A walking engine of glittering metal, striding across the heather.Īrticulate ropes of steel dangle from it as it clattered, heeling one way with two feet in the air before seemingly vanishing and reappearing a hundred yards nearer. This thing, how can I describe it? Amonstrous tripod, higher than many houses, striding over the pine trees, smashing them aside. The object became clear, sharp and bright. My attention was arrested by something moving rapidly down the opposite slope of Maybury Hill.
More from our reporter Finnerty, who came almost face-to-face with one of the leviathans: 'A monstrous tripod, higher than many houses'
I found a house with its chimney shattered and the door left open and took shelter there on the corner of Maybury Hill and Pembroke Road.” He was quite dead.ĭown the road towards Maybury Bridge, there were voices and the sound of feet, but I had not the courage to shout or to go to them.
I stooped and turned him over to feel for his heart and his face leaped upon me. I saw a sturdy man, his head bent under his body, crumpled close to the fence, as though he had been flung violently against it. I saw between my feet a heap of black broadcloth and a pair of boots. Near the top, I stumbled on something soft. I made my way towards the brow of the hill, using the fence posts. When the Martian Tripod appeared, I made my way through the Maybury Estate towards East Hill. We’ve very sad to report the death of the barman of the Princess of Wales in Maybury, who Bodkin caught up with earlier.īodkin found his body crumpled against a fence barely an hour ago. We have been ordered to leave and are planning to head north-east, making cover of the trees about the Maybury Estate and Norfolk Farm, and the West Byfleet Golf Course towards Weybridge.”
Where I hide right now, many are near despair. It looks like the pit had been enlarged, and ever and again puffs of vivid green vapour stream up, whirl, break and vanish with pillars of fire about Chobham. Three of the metallic giants stand about the pit, their cowls rotating as though they are surveying the desolation they have made. Here and there some object has escaped the fury - a white railway signal here, the end of a greenhouse there, white and fresh amid the wreckage. Where flames were there are now only streamers of smoke but the countless ruins of shattered and gutted houses and blasted and blackened trees stand out now gaunt and terrible. Refugees are already heading towards London with guns set up around Chertsey and Shepperton and Weybridge to try to prevent the Martian spread towards the capital.įinnerty has sent this from Maybury Hill: The order has been made for anyone left alive in North Surrey to be evacuated.
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