BOOK ONE THE COMING OF
THE MARTIANS 0
CHAPTER ONE THE EVE OF THE WAR
No one 1
would have believed in the last years of the nineteenth century that
this world 2
was being watched keenly and closely by intelligences greater than
man 3
's and yet as mortal as
his 3
own ; that as
men 4
busied
themselves 4
about
their 4
various concerns
they 4
were scrutinised and studied , perhaps almost as narrowly as
a man with a microscope 5
might scrutinise the transient creatures that swarm and multiply in a drop of water .
With infinite complacency
men 6
went to and fro over
this globe 7
about
their 6
little affairs , serene in
their 6
assurance of
their 6
empire over matter .
It is possible that the infusoria under the microscope do the same .
No one 8
gave a thought to
the older worlds of
space 10
9
as sources of human danger , or thought of them only to dismiss the idea of life upon them as impossible or improbable .
It is curious to recall some of the mental habits of those departed days .
At most
terrestrial men 11
fancied there might be
other men 12
upon
Mars 13
, perhaps inferior to
themselves 11
and ready to welcome a missionary enterprise .
Yet across the gulf of
space 10
, minds that are to
our 14
minds as ours are to those of the beasts that perish , intellects vast and cool and unsympathetic , regarded
this earth 2
with envious eyes , and slowly and surely drew
their 15
plans against
us 16
.
And early in the twentieth century came the great disillusionment .
The planet Mars 13
,
I 17
scarcely need remind
the reader 18
, revolves about
the sun 19
at a mean distance of 140,000,000 miles , and the light and heat
it 13
receives from
the sun 19
is barely half of that received by
this world 2
.
It 13
must be , if the nebular hypothesis has any truth , older than
our 20
world 2
; and long before
this earth 2
ceased to be molten , life upon
its 13
surface must have begun its course .
The fact that
it 13
is scarcely one seventh of the volume of
the earth 2
must have accelerated
its 13
cooling to the temperature at which life could begin .
It 13
has air and water and all that is necessary for the support of animated existence .
Yet so vain is
man 21
, and so blinded by
his 21
vanity , that
no writer 22
, up to the very end of the nineteenth century , expressed any idea that intelligent life might have developed
there 13
far , or indeed at all , beyond its earthly level .
Nor was it generally understood that since
Mars 13
is older than
our 23
earth 2
, with scarcely a quarter of the superficial area and remoter from
the sun 19
, it necessarily follows that
it 13
is not only more distant from time 's beginning but nearer its end .
The secular cooling that must someday overtake
our 24
planet 2
has already gone far indeed with
our 25
neighbour 13
.
Its 13
physical condition is still largely a mystery , but
we 26
know now that even in
its 13
equatorial region the midday temperature barely approaches that of
our 27
coldest winter .
Its 13
air is much more attenuated than ours ,
its 13
oceans 28
have shrunk until they cover but a third of
its 13
surface 29
, and as
its 13
slow seasons change
huge snowcaps 30
gather and melt about
either pole 31
and periodically inundate
its 13
temperate zones 32
.
That last stage of exhaustion , which to
us 33
is still incredibly remote , has become a present-day problem for
the inhabitants of
Mars 13
0
.
The immediate pressure of necessity has brightened
their 0
intellects , enlarged
their 0
powers , and hardened
their 0
hearts .
And looking across space with instruments , and intelligences such as
we 34
have scarcely dreamed of ,
they 0
see , at
its 35
nearest distance only 35,000,000 of miles sunward of
them 0
,
a morning star of hope 35
,
our 36
own warmer planet , green with vegetation and grey with water , with a cloudy atmosphere eloquent of fertility , with glimpses through
its 35
drifting cloud wisps of broad stretches of
populous country 37
and
narrow , navy-crowded seas 38
89
.
And
we 40
men 39
,
the creatures who inhabit
this earth 2
90
, must be to
them 0
at least as alien and lowly as are the monkeys and lemurs to
us 41
.
The intellectual side of
man 42
already admits that life is an incessant struggle for existence , and it would seem that this too is the belief of the minds upon
Mars 13
.
Their 0
world 13
is far gone in
its 13
cooling and
this world 2
is still crowded with life , but crowded only with what
they 0
regard as inferior animals .
To carry warfare sunward is , indeed ,
their 0
only escape from the destruction that , generation after generation , creeps upon
them 0
.
And before
we 43
judge of
them 0
too harshly
we 44
must remember what ruthless and utter destruction
our 46
own species 45
has wrought , not only upon animals , such as the vanished bison and the dodo , but upon
its 45
inferior races .
The Tasmanians 47
, in spite of
their 45
human 48
likeness , were entirely swept out of existence in a war of extermination waged by
European immigrants 49
, in the space of fifty years .
Are
we 50
such apostles of mercy 91
as to complain if
the Martians 0
warred in the same spirit ?
The Martians 0
seem to have calculated
their 0
descent with amazing subtlety --
their 0
mathematical learning is evidently far in excess of ours -- and to have carried out
their 0
preparations with a well-nigh perfect unanimity .
Had
our 51
instruments permitted it ,
we 52
might have seen the gathering trouble far back in the nineteenth century .
Men like
Schiaparelli 54
53
watched the red planet -- it is odd , by-the-bye , that for countless centuries
Mars 13
has been
the star of war 92
-- but failed to interpret the fluctuating appearances of the markings
they 53
mapped so well .
All that time
the Martians 0
must have been getting ready .
During the opposition of 1894 a great light was seen on the illuminated part of the disk , first at
the Lick Observatory 55
, then by
Perrotin of
Nice 57
56
, and then by
other observers 58
.
English readers 59
heard of it first in the issue of _ Nature _ dated August 2 .
I 17
am inclined to think that this blaze may have been the casting of the huge gun , in the vast pit sunk into
their 0
planet , from which
their 0
shots were fired at
us 60
.
Peculiar markings , as yet unexplained , were seen near
the site of that outbreak 61
during the next two oppositions .
The storm burst upon
us 62
six years ago now .
As
Mars 13
approached opposition ,
Lavelle of
Java 64
63
set the wires of the astronomical exchange palpitating with the amazing intelligence of a huge outbreak of incandescent gas upon the planet .
It had occurred towards midnight of the twelfth ; and the spectroscope , to which
he 63
had at once resorted , indicated a mass of flaming gas , chiefly hydrogen , moving with an enormous velocity towards
this earth 2
.
This jet of fire had become invisible about a quarter past twelve .
He 63
compared it to a colossal puff of flame suddenly and violently squirted out of the planet , " as flaming gases rushed out of a gun . "
A singularly appropriate phrase it proved .
Yet the next day there was nothing of this in the papers except a little note in the _ Daily Telegraph _ , and
the world 65
went in ignorance of one of the gravest dangers that ever threatened
the human race 66
.
I 17
might not have heard of the eruption at all had
I 17
not met
Ogilvy 67
,
the well-known astronomer 88
, at
Ottershaw 68
.
He 67
was immensely excited at the news , and in the excess of
his 67
feelings invited
me 17
up to take a turn with
him 67
that night in a scrutiny of
the red planet 13
.
In spite of all that has happened since ,
I 17
still remember that vigil very distinctly :
the black and silent observatory 69
, the shadowed lantern throwing a feeble glow upon the floor in the corner , the steady ticking of the clockwork of the telescope , the little slit in the roof -- an oblong profundity with the stardust streaked across it .
Ogilvy 67
moved about , invisible but audible .
Looking through the telescope , one saw a circle of deep blue and
the little round planet swimming in the field 13
.
It seemed such a little thing , so bright and small and still , faintly marked with transverse stripes , and slightly flattened from the perfect round .
But so little it was , so silvery warm -- a pin 's - head of light !
It was as if it quivered , but really this was the telescope vibrating with the activity of the clockwork that kept
the planet 13
in view .
As
I 17
watched ,
the planet 13
seemed to grow larger and smaller and to advance and recede , but that was simply that
my 17
eye was tired .
Forty millions of miles it was from
us 70
-- more than forty millions of miles of void .
Few people 71
realise the immensity of vacancy in which the dust of the material universe swims .
Near it in
the field 72
,
I 17
remember , were
three faint points of light 73
,
three telescopic stars infinitely remote 74
, and all around it was the unfathomable darkness of
empty space 75
.
You 76
know how that blackness looks on a frosty starlight night .
In a telescope it seems far profounder .
And invisible to
me 17
because it was so remote and small , flying swiftly and steadily towards
me 17
across that incredible distance , drawing nearer every minute by so many thousands of miles , came the Thing
they 0
were sending
us 77
, the Thing that was to bring so much struggle and calamity and death to
the earth 2
.
I 17
never dreamed of it then as
I 17
watched ;
no one on
earth 2
78
dreamed of that unerring missile .
That night , too , there was another jetting out of gas from
the distant planet 13
.
I 17
saw it .
A reddish flash at the edge , the slightest projection of the outline just as the chronometer struck midnight ; and at that
I 17
told
Ogilvy 67
and
he 67
took
my 17
place .
The night was warm and
I 17
was thirsty , and
I 17
went stretching
my 17
legs clumsily and feeling
my 17
way in the darkness , to the little table where the siphon stood , while
Ogilvy 67
exclaimed at the streamer of gas that came out towards
us 79
.
That night another invisible missile started on its way to
the earth 2
from
Mars 13
, just a second or so under twenty-four hours after the first one .
I 17
remember how
I 17
sat on the table there in the blackness , with patches of green and crimson swimming before
my 17
eyes .
I 17
wished
I 17
had a light to smoke by , little suspecting the meaning of the minute gleam
I 17
had seen and all that it would presently bring
me 17
.
Ogilvy 67
watched till one , and then gave it up ; and
we 80
lit the lantern and walked over to
his 67
house 81
.
Down below in the darkness were
Ottershaw 68
and
Chertsey 82
and
all
their 84
hundreds of people 83
, sleeping in peace .
He 67
was full of speculation that night about the condition of
Mars 13
, and scoffed at the vulgar idea of its having
inhabitants who were signalling
us 86
85
.
His 67
idea was that meteorites might be falling in a heavy shower upon
the planet 13
, or that a huge volcanic explosion was in progress .
He 67
pointed out to
me 17
how unlikely it was that organic evolution had taken the same direction in
the two adjacent planets 87
.