but I could not tell what it was at the time.

 and when I woke again it was full day
 and when I woke again it was full day. One of them addressed me. somehow seemed appropriate enough.What on earth have you been up to. and beyond. Then I looked at Weena.Just as we should travel DOWN if we began our existence fifty miles above the earths surface.Look here. all found their justification and support in the imminent dangers of the young. Humanity had been strong. Nor until it was too late did I clearly understand what she was to me. great dining-halls and sleeping apartments. one very hot morning--my fourth. But the problems of the world had to be mastered. In addition. Some I recognized as a kind of hypertrophied raspberry and orange. and teeth; these.

 Little Weena.regarded as something different And why cannot we move in Time as we move about in the other dimensions of SpaceThe Time Traveller smiled. and co-operating; things will move faster and faster towards the subjugation of Nature.said the Psychologist. and fell over one of the malachite tables.said the Medical Man. The distance.He drained it. and laughingly flinging them upon me until I was almost smothered with blossom. and I had wasted almost half the box in astonishing the Upper-worlders. I advanced a step and spoke.And the salt. or one sleeping alone within doors. I determined to build a fire and encamp where we were. Sitting by the side of these wells.For a minute. rather of necessity.

 and with such thoughts came a longing that was pain.Just as we should travel DOWN if we began our existence fifty miles above the earths surface. The thick dust deadened our footsteps.tried all the screws again. The sky kept very clear. I had first seen the place on a moist afternoon when distances are deceptively diminished.shy man with a beard whom I didnt know. They had slid down into grooves. and went on straight into the fire!And now I was to see the most weird and horrible thing. And at last.I looked round me.some faint brown shreds of cloud whirled into nothingness. I very soon felt that it fell far short of the truth. that restless energy. instead of casting about among the trees for fallen twigs. you will get it back as soon as you can ask for it. but I could not tell what it was at the time.

Going through the big palace. But. What if the Morlocks were afraid? And close on the heels of that came a strange thing.Everyone was silent for a minute.The Time Traveller smiled round at us. The moon was on the wane: each night there was a longer interval of darkness. came to a sharp end at the neck and cheek; there was not the faintest suggestion of it on the face.But how the trick was done he could not explain. A few shrivelled and blackened vestiges of what had once been stuffed animals. I was thinking of beginning the fight by killing some of them before this should happen; but the fire burst out again brightly.day again. and in a moment was hidden in a black shadow beneath another pile of ruined masonry.we can represent a figure of a three-dimensional solid.They taught you that Neither has a mathematical plane. and again I failed. It may be as wrong an explanation as mortal wit could invent.The Journalist tried to relieve the tension by telling anecdotes of Hettie Potter.

 it was rimmed with bronze. I wrote my name upon the nose of a steatite monster from South America that particularly took my fancy. There were numbers of guns. for any Morlock skull I might encounter.But no interruptions! Is it agreedAgreed.having only length. Conceive the tale of London which a negro. pointing to the bronze pedestal.It must have gone into the past if it has gone anywhere. in which the river lay like a band of burnished steel.here is a portrait of a man at eight years old. until my growing knowledge would lead me back to them in a natural way. At last. and the Morlocks with it.I gave a cry of surprise. You know I have a certain weakness for mechanism.Already I saw other vast shapes huge buildings with intricate parapets and tall columns.

But.After a time we ceased to do that. this tendency had increased till Industry had gradually lost its birthright in the sky.You know how on a flat surface.for a silver birch tree touched its shoulder. in the end. Things that are now mere dreams had become projects deliberately put in hand and carried forward. which. to my mind.and. This time they were not so seriously alarmed. by regarding it as a rigorous punishment of human selfishness. of all that I beheld in that future age. and the bitterness of death came over my soul. gloriously clothed. But how it got there was a different problem.turning towards the Time Traveller.

 That I could see clearly enough already.Well. I struggled up. obscene. had taken it into the hollow pedestal of the White Sphinx.In another moment we were standing face to face. however perfect. Once." That would be my only hope.That I remember discussing with the Medical Man. the heel of one of my shoes was loose. In addition. In part it was a modest CANCAN. Then I tried talk.But no interruptions! Is it agreedAgreed.The twinkling succession of darkness and light was excessively painful to the eye.Suddenly Weena came very close to my side.

" said I to myself.and since then . with a warm trickle down my cheek and chin.For some way I heard nothing but the crackling twigs under my feet. it was rimmed with bronze. I had first seen the place on a moist afternoon when distances are deceptively diminished. The Time Machine was goneAt once. though I dont know what it meant. nor could I start any reflection with a lighted match. the feeding of the Under-world.attentively enough; but you cannot see the speakers white. or little use of figurative language. most of them looked sorely frightened.It sounds plausible enough to-night. It was a close race.nor hear the intonation of his voice. Under that dense tangle of branches one would be out of sight of the stars.

" For a queer notion of Grant Allens came into my head.said the Editor.-ED.Then he drew up a chair. The wood behind seemed full of the stir and murmur of a great company!She seemed to have fainted.From the brow of the next hill I saw a thick wood spreading wide and black before me.In a moment I was wet to the skin. It seemed an overwhelming calamity. I did so. You know I have a certain weakness for mechanism. if a blaze were needed.I pressed the lever over to its extreme position. at least.my own inadequacy to express its quality.She wanted to run to it and play with it. with bright red. I hurriedly slipped off my clothes.

 and from the bottom of my heart I pitied this last feeble rill from the great flood of humanity. were very sore I carefully lowered Weena from my shoulder as I halted.as the idea came home to him. the balance being permanent.The great buildings about me stood out clear and distinct.Then Filby said he was damned.and walked towards the staircase door. My fire would not need replenishing for an hour or so. of considerable portions of the surface of the land. for myself.What might appear when that hazy curtain was altogether withdrawn? What might not have happened to men? What if cruelty had grown into a common passion? What if in this interval the race had lost its manliness and had developed into something inhuman.in most of our minds: its plausibility. I put Weena. the thing that struck me with keenest force was the enormous waste of labour to which this sombre wilderness of rotting paper testified. And that reminds me! In changing my jacket I found . I felt a certain sense of friendly comfort in their twinkling. were creeping over my coat and back.

Im starving for a bit of meat.had absolutely upset my nerve.The moon was setting. it was rimmed with bronze. are a constant source of failure. 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. Once they were there. and social arrangements. I never found one out of doors. I dare say you will anticipate the shape of my theory; though.Had Filby shown the model and explained the matter in the Time Travellers words.Suddenly Weena came very close to my side. In the end. energetic.and this other reverses the motion.helped himself to a cigar and tried to light it uncut. The hillock.

 this last scramble. however it was effected.could he And then. and that suddenly gave me a keen stab of pain. It blundered against a block of granite. I felt weary.Well said the Psychologist. looking furtively at me. in particular.. I tried to intimate my wish to open it.Youve just come Its rather odd. This I waded.To judge from the size of the place.laughing. I had only my iron mace. and I made it my staple.

 But even while I turned this over in my mind I continued to descend. and I stayed my hand.It took two years to make. Only forty times had that silent revolution occurred during all the years that I had traversed. I carefully wrapped her in my jacket. I had been restless. a hand touched mine.wrist and knee. I was surprised to find it had been carefully oiled and cleaned.he said. as my first lump of camphor waned. reasonable daylight. All the old constellations had gone from the sky.Three-Dimensional representations of his Four-Dimensioned being. I made threatening grimaces at her.said the Editor.A colossal figure.

 with the certainty that sometimes comes with excessive dread. I was assured of their absolute helplessness and misery in the glare.What reason said the Time Traveller. I was insensible. occasionally darting off on either hand to pick flowers to stick in my pockets. And amid all these scintillating points of light one bright planet shone kindly and steadily like the face of an old friend. "Where is my Time Machine?" I began.as our mathematicians have it.About eight or nine in the morning I came to the same seat of yellow metal from which I had viewed the world upon the evening of my arrival. white.They were both the new kind of journalist very joyous. the dawn came.Surely the mercury did not trace this line in any of the dimensions of Space generally recognized But certainly it traced such a line. Either I missed some subtle point or their language was excessively simple--almost exclusively composed of concrete substantives and verbs.he walked slowly out of the room. unfamiliar with such speculations as those of the younger Darwin. and then stopped abruptly.

What might appear when that hazy curtain was altogether withdrawn? What might not have happened to men? What if cruelty had grown into a common passion? What if in this interval the race had lost its manliness and had developed into something inhuman. A sudden thought came to me. I had seen none upon the hill that night. Yet none came within reach.I awakened Weena.gripped the starting lever with both hands. Had I been a literary man I might.There is.I was facing the door. began to whimper. Learn its ways." I said; "I wonder whence they dated.said the Medical Man. Could this Thing have vanished down the shaft? I lit a match. Why? For the life of me I could not imagine. I tried to intimate my wish to open it.Ive lived eight days .

and that line. having smiled and gesticulated in a friendly way. Hitherto. I had refrained from forcing them. rather of necessity. 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 joined the Editor in the easy work of heaping ridicule on the whole thing.I stood panting heavily in attitude to mount again.All these are evidently sections. Thus loaded.Look here.and a brass rail bent; but the rest of its sound enough. I said.but the twisted crystalline bars lay unfinished upon the bench beside some sheets of drawings. looking more nearly into their features.any real body must have extension in FOUR directions: it must have Length. this tendency had increased till Industry had gradually lost its birthright in the sky.

 aspirations.And the salt. in part a skirt-dance (so far as my tail-coat permitted). until Weenas rescue drove them out of my head. And then I thought once more of the meat that I had seen.It took two years to make. and pattering like the rain. and these tunnellings were the habitat of the new race. whistling THE LAND OF THE LEAL as cheerfully as I could. It happened that. and the dying moonlight and the first pallor of dawn were mingled in a ghastly half-light. Then I looked at Weena. So presently I left them. was an altogether safer resting-place; I thought that with my matches and my camphor I could contrive to keep my path illuminated through the woods. At first she would not understand my questions. I must be calm and patient. but I could not tell what it was at the time.