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Chapter four. The cylinder opens. When I returned to the common, the sun was setting. Scattered groups were hurrying from the direction of the Woking, and one or two persons were returning the crowd about the pitted increase and stood out black against the lemon yellow of the sky. A couple 100 people, perhaps there were raised voices and some sort of struggle appeared to be going about the pit. Strange imaginings passed through my mind. As I drew nearer, I heard stents. Voice Keep back, Keep back! A boy came running towards me. It's a moving, he said as he passed a screw in a screwing out. I don't like it. I'm going home. I am. I went on to the crowd. They were really I should think two or 300 people elbowing and jostling one another. The one or two ladies they're being by no means the least active. He's fallen in the pit, cried. Someone, keep back, said several. The crowd swayed a little, and I elbowed my way through. Everyone seemed greatly excited. I heard a peculiar humming sound from the pit I se, said Ogilvie. Keep these idiots back. We don't know what's in the confounded thing. You know, I saw a young man, the shop assistant and Woking. I believe he was standing on the cylinder and trying to scramble out of the hole again. The crowd had pushed him in. The end of the cylinder was being screwed out from within. Nearly two feet of shining screw projected. Somebody blundered against me, and I narrowly missed being pitched on top of the screw. I turned, and as I did so, the screw must have come out for the lid of the cylinder fell upon the gravel with the ringing concussion. I struck my elbow into the person behind me and turn my head towards the thing again. For a moment, that circular cavity seemed perfectly black. I had the sunset in my eyes. I think everyone expected to see a man emerge, possibly something a little like us terrestrial men. But in all essentials, a man I know I did, but looking, I presently saw something stirring within the shadow, grayish billowy movements, one above another and then two luminous disks like eyes. Then something resembling a little grace snake, about the thickness of a walking stick coiled up out of the writing middle and wiggled in the air towards me. And then another. A sudden chill came over me. There was a loud shriek from a woman behind. I have turned keeping my eyes fixed upon the cylinder. Still, from which other tentacles were now projecting and began pushing my way back from the edge of the pit, I saw astonishment giving place to horror on the face of the people about me, I heard inarticulate exclamations on all sides. There was a general movement backwards. I saw the shop men struggling still on the edge of the pit. I found myself alone and saw the people on the other side of the pit running off stent among them. I looked again at the cylinder. An ungovernable terror gripped me. I stood petrified and staring. A grayish rounded bulk. The size perhaps of a bear, was raising slowly and painfully out of the cylinder as it bulged up and caught the light. It glisten like wet leather. Two large, dark colored eyes were regarding me, steadfastly, the mass that framed them. The head of the thing was rounded and had one might say a face. There was a mouth under the eyes the lip lis brim of which quivered and panted and drop saliva. The whole creature heaved and pulsated. Convulsive Lee, a link 10 tacular appendage gripped the edge of the cylinder, another swayed in the air. Those who have never seen a living Martian can scarcely imagine the strange horror of its appearance. The peculiar V shaped mouth with its pointed upper lip, the absence of brow ridges, the absence of a chin beneath the wedge like lower lip. The incessant quivering of this mouth. The Gorgon groups of tentacles, the tumultuous breathing of the lungs and a strange atmosphere, the evident heaviness and painful nous of movement due to the greater gravitational energy of the earth. Above all, the extraordinary intensity of the immense size where once vital, intense, inhuman, crippled in monstrous there was something fun goit in the oily brown skin, something in the clumsy deliberation of the TV ist movements unspeakably nasty. Even at this first encounter, this first glimpse I was overcome with disgust and dread