BOOK ONE: THE COMING OF THE MARTIANS
CHAPTER 12: WHAT I SAW OF THE DESTRUCTION OF WEYBRIDGE AND SHEPPERTON
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Except the lodge at the Orphanage, which was still on fire,
none of the houses had suffered very greatly here. The Heat-Ray
had shaved the chimney tops and passed. Yet, save ourselves, there did not seem to be a living soul on Maybury
Hill. The majority of the inhabitants had escaped, I suppose,
by way of the Old Woking road--the road I had taken when
I drove to Leatherhead--or they had hidden.
We went down the lane, by the body of the man in black,
sodden now from the overnight hail, and broke into the
woods at the foot of the hill. We pushed through these
towards the railway without meeting a soul. The woods
across the line were but the scarred and blackened ruins of
woods; for the most part the trees had fallen, but a certain
proportion still stood, dismal grey stems, with dark brown
foliage instead of green.
On our side the fire had done no more than scorch the
nearer trees; it had failed to secure its footing. In one place
the woodmen had been at work on Saturday; trees, felled
and freshly trimmed, lay in a clearing, with heaps of sawdust
by the sawing-machine and its engine. Hard by was a temporary hut, deserted. There was not a breath of wind this
morning, and everything was strangely still. Even the birds
were hushed, and as we hurried along I and the artilleryman
talked in whispers and looked now and again over our
shoulders. Once or twice we stopped to listen.
After a time we drew near the road, and as we did so we
heard the clatter of hoofs and saw through the tree stems
three cavalry soldiers riding slowly towards Woking. We
hailed them, and they halted while we hurried towards them.
It was a lieutenant and a couple of privates of the 8th Hussars, with a stand like a theodolite, which the artilleryman
told me was a heliograph.
"You are the first men I've seen coming this way this morning," said the lieutenant. "What's brewing?"
His voice and face were eager. The men behind him stared
curiously. The artilleryman jumped down the bank into the
road and saluted.
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