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"Did I not tell you
that we of the ruling class owned all the land, all the forest,
everything? Any food-getter who would not get food for us, him we punished
or compelled to starve to death. And very few did that. They preferred to
get food for us, and make clothes for us, and prepare and administer to us
a thousand—a mussel-shell, Hoo-Hoo—a thousand satisfactions and delights.
And I was Professor Smith in those days—Professor James Howard Smith. And
my lecture courses were very popular—that is, very many of the young men
and women liked to hear me talk about the books other men had
written.

"And I was very happy, and I had beautiful
things to eat. And my hands were soft, because I did no work with them,
and my body was clean all over and dressed in the softest garments— />"He surveyed his mangy goat-skin with disgust.
/>"We did not wear such things in those days. Even the slaves had
better garments. And we were most clean. We washed our faces and hands
often every day. You boys never wash unless you fall into the water or go
swimming."

"Neither do you Granzer," Hoo-Hoo
retorted.

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"I know, I know, I am
a filthy old man, but times have changed. Nobody washes these days, there
are no conveniences. It is sixty years since I have seen a piece of
soap.

"You do not know what soap is, and I shall
not tell you, for I am telling the story of the Scarlet Death. You know
what sickness is. We called it a disease. Very many of the diseases came
from what we called germs. Remember that word—germs. A germ is a very
small thing. It is like a woodtick, such as you find on the dogs in the
spring of the year when they run in the forest. Only the germ is very
small. It is so small that you cannot see it—"
/>

Hoo-Hoo began to laugh.

/>"You're a queer un, Granser, talking about things you can't see. If
you can't see 'em, how do you know they are? That's what I want to know.
How do you know anything you can't see?"
"A good question, a
very good question, Hoo-Hoo. But we did see—some of them. We had what we
called microscopes and ultramicroscopes, and we put them to our eyes and
looked through them, so that we saw things larger than they really were,
and many things we could not see without the microscopes at all. Our best
ultramicroscopes could make a germ look forty thousand times larger. A
mussel-shell is a thousand fingers like Edwin's. Take forty mussel-shells,
and by as many times larger was the germ when we looked at it through a
microscope. And after that, we had other ways, by using what we called
moving pictures, of making the forty-thousand-times germ many, many
thousand times larger still. And thus we saw all these things which our
eyes of themselves could not see. Take a grain of sand. Break it into ten
pieces. Take one piece and break it into ten. Break one of those pieces
into ten, and one of those into ten, and one of those into ten, and one of
those into ten, and do it all day, and maybe, by sunset, you will have a
piece as small as one of the germs." The boys were openly incredulous.
Hare-Lip sniffed and sneered and Hoo-Hoo snickered, until Edwin nudged
them to be silent.

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The incubators are
built in remote fastnesses, where there is little or no likelihood of
their being discovered by other tribes. The result of such a catastrophe
would mean no children in the community for another five years. I was
later to witness the results of the discovery of an alien incubator. />The community of which the green Martians with whom my lot was cast
formed a part was composed of some thirty thousand souls. They roamed an
enormous tract of arid and semi-arid land between forty and eighty degrees
south latitude, and bounded on the east and west by two large fertile
tracts. Their headquarters lay in the southwest corner of this district,
near the crossing of two of the so-called Martian canals. />
As the incubator had been placed far north of their own
territory in a supposedly uninhabited and unfrequented area, we had before
us a tremendous journey, concerning which I, of course, knew
nothing.

After our return to the dead city I passed
several days in comparative idleness. On the day following our return all
the warriors had ridden forth early in the morning and had not returned
until just before darkness fell. As I later learned, they had been to the
subterranean vaults in which the eggs were kept and had transported them
to the incubator, which they had then walled up for another five years,
and which, in all probability, would not be visited again during that
period.

"Did I not tell you that we of the ruling class owned all the land, all the forest, everything? Any food-getter who would not get food for us, him we punished or compelled to starve to death. And very few did that. They preferred to get food for us, and make clothes for us, and prepare and administer to us a thousand—a mussel-shell, Hoo-Hoo—a thousand satisfactions and delights. And I was Professor Smith in those days—Professor James Howard Smith. And my lecture courses were very popular—that is, very many of the young men and women liked to hear me talk about the books other men had written.

"And I was very happy, and I had beautiful things to eat. And my hands were soft, because I did no work with them, and my body was clean all over and dressed in the softest garments—
"He surveyed his mangy goat-skin with disgust.

"We did not wear such things in those days. Even the slaves had better garments. And we were most clean. We washed our faces and hands often every day. You boys never wash unless you fall into the water or go swimming."

"Neither do you Granzer," Hoo-Hoo retorted.

"I know, I know, I am a filthy old man, but times have changed. Nobody washes these days, there are no conveniences. It is sixty years since I have seen a piece of soap.

"You do not know what soap is, and I shall not tell you, for I am telling the story of the Scarlet Death. You know what sickness is. We called it a disease. Very many of the diseases came from what we called germs. Remember that word—germs. A germ is a very small thing. It is like a woodtick, such as you find on the dogs in the spring of the year when they run in the forest. Only the germ is very small. It is so small that you cannot see it—"

Hoo-Hoo began to laugh.

"You're a queer un, Granser, talking about things you can't see. If you can't see 'em, how do you know they are? That's what I want to know. How do you know anything you can't see?"
"A good question, a very good question, Hoo-Hoo. But we did see—some of them. We had what we called microscopes and ultramicroscopes, and we put them to our eyes and looked through them, so that we saw things larger than they really were, and many things we could not see without the microscopes at all. Our best ultramicroscopes could make a germ look forty thousand times larger. A mussel-shell is a thousand fingers like Edwin's. Take forty mussel-shells, and by as many times larger was the germ when we looked at it through a microscope. And after that, we had other ways, by using what we called moving pictures, of making the forty-thousand-times germ many, many thousand times larger still. And thus we saw all these things which our eyes of themselves could not see. Take a grain of sand. Break it into ten pieces. Take one piece and break it into ten. Break one of those pieces into ten, and one of those into ten, and one of those into ten, and one of those into ten, and do it all day, and maybe, by sunset, you will have a piece as small as one of the germs." The boys were openly incredulous. Hare-Lip sniffed and sneered and Hoo-Hoo snickered, until Edwin nudged them to be silent.

The incubators are built in remote fastnesses, where there is little or no likelihood of their being discovered by other tribes. The result of such a catastrophe would mean no children in the community for another five years. I was later to witness the results of the discovery of an alien incubator.
The community of which the green Martians with whom my lot was cast formed a part was composed of some thirty thousand souls. They roamed an enormous tract of arid and semi-arid land between forty and eighty degrees south latitude, and bounded on the east and west by two large fertile tracts. Their headquarters lay in the southwest corner of this district, near the crossing of two of the so-called Martian canals.

As the incubator had been placed far north of their own territory in a supposedly uninhabited and unfrequented area, we had before us a tremendous journey, concerning which I, of course, knew nothing.

After our return to the dead city I passed several days in comparative idleness. On the day following our return all the warriors had ridden forth early in the morning and had not returned until just before darkness fell. As I later learned, they had been to the subterranean vaults in which the eggs were kept and had transported them to the incubator, which they had then walled up for another five years, and which, in all probability, would not be visited again during that period.

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style="text-align: center;">Perfect Dessert

When, an hour
later, a Martian appeared beyond the Clock Tower and waded down the river,
nothing but wreckage floated above Limehouse.

Of
the falling of the fifth cylinder I have presently to tell. The sixth star
fell at Wimbledon. My brother, keeping watch beside the women in the
chaise in a meadow, saw the green flash of it far beyond the hills. On
Tuesday the little party, still set upon getting across the sea, made its
way through the swarming country towards Colchester. The news that the
Martians were now in possession of the whole of London was confirmed. They
had been seen at Highgate, and even, it was said, at Neasden. But they did
not come into my brother's view until the morrow.
/>That day the scattered multitudes began to realise the urgent need of
provisions. As they grew hungry the rights of property ceased to be
regarded. Farmers were out to defend their cattle-sheds, granaries, and
ripening root crops with arms in their hands. A number of people now, like
my brother, had their faces eastward, and there were some desperate souls
even going back towards London to get food. These were chiefly people from
the northern suburbs, whose knowledge of the Black Smoke came by hearsay.
He heard that about half the members of the government had gathered at
Birmingham, and that enormous quantities of high explosives were being
prepared to be used in automatic mines across the Midland counties. />
He was also told that the Midland Railway Company had
replaced the desertions of the first day's panic, had resumed traffic, and
was running northward trains from St. Albans to relieve the congestion of
the home counties. There was also a placard in Chipping Ongar announcing
that large stores of flour were available in the northern towns and that
within twenty-four hours bread would be distributed among the starving
people in the neighbourhood. But this intelligence did not deter him from
the plan of escape he had formed, and the three pressed eastward all day,
and heard no more of the bread distribution than this promise. Nor, as a
matter of fact, did anyone else hear more of it. That night fell the
seventh star, falling upon Primrose Hill. It fell while Miss Elphinstone
was watching, for she took that duty alternately with my brother. She saw
it.

"Look here, Hare-Lip, you
believe in lots of things you can't
see."

"What is it?" asked the little old
woman, and looked, and began to laugh.

• 'I
  mean what I say,' the Mock Turtle replied in an offended
  tone
• And the Gryphon added 'Come, let's hear some of
  YOUR adventures
• ' 'I could tell you my
  adventures—beginning from this morning,' said Alice a little timidly: 'but
  it's no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person
  then
• ' 'Explain all that,' said the Mock
  Turtle
• 'No, no! The adventures first,' said the
  Gryphon in an impatient tone: 'explanations take such a dreadful
  time

Perfect Dessert

When, an hour later, a Martian appeared beyond the Clock Tower and waded down the river, nothing but wreckage floated above Limehouse.

Of the falling of the fifth cylinder I have presently to tell. The sixth star fell at Wimbledon. My brother, keeping watch beside the women in the chaise in a meadow, saw the green flash of it far beyond the hills. On Tuesday the little party, still set upon getting across the sea, made its way through the swarming country towards Colchester. The news that the Martians were now in possession of the whole of London was confirmed. They had been seen at Highgate, and even, it was said, at Neasden. But they did not come into my brother's view until the morrow.

That day the scattered multitudes began to realise the urgent need of provisions. As they grew hungry the rights of property ceased to be regarded. Farmers were out to defend their cattle-sheds, granaries, and ripening root crops with arms in their hands. A number of people now, like my brother, had their faces eastward, and there were some desperate souls even going back towards London to get food. These were chiefly people from the northern suburbs, whose knowledge of the Black Smoke came by hearsay. He heard that about half the members of the government had gathered at Birmingham, and that enormous quantities of high explosives were being prepared to be used in automatic mines across the Midland counties.

He was also told that the Midland Railway Company had replaced the desertions of the first day's panic, had resumed traffic, and was running northward trains from St. Albans to relieve the congestion of the home counties. There was also a placard in Chipping Ongar announcing that large stores of flour were available in the northern towns and that within twenty-four hours bread would be distributed among the starving people in the neighbourhood. But this intelligence did not deter him from the plan of escape he had formed, and the three pressed eastward all day, and heard no more of the bread distribution than this promise. Nor, as a matter of fact, did anyone else hear more of it. That night fell the seventh star, falling upon Primrose Hill. It fell while Miss Elphinstone was watching, for she took that duty alternately with my brother. She saw it.

"Look here, Hare-Lip, you believe in lots of things you can't see."

"What is it?" asked the little old woman, and looked, and began to laugh.

• 'I mean what I say,' the Mock Turtle replied in an offended tone
• And the Gryphon added 'Come, let's hear some of YOUR adventures
• ' 'I could tell you my adventures—beginning from this morning,' said Alice a little timidly: 'but it's no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then
• ' 'Explain all that,' said the Mock Turtle
• 'No, no! The adventures first,' said the Gryphon in an impatient tone: 'explanations take such a dreadful time

He opened the big box, and Dorothy
saw that it was filled with spectacles of every size and shape. All of
them had green glasses in them. The Guardian of the Gates found a pair
that would just fit Dorothy and put them over her eyes. There were two
golden bands fastened to them that passed around the back of her head,
where they were locked together by a little key that was at the end of a
chain the Guardian of the Gates wore around his neck. When they were on,
Dorothy could not take them off had she wished, but of course she did not
wish to be blinded by the glare of the Emerald City, so she said
nothing.

Then the green man fitted spectacles for
the Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman and the Lion, and even on little Toto;
and all were locked fast with the key.

Then the
Guardian of the Gates put on his own glasses and told them he was ready to
show them to the Palace. Taking a big golden key from a peg on the wall,
he opened another gate, and they all followed him through the portal into
the streets of the Emerald City.

Even with eyes
protected by the green spectacles, Dorothy and her friends were at first
dazzled by the brilliancy of the wonderful City. The streets were lined
with beautiful houses all built of green marble and studded everywhere
with sparkling emeralds. They walked over a pavement of the same green
marble, and where the blocks were joined together were rows of emeralds,
set closely, and glittering in the brightness of the sun. The window panes
were of green glass; even the sky above the City had a green tint, and the
rays of the sun were green.

There were many
people--men, women, and children--walking about, and these were all
dressed in green clothes and had greenish skins. They looked at Dorothy
and her strangely assorted company with wondering eyes, and the children
all ran away and hid behind their mothers when they saw the Lion; but no
one spoke to them. Many shops stood in the street, and Dorothy saw that
everything in them was green. Green candy and green pop corn were offered
for sale, as well as green shoes, green hats, and green clothes of all
sorts. At one place a man was selling green lemonade, and when the
children bought it Dorothy could see that they paid for it with green
pennies.

There seemed to be no horses nor animals
of any kind; the men carried things around in little green carts, which
they pushed before them. Everyone seemed happy and contented and
prosperous.

The Guardian of the Gates led them
through the streets until they came to a big building, exactly in the
middle of the City, which was the Palace of Oz, the Great Wizard. There
was a soldier before the door, dressed in a green uniform and wearing a
long green beard.

"Here are strangers," said the
Guardian of the Gates to him, "and they demand to see the Great
Oz."

He opened the big box, and Dorothy saw that it was filled with spectacles of every size and shape. All of them had green glasses in them. The Guardian of the Gates found a pair that would just fit Dorothy and put them over her eyes. There were two golden bands fastened to them that passed around the back of her head, where they were locked together by a little key that was at the end of a chain the Guardian of the Gates wore around his neck. When they were on, Dorothy could not take them off had she wished, but of course she did not wish to be blinded by the glare of the Emerald City, so she said nothing.

Then the green man fitted spectacles for the Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman and the Lion, and even on little Toto; and all were locked fast with the key.

Then the Guardian of the Gates put on his own glasses and told them he was ready to show them to the Palace. Taking a big golden key from a peg on the wall, he opened another gate, and they all followed him through the portal into the streets of the Emerald City.

Even with eyes protected by the green spectacles, Dorothy and her friends were at first dazzled by the brilliancy of the wonderful City. The streets were lined with beautiful houses all built of green marble and studded everywhere with sparkling emeralds. They walked over a pavement of the same green marble, and where the blocks were joined together were rows of emeralds, set closely, and glittering in the brightness of the sun. The window panes were of green glass; even the sky above the City had a green tint, and the rays of the sun were green.

There were many people--men, women, and children--walking about, and these were all dressed in green clothes and had greenish skins. They looked at Dorothy and her strangely assorted company with wondering eyes, and the children all ran away and hid behind their mothers when they saw the Lion; but no one spoke to them. Many shops stood in the street, and Dorothy saw that everything in them was green. Green candy and green pop corn were offered for sale, as well as green shoes, green hats, and green clothes of all sorts. At one place a man was selling green lemonade, and when the children bought it Dorothy could see that they paid for it with green pennies.

There seemed to be no horses nor animals of any kind; the men carried things around in little green carts, which they pushed before them. Everyone seemed happy and contented and prosperous.

The Guardian of the Gates led them through the streets until they came to a big building, exactly in the middle of the City, which was the Palace of Oz, the Great Wizard. There was a soldier before the door, dressed in a green uniform and wearing a long green beard.

"Here are strangers," said the Guardian of the Gates to him, "and they demand to see the Great Oz."

The Pacific Railroad proper finds its terminus
at this important Nebraska town. Omaha is connected with Chicago by the
Chicago and Rock Island Railroad, which runs directly east, and passes
fifty stations.

A train was ready to start when Mr.
Fogg and his party reached the station, and they only had time to get into
the cars. They had seen nothing of Omaha; but Passepartout confessed to
himself that this was not to be regretted, as they were not travelling to
see the sights.

The train passed rapidly across the
State of Iowa, by Council Bluffs, Des Moines, and Iowa City. During the
night it crossed the Mississippi at Davenport, and by Rock Island entered
Illinois. The next day, which was the 10th, at four o'clock in the
evening, it reached Chicago, already risen from its ruins, and more
proudly seated than ever on the borders of its beautiful Lake
Michigan.

Nine hundred miles separated Chicago from
New York; but trains are not wanting at Chicago. Mr. Fogg passed at once
from one to the other, and the locomotive of the Pittsburgh, Fort Wayne,
and Chicago Railway left at full speed, as if it fully comprehended that
that gentleman had no time to lose. It traversed Indiana, Ohio,
Pennsylvania, and New Jersey like a flash, rushing through towns with
antique names, some of which had streets and car-tracks, but as yet no
houses. At last the Hudson came into view; and, at a quarter-past eleven
in the evening of the 11th, the train stopped in the station on the right
bank of the river, before the very pier of the Cunard line. />
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The China, for
Liverpool, had started three-quarters of an hour
before!

The China, in leaving,
seemed to have carried off Phileas Fogg's last hope. None of the other
steamers were able to serve his projects. The Pereire, of the French
Transatlantic Company, whose admirable steamers are equal to any in speed
and comfort, did not leave until the 14th; the Hamburg boats did not go
directly to Liverpool or London, but to Havre; and the additional trip
from Havre to Southampton would render Phileas Fogg's last efforts of no
avail. The Inman steamer did not depart till the next day, and could not
cross the Atlantic in time to save the wager.

Mr.
Fogg learned all this in consulting his Bradshaw, which gave him the daily
movements of the trans-Atlantic steamers.
/>Passepartout was crushed; it overwhelmed him to lose the boat by
three-quarters of an hour. It was his fault, for, instead of helping his
master, he had not ceased putting obstacles in his path! And when he
recalled all the incidents of the tour, when he counted up the sums
expended in pure loss and on his own account, when he thought that the
immense stake, added to the heavy charges of this useless journey, would
completely ruin Mr. Fogg, he overwhelmed himself with bitter
self-accusations. Mr. Fogg, however, did not reproach him; and, on leaving
the Cunard pier, only said: "We will consult about what is best to-morrow.
Come."

The party crossed the Hudson in the Jersey
City ferryboat, and drove in a carriage to the St. Nicholas Hotel, on
Broadway. Rooms were engaged, and the night passed, briefly to Phileas
Fogg, who slept profoundly, but very long to Aouda and the others, whose
agitation did not permit them to rest.

The next day
was the 12th of December. From seven in the morning of the 12th to a
quarter before nine in the evening of the 21st there were nine days,
thirteen hours, and forty-five minutes. If Phileas Fogg had left in the
China, one of the fastest steamers on the Atlantic, he would have reached
Liverpool, and then London, within the period agreed upon.

The Pacific Railroad proper finds its terminus at this important Nebraska town. Omaha is connected with Chicago by the Chicago and Rock Island Railroad, which runs directly east, and passes fifty stations.

A train was ready to start when Mr. Fogg and his party reached the station, and they only had time to get into the cars. They had seen nothing of Omaha; but Passepartout confessed to himself that this was not to be regretted, as they were not travelling to see the sights.

The train passed rapidly across the State of Iowa, by Council Bluffs, Des Moines, and Iowa City. During the night it crossed the Mississippi at Davenport, and by Rock Island entered Illinois. The next day, which was the 10th, at four o'clock in the evening, it reached Chicago, already risen from its ruins, and more proudly seated than ever on the borders of its beautiful Lake Michigan.

Nine hundred miles separated Chicago from New York; but trains are not wanting at Chicago. Mr. Fogg passed at once from one to the other, and the locomotive of the Pittsburgh, Fort Wayne, and Chicago Railway left at full speed, as if it fully comprehended that that gentleman had no time to lose. It traversed Indiana, Ohio, Pennsylvania, and New Jersey like a flash, rushing through towns with antique names, some of which had streets and car-tracks, but as yet no houses. At last the Hudson came into view; and, at a quarter-past eleven in the evening of the 11th, the train stopped in the station on the right bank of the river, before the very pier of the Cunard line.

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The China, for Liverpool, had started three-quarters of an hour before!

The China, in leaving, seemed to have carried off Phileas Fogg's last hope. None of the other steamers were able to serve his projects. The Pereire, of the French Transatlantic Company, whose admirable steamers are equal to any in speed and comfort, did not leave until the 14th; the Hamburg boats did not go directly to Liverpool or London, but to Havre; and the additional trip from Havre to Southampton would render Phileas Fogg's last efforts of no avail. The Inman steamer did not depart till the next day, and could not cross the Atlantic in time to save the wager.

Mr. Fogg learned all this in consulting his Bradshaw, which gave him the daily movements of the trans-Atlantic steamers.

Passepartout was crushed; it overwhelmed him to lose the boat by three-quarters of an hour. It was his fault, for, instead of helping his master, he had not ceased putting obstacles in his path! And when he recalled all the incidents of the tour, when he counted up the sums expended in pure loss and on his own account, when he thought that the immense stake, added to the heavy charges of this useless journey, would completely ruin Mr. Fogg, he overwhelmed himself with bitter self-accusations. Mr. Fogg, however, did not reproach him; and, on leaving the Cunard pier, only said: "We will consult about what is best to-morrow. Come."

The party crossed the Hudson in the Jersey City ferryboat, and drove in a carriage to the St. Nicholas Hotel, on Broadway. Rooms were engaged, and the night passed, briefly to Phileas Fogg, who slept profoundly, but very long to Aouda and the others, whose agitation did not permit them to rest.

The next day was the 12th of December. From seven in the morning of the 12th to a quarter before nine in the evening of the 21st there were nine days, thirteen hours, and forty-five minutes. If Phileas Fogg had left in the China, one of the fastest steamers on the Atlantic, he would have reached Liverpool, and then London, within the period agreed upon.