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One night (the first missile then could scarcely have been 10,000,000 miles away) I went for a walk with my wife.  It was starlight and I explained the Signs of the Zodiac to her, and pointed out Mars, a bright dot of light creeping zenithward, towards which so many telescopes were pointed.  It was a warm night.  Coming home, a party of excursionists from Chertsey or Isleworth passed us singing and playing music.  There were lights in the upper windows of the houses as the people went to bed.  From the railway station in the distance came the sound of shunting trains, ringing and rumbling, softened almost into melody by the distance.  My wife pointed out to me the brightness of the red, green, and yellow signal lights hanging in a framework against the sky.  It seemed so safe and tranquil.

CHAPTER TWO

THE FALLING STAR

Then came the night of the first falling star.  It was seen early in the morning, rushing over Winchester eastward, a line of flame high in the atmosphere.  Hundreds must have seen it, and taken it for an ordinary falling star.  Albin described it as leaving a greenish streak behind it that glowed for some seconds.  Denning, our greatest authority on meteorites, stated that the height of its first appearance was about ninety or one hundred miles.  It seemed to him that it fell to earth about one hundred miles east of him.

I was at home at that hour and writing in my study; and although my French windows face towards Ottershaw and the blind was up (for I loved in those days to look up at the night sky), I saw nothing of it. Yet this strangest of all things that ever came to earth from outer space must have fallen while I was sitting there, visible to me had I only looked up as it passed.  Some of those who saw its flight say it travelled with a hissing sound.  I myself heard nothing of that.  Many people in Berkshire, Surrey, and Middlesex must have seen the fall of it, and, at most, have thought that another meteorite had descended. No one seems to have troubled to look for the fallen mass that night.

But very early in the morning poor Ogilvy, who had seen the shooting star and who was persuaded that a meteorite lay somewhere on the common between Horsell, Ottershaw, and Woking, rose early with the idea of finding it.  Find it he did, soon after dawn, and not far from the sand pits.  An enormous hole had been made by the impact of the projectile, and the sand and gravel had been flung violently in every direction over the heath, forming heaps visible a mile and a half away.  The heather was on fire eastward, and a thin blue smoke rose against the dawn.

The Thing itself lay almost entirely buried in sand, amidst the scattered splinters of a fir tree it had shivered to fragments in its descent.  The uncovered part had the appearance of a huge cylinder, caked over and its outline softened by a thick scaly dun-coloured incrustation.  It had a diameter of about thirty yards.  He approached the mass, surprised at the size and more so at the shape, since most meteorites are rounded more or less completely.  It was, however, still so hot from its flight through the air as to forbid his near approach.  A stirring noise within its cylinder he ascribed to the unequal cooling of its surface; for at that time it had not occurred to him that it might be hollow.
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