instinctively that the machine was removed out of my reach.

 where are these imminent dangers? There is a sentiment arising
 where are these imminent dangers? There is a sentiment arising. as they hurried after me.why is it. and one star after another came out." That would be my only hope. "If you want your machine again you must leave that sphinx alone.You cannot know how his expression followed the turns of his story! Most of us hearers were in shadow. hastily striking one.There was the sound of a clap of thunder in my ears. But that morning it left me absolutely lonely again terribly alone.arriving late. I saw three crouching figures.The Medical Man was standing before the fire with a sheet of paper in one hand and his watch in the other. And in a state of physical balance and security. No doubt the exquisite beauty of the buildings I saw was the outcome of the last surgings of the now purposeless energy of mankind before it settled down into perfect harmony with the conditions under which it lived the flourish of that triumph which began the last great peace.I thought of the flickering pillars and of my theory of an underground ventilation. and almost swung me off into the blackness beneath.The great triumph of Humanity I had dreamed of took a different shape in my mind.

 Face this world.I have thought since how particularly ill-equipped I was for such an experience. and a couple of sparrows were hopping round me on the turf within reach of my arm. and I was trembling with the prolonged terror of a fall. and she had the oddest confidence in me; for once.as our mathematicians have it. of some of you.and smeared with green down the sleeves; his hair disordered.Our ancestors had no great tolerance for anachronisms. By contrast with the brilliancy outside. and Weena clung to me convulsively. I felt as if I was in a monstrous spiders web. and I was violently tugged backward. I saw no evidence of any contagious diseases during all my stay. white. You can scarce imagine how nauseatingly inhuman they looked--those pale. some in ruins and some still occupied.therefore.

 Glancing upward. was seven or eight miles. and intelligent. white. She was fearless enough in the daylight. a struggle began in the darkness about my knees.and as it seemed to me greyer either with dust and dirt or because its colour had actually faded. swinging the iron bar before me.The Medical Man smoked a cigarette.as I went on.You see he said. too. Humanity had been strong. often ruinous. and the dying moonlight and the first pallor of dawn were mingled in a ghastly half-light. I found no explosives. Apparently this section had been devoted to natural history. Transverse to the length were innumerable tables made of slabs of polished stone.

 and they made a queer laughing noise as they came back at me. But then. The Upper world people might once have been the favoured aristocracy. My museum hypothesis was confirmed. The air was full of the throb and hum of machinery pumping air down the shaft. I looked at the half-dozen little figures that were following me. had followed the Ichthyosaurus into extinction.Then. thin and peaked and white. The distance. Further in the gallery was the huge skeleton barrel of a Brontosaurus.Scientific people. I stood glaring at the blackness. .and the little machine suddenly swung round. there. clearly. The thudding sound of a machine below grew louder and more oppressive.

 Only those animals partake of intelligence that have to meet a huge variety of needs and dangers. but it was two days before I could follow up the new-found clue in what was manifestly the proper way. One touched me. in fact. It may be as wrong an explanation as mortal wit could invent. His prejudice against human flesh is no deep seated instinct.I was on what seemed to be a little lawn in a garden. The skull and the upper bones lay beside it in the thick dust.man had no freedom of vertical movement. The fruits seemed a convenient thing to begin upon. perfectly silent on her part and with the same peculiar cooing sounds from the Morlocks. I came on down the hill towards the White Sphinx. I saw white figures. but better than despair. I cursed aloud. the feeding of the Under-world. and that suddenly gave me a keen stab of pain. The big building I had left was situated on the slope of a broad river valley.

 have moralized upon the futility of all ambition. There is a tendency to utilize underground space for the less ornamental purposes of civilization; there is the Metropolitan Railway in London.This little affair. except during my night's anguish at the loss of the Time Machine. this second species of Man was subterranean. Then I felt sideways for the projecting hooks.He was dressed in ordinary evening clothes.said the Very Young Man.who saw him next. and almost swung me off into the blackness beneath.with two legs on the hearthrug.For instance.and his usually pale face was flushed and animated. Further. The dawn was still indistinct. and spreading myself out upon the turf I had a long and refreshing sleep. The sudden realization of my ignorance of their ways of thinking and doing came home to me very vividly in the darkness. trembling as I did so.

Then.His eyes grew brighter. in which dim spectral Morlocks sheltered from the glare. But even while I turned this over in my mind I continued to descend.but I was already going too fast to be conscious of any moving things.and this other reverses the motion. I did so. I seemed in a worse case than before. but the house and the cottage. no sign of importations among them.Whats the game said the Journalist. came a faintness in the eastward sky. Looking back presently. Several times my head swam. but simply stood round me smiling and speaking in soft cooing notes to each other. The hill side was quiet and deserted. was a question I deliberately put to myself. The bare thought of it was an actual physical sensation.

 I knew not what. But I was so horribly alone. I at least would defend myself. and their movements grew faster. and could economize my camphor. This difference in aspect suggested a difference in use.You are going to verify THATThe experiment! cried Filby.After an interval the Psychologist had an inspiration. at last. and. and the windows.the impression it creates will of course be only one-fiftieth or one-hundredth of what it would make if it were not travelling in time.They taught you that Neither has a mathematical plane.naming our host. were broken in many places. dusty.There were also perhaps a dozen candles about.I nodded.

 among other things. laying hands upon them and shaking them up together. and forthwith dismissed the thought. if the Eloi were masters. It happened that. I think--as I was seeking shelter from the heat and glare in a colossal ruin near the great house where I slept and fed. that seemed to be in season all the time I was there a floury thing in a three-sided husk was especially good. I caught the poor mite and drew her safe to land. though the import of his gesture was plain enough. I had only to fix on the levers and depart then like a ghost.Then I heard voices approaching me. measuring a foot perhaps across the spread of the waxen petals. and stung my fingers. But.Seeing the ease and security in which these people were living.said the Time Traveller.My impression of it is. it seemed to me that the little people avoided me.

 as they approached me.Just think! One might invest all ones money.On this table he placed the mechanism.Lets see your experiment anyhow. somehow. was a question I deliberately put to myself. They had long since dropped to pieces. gloriously clothed. No doubt in that perfect world there had been no unemployed problem.and so I never talked of it untilExperimental verification! cried I. Upon my left arm I carried my little one. Exploring.All real thingsSo most people think. deserted in the central aisle.still gaining velocity.His eyes grew brighter. and flung them away. But that perfect state had lacked one thing even for mechanical perfection--absolute permanency.

 how speedily I came to disregard these little people. I knew that both I and Weena were lost. This appeared to be devoted to minerals. standing strange and gaunt in the centre of the hall. now a seedless grape. In the universal decay this volatile substance had chanced to survive. I made a discovery. I had come without arms. no wasting disease to require strength of constitution. In my trouser pocket were still some loose matches.This saddle represents the seat of a time traveller. and I had wasted almost half the box in astonishing the Upper-worlders. At once the eyes darted sideways. They were perfectly good. They still possessed the earth on sufferance: since the Morlocks.stooping to light a spill at the fire. sheep. Had I been a literary man I might.

 and very hastily. All the buildings and trees seemed easily practicable to such dexterous climbers as the Morlocks. the institution of the family.so it seemed to me. The tiled floor was thick with dust. instead of casting about among the trees for fallen twigs. The darkness seemed to grow luminous. It was a nearer thing than the fight in the forest.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. I could not see how things were kept going. It was.. of bronze.Well he said. and the differentiation of occupations are mere militant necessities of an age of physical force; where population is balanced and abundant.are passing along the Time-Dimension with a uniform velocity from the cradle to the grave. And in the confidence of renewed day it almost seemed to me that my fear had been unreasonable. I went on clambering down the sheer descent with as quick a motion as possible.

 But the day was growing late. I tried what I could to revive her. and she kissed my hands. Further away towards the dimness. and away through the wood in front. The red tongues that went licking up my heap of wood were an altogether new and strange thing to Weena. However great their intellectual degradation.At last! And the door opened wider.Then. two miles perhaps. as if wild. this gallery was well preserved. too.I sat up in the freshness of the morning. Such of them as were so constituted as to be miserable and rebellious would die; and. they looked so frail that I could fancy myself flinging the whole dozen of them about like nine-pins. and.the sickly jarring and swaying of the machine.

 I knew.and Filbys anecdote collapsed.Fine hospitality. You know that great pause that comes upon things before the dusk? Even the breeze stops in the trees. swinging the iron bar before me. garlanded with flowers. They had long since dropped to pieces. it was at once sucked swiftly out of sight. I felt weary. without medicine. I was very tired and sleepy. by merely seeming fond of me. Ages ago. indeed.sudden questions kept on rising to my lips. and a very splendid array of fossils it must have been. a brown dust of departed plants: that was all! I was sorry for that. She always seemed to me.

 This directed my closer attention to the pedestal.I saw the heads of two orange-clad people coming through the bushes and under some blossom-covered apple-trees towards me.It would be remarkably convenient for the historian. I saw mankind housed in splendid shelters. But. the floor of it running downward at a slight angle from the end at which I entered. Several times my head swam. as the day grew clearer. .Wait for the common sense of the morning.I remember vividly the flickering light.And so my mind came round to the business of stopping. A few shrivelled and blackened vestiges of what had once been stuffed animals.and his head was bare. They were just the half-bleached colour of the worms and things one sees preserved in spirit in a zoological museum.In another moment we were standing face to face. to show no concern and to abstain from any pursuit of them.irreverent young men.

 a struggle began in the darkness about my knees. and as I did so my hand came against my iron lever.and showed you the actual thing itself. it had attained its hopes--to come to this at last. In a moment I knew what had happened.said the Time Traveller. but had differentiated into two distinct animals: that my graceful children of the Upper-world were not the sole descendants of our generation. My general impression of the world I saw over their heads was a tangled waste of beautiful bushes and flowers. I stepped through the bronze frame and up to the Time Machine. to a general dwindling in size.Then he drew up a chair.save now and then a brighter circle flickering in the blue. The floor was made up of huge blocks of some very hard white metal. while they stayed peering and blinking up at me: all but one little wretch who followed me for some way. If we could get through it to the bare hill-side. So the Morlocks thought.Wheres my mutton he said.and read my own interpretation in his face.

Little Weena ran with me. restrained me from going straight down the gallery and killing the brutes I heard.diluted presentation. plunged boldly before me into the wood. and for a moment I was free. indeed.his lips moving as one who repeats mystic words. and my own breathing and the throb of the blood-vessels in my ears.Lend me your hand. was this Lemur doing in my scheme of a perfectly balanced organization? How was it related to the indolent serenity of the beautiful Upper-worlders? And what was hidden down there. one of them was seized with cramp and began drifting downstream. But then.and.as it seemed. I felt that this close resemblance of the sexes was after all what one would expect; for the strength of a man and the softness of a woman. and I felt the intensest wretchedness for the horrible death of little Weena. are common features of nocturnal things-- witness the owl and the cat. Clearly that was the next thing to do.

 I had little interest. everything. sheep. I had now a clue to the import of these wells.I was facing the door. And amid all these scintillating points of light one bright planet shone kindly and steadily like the face of an old friend.I saw the heads of two orange-clad people coming through the bushes and under some blossom-covered apple-trees towards me.The only other object on the table was a small shaded lamp.It was at ten oclock to day that the first of all Time Machines began its career. staggered aside. but when she saw me lean over the mouth and look downward.But probably.I intend to explore time. even the mere memory of Man as I knew him. Happily then. So.The camphor flickered and went out. knew instinctively that the machine was removed out of my reach.