Chapter 989:

meteor.
Then came the night of the first meteor. It can be seen early in the morning, flying east over Winchester, there is a flame in the atmosphere. Hundreds of people must have seen it and regarded it as an ordinary meteor. It is described as leaving a green streak behind and glowing for a few seconds. We say to tannin, the greatest authority on meteorites, that the height of its first appearance is about 90 or 100 miles. In his opinion, it fell about a hundred miles east of him.
I was at home and writing in the study. Although my floor-to-ceiling windows were facing, the blind man stood up because I loved to look up at the night sky, but I saw nothing. However, when I was sitting there, the strangest part of everything that landed on Earth from outer space must have fallen. Some people who saw it fly said that its operation made a hissing noise. I didn't hear anything myself. Many people in Berkshire, Surrey, and Middlesex must have seen it collapse, and at best thought it was another meteorite. No one seemed to bother looking for falling objects that night.
But very early, poor Ogilvy saw the meteor and persuaded the meteorite to spread on the common ground between Horshl, Outshaw and Woking, and he got up early with the idea of ​​discovering it. Find the work he completed shortly after dawn, and not far from the sandpit. The impact of the projectile made a huge hole, and sand and gravel were thrown violently in all directions on the wasteland, forming a visible pile for a mile and a half. Heather caught fire to the east, and a faint blue smoke rose at dawn.
The thing itself was almost completely buried in the sand, among the scattered debris of the cedar trees, it trembled into pieces as it descended. The exposed part looks like a huge cylinder, agglomerated, and its outline is softened by the thick scaly sand-colored hard shell. Its diameter is about thirty yards. He approached the mass and was surprised by the size and the shape, because most meteorites were more or less completely rounded. However, the weather that flew in from the sky was still so hot that he could not get close. The harsh noise in his cylinder was attributed to uneven cooling on its surface. Because at that time he had not thought that it might be hollow.
He was still standing on the edge of the pit that things made for himself, staring at its strange appearance, mainly amazed by its unusual shape and color, and even vaguely noticed some design evidence when he got there. The morning was still very beautiful, the sun was shining on the pine trees, falling towards Weybridge. He did not remember hearing any birds that morning. There must be no breeze stirring. The only sound was the faint movement in the Cinderella tank. He is alone.
Then suddenly he began to notice some gray clinker covering the gray-white crust of the meteorite falling from the rounded edge of the end. It fell into thin slices and landed on the beach. A large piece suddenly fell and made a harsh sound, causing his heart to enter his mouth.
For a minute he hardly realized what it meant, and despite the high heat, he crawled into the pit near the big block to see things more clearly. Even then, he still thought that the cooling of the car body might be the cause of this situation, but what bothered this idea was the fact that soot only fell from the end of the cylinder.
Then he realized that the round top of the cylinder was rotating very slowly on its body. It was a gradual movement, so much so that he only noticed that the black mark that had approached him five minutes ago was now on the other side of the circle. Even then, he hardly understood what it meant until he heard a hoarse, harsh sound and saw the black mark jump about an inch before. Then things flashed past. The cylinder is artificially hollow, one end is screwed out! There is something in the cylinder loosening the top!
"My god!" Ogilvy said. "There is a person in it, there is a person in it! Half of it is roasted! Trying to escape!"
He immediately connected with the flash of light on Mars with a rapid mental leap.
The thought of the restricted animal made him so terrified that he forgot to heat it up and walked to the cylinder to help turn around. Fortunately, the dull radiation fascinated him, and then he could burn his hands on the still glowing metal. At that time he stood unsteadily, for a moment, then turned around, crawled out of the pit, and ran towards Woking frantically. The time must be about six o'clock then. He encountered a station wagon and tried to make him understand, but the story he told and his appearance were so crazy-his hat fell into the pit, so that the man just continued to drive. He was also unsuccessful against the Popman who had just opened the door to the Hosier Bridge’s Tavern. The guy thought he was a lunatic and didn't succeed in putting him in the toilet. This made him a little dizzy. When he saw Henderson,
He yelled, "Henderson, have you seen the meteor last night?"
"Okay?" Henderson said.
"Now in theaters in Hallhill Prince."
"Good lord!" Henderson said. "Fallen meteorite! That's good."
"But it's not just a meteorite. It's a cylinder, an artificial cylinder, man! There's something in it."
Henderson stood up with a shovel in his hand.
"What is that?" he said. He turned a deaf ear.
Ogilvy told him everything he had seen. Henderson took about a minute. Then he put down the shovel, grabbed his coat, and walked on the road. The two hurried back to the public place immediately and found that the cylinder was still in the same position. But now the sound inside has stopped, and a bright thin metal line appears between the top of the cylinder and the cylinder. The air enters or escapes with a slight hoarse voice.
They listened, tapping the scaly burning metal with sticks, and then indifferent, all concluded that one or more of the men inside must be unreasonable or dead.
Of course, the two people are completely powerless. They shouted comfort and promises, and then went back to town again for help. It is conceivable that they are covered by sand, excited and disorderly, running in the small streets under bright sunlight, just like people in a store putting down blinds and people opening the windows of their bedrooms. Henderson immediately entered the train station in order to report the news to London. The article in the newspaper prepared for the idea.
By eight o'clock, many boys and unemployed people have begun to see "the dead from Mars" for ordinary people. That is the form of the story. When I went out to read the "Daily Chronicle", I first heard about this from my newsboy about one quarter to nine o'clock. I was taken aback naturally, and I went out across the bridge to the sandpit without hesitation.
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