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In front of us was a small lake, deep, darkand unruffled. All around the edge was anatural wharf formed from the gigantic trunksof trees which had fallen for ages into the lakeand been washed by wind and waves andforced by winter ice into such regular orderand position along the shore that their arrangementlooked like the work of men.Back of this wharf and all about was the wildernessof silent wood; a wilderness enclosedby a wall of mountains, whose lofty headswere uplifted far above the soft white cloudsthat floated in the blue sky overhead andwere mirrored in the lake below. An eagle,on apparently immovable wings, soared overthe lake in spiral course. As I watched thebird its wings seemed suddenly endowed withlife. At the same instant my guide gave a lowgrunt of warning.

It rained all that night in a fitful manner andcame to a stop about four A. M. The windwent down and the air seemed to have lost itsvivacity and life; it was a dead atmosphere;we arose from our blankets feeling tired andlistless.

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You cannot believe it. Your acquaintance with time is very imperfect, and soyour understanding of it is defeated. But no matter. Do not perplex yourselvesabout this truth, so difficult to you, so familiar to us of a later aeon. Dobut entertain, merely as a fiction, the idea that the thought and will ofindividuals future to you may intrude, rarely and with difficulty, into themental processes of some of your contemporaries. Pretend that you believe this,and that the following chronicle is an authentic message from the Last Men.Imagine the consequences of such a belief. Otherwise I cannot give life to thegreat history which it is my task to tell.

At this point, however, the aged representative of France intervened, andwas granted a hearing. Born almost a hundred and forty years earlier, andpreserved more by native intensity of spirit than by the artifices of theregenerator, this ancient seemed to speak out of a remote and wiser epoch. Forin a declining civilization it is often the old who see furthest and see withyoungest eyes. He concluded a rather long, rhetorical, yet closely reasonedspeech as follows: "No doubt we are the intelligence of the planet; and becauseof our consecration to our calling, no doubt we are comparatively honest. Butalas, even we are human. We make little mistakes now and then, and commitlittle indiscretions. The possession of such power as is offered us would notbring peace. On the contrary it would perpetuate our national hates. It wouldthrow the world into confusion. It would undermine our own integrity, and turnus into tyrants. Moreover it would ruin science. And,--well, when at lastthrough some little error the world got blown up, the disaster would not beregrettable. I know that Europe is almost certainly about to be destroyed bythose vigorous but rather spoilt children across the Atlantic. But distressingas this must be, the alternative is far worse. No, Sir! Your very wonderful toywould be a gift fit for developed minds; but for us, who are stillbarbarians,--no, it must not be. And so, with deep regret I beg you to destroyyour handiwork, and, if it were possible, your memory of your marvellousresearch. But above all breathe no word of your process to us, or to anyman."

She answered in much the same diction as the other; but, surprisingly, withan old-time English accent, "I am certainly a mongrel. You might call me, notdaughter of Ocean, but daughter of Man; for wanderers of every race havescattered their seed on this island. My body, I know, betrays its diverseancestry in a rather queer blend of characters. My mind is perhaps unusual too,for I have never left this island. And though it is actually less than aquarter of a century since I was born, a past century has perhaps had moremeaning for me than the obscure events of today. A hermit taught me. Twohundred years ago he lived actively in Europe; but towards the end of his longlife he retreated to this island. As an old man he loved me. And day by day hegave me insight into the great spirit of the past; but of this age he gave menothing. Now that he is dead, I struggle to familiarize myself with thepresent, but I continue to see everything from the angle of another age. Andso," (turning to the American) "if I have offended against modern customs, itis because my insular mind has never been taught to regard nakedness asindecent. I am very ignorant, truly a savage. If only I could gain experienceof your great world! If ever this war ends, I must travel."

We have reached a period in man's history rather less than five thousandyears after the life of Newton. In this chapter we must cover about one hundredand fifteen thousand years, and in the next chapter another ten million years.That will bring us to a point as remotely future from the First World State asthe earliest anthropoids were remotely past. During the first tenth of thefirst million years after the fall of the World State, during a hundredthousand years, man remained in complete eclipse. Not till the close of thisspan, which we will call the First Dark Age, did he struggle once more fromsavagery through barbarism into civilization and then his renaissance wasrelatively brief. From its earliest beginnings to its end, it covered onlyfifteen thousand years; and in its final agony the planet was so seriouslydamaged that mind lay henceforth in deep slumber for ten more millions ofyears. This was the Second Dark Age. Such is the field which we must observe inthis and the following chapter.

"Fools!" he cried. "Senile infants! If God really likes your adulation, andall this hugger-mugger, it is because he enjoys the joke against you, andagainst himself, too. You are too serious, yet not serious enough; too solemn,and all for puerile ends. You are so eager for life, that you cannot live. Youcherish your youth so much that it flies from you. When I was a boy, I said,'Let us keep young'; and you applauded, and went about hugging your toys andrefusing to grow up. What I said was not bad for a boy, but it was not enough.Now I am a man; and I say, 'For God's sake, grow up! Of course we must keepyoung; but it is useless to keep young if we do not also grow up, and neverstop growing up. To keep young, surely, is just to keep supple and keen; and togrow up is not at all a mere sinking into stiffness and into disillusion, but arising into ever finer skill in all the actions of the game of living. There issomething else, too, which is a part of growing up--to see that life is really,after all, a game; a terribly serious game, no doubt, but none the less a game.When we play a game, as it should be played, we strain every muscle to win; butall the while we care less for winning than for the game. And we play thebetter for it. When barbarians play against a Patagonian team, they forget thatit is a game, and go mad for victory. And then how we despise them! If theyfind themselves losing, they turn savage; if winning, blatant. Either way, thegame is murdered, and they cannot see that they are slaughtering a lovelything. How they pester and curse the umpire, too! I have done that myself, ofcourse, before now; not in games but in life. I have actually cursed the umpireof life. Better so, anyhow, than to insult him with presents, in the hope ofbeing favoured; which is what you are doing here, with your salaams and yourvows. I never did that. I merely hated him. Then later I learned to laugh athim, or rather at the thing you set up in his place. But now at last I see himclearly, and laugh with him, at myself, for having missed the spirit of thegame. But as for you! Coming here to fawn and whine and cadge favours of theumpire!"

A year after the explosion, the ship was labouring in tempestuous andberg-strewn water near the Pole. The bewildered little company now began tofeel its way south; but, as they proceeded, the air became more fiercely hotand pungent, the storms more savage. Another twelve months were spent inbeating about the Polar sea, ever and again retreating north from theimpossible southern weather. But at length conditions improved slightly, andwith great difficulty these few survivors of the human race approached theiroriginal objective in Norway, to find that the lowlands were a scorched andlifeless desert, while on the heights the valley vegetation was alreadystruggling to establish itself, in patches of sickly green. Their base town hadbeen flattened by a hurricane, and the skeletons of its population still lay inthe streets. They coasted further south. Everywhere the same desolation. Hopingthat the disturbance might be merely local, they headed round the British Islesand doubled back on France. But France turned out to be an appalling chaos ofvolcanoes. With a change of wind, the sea around them was infuriated withfalling debris, often red hot. Miraculously they got away and fled north again.After creeping along the Siberian coast they were at last able to find atolerable resting-place at the mouth of one of the great rivers. The ship wasbrought to anchor, and the crew rested. They were a diminished company, for sixmen and two women had been lost on the voyage.

Upon the foot-hills of the new and titanic mountains that were once theHindu Kush, were many holiday centres, whence the young men and women of Asiawere wont to seek Alpine dangers and hardships for their souls' refreshment. Itwas in this district, and shortly after a summer dawn, that the Martians werefirst seen by men. Early walkers noticed that the sky had an unaccountablygreenish tinge, and that the climbing sun, though free from cloud, was wan.Observers were presently surprised to see the green concentrate itself into athousand tiny cloudlets, with clear blue between. Field-glasses revealed withineach fleck of green some faint hint of a ruddy nucleus, and shifting strands ofan infra-red colour, which would have been invisible to the earlier human race.These extraordinary specks of cloud were all of about the same size, thelargest of them appearing smaller than the moon's disk; but in form they variedgreatly, and were seen to be changing their shapes more rapidly than thenatural cirrus which they slightly resembled. In fact, though there was muchthat was cloud-like in their form and motion, there was also something definiteabout them, both in their features and behaviour, which suggested life. Indeedthey were strongly reminiscent of primitive amoeboid organisms seen through amicroscope. 2ff7e9595c