment. The

little group of black specks with the flag of white had been swept out

of existence, and the stillness of the evening, so it seemed to me,

had scarcely been broken.

It came to me that I was upon this dark common, helpless,

unprotected, and alone. Suddenly, like a thing falling upon me from

without, came--fear.

With an effort I turned and began a stumbling run through the

heather.

The fear I felt was no rational fear, but a panic terror not only

of the Martians, but of the dusk and stillness all about me. Such an

extraordinary effect in unmanning me it had that I ran weeping

silently as a child might do. Once I had turned, I did not dare to

look back.

The War of the Worlds