Война миров / The War of the Worlds

�They will be hot under foot for days, on account of the thick soil of pine needles and turf,’ he said, and then grew serious over �poor Ogilvy.’

After breakfast, instead of working, I decided to walk down towards the common. Under the railway bridge I found a group of soldiers – sappers, I think, men in small round caps, dirty red jackets unbuttoned, and showing their blue shirts, dark trousers, and boots coming to the calf. They told me no one was allowed over the canal, and, looking along the road towards the bridge, I saw one of the Cardigan men standing sentinel there.

I talked with these soldiers for a time; I told them of my sight of the Martians on the previous evening. None of them had seen the Martians, and they had but the vaguest ideas of them, so that they plied me with questions. They said that they did not know who had authorised the movements of the troops; their idea was that a dispute had arisen at the Horse Guards. The ordinary sapper is a great deal better educated than the common soldier, and they discussed the peculiar conditions of the possible fight with some acuteness. I described the Heat-Ray to them, and they began to argue among themselves.

�Crawl up under cover and rush ’em, say I,’ said one.

�Get aht!’ said another. �What’s cover against this ’ere ’eat? Sticks to cook yer! What we got to do is to go as near as the ground’ll let us, and then drive a trench.’

�Blow yer trenches! You always want trenches; you ought to ha’ been born a rabbit Snippy.

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�Ain’t they got any necks, then?’ said a third, abruptly – a little, contemplative, dark man, smoking a pipe.

I repeated my description.

�Octopuses,’ said he, �that’s what I calls �em. Talk about fishers of men – fighters of fish it is this time!’

�It ain’t no murder killing beasts like that,’ said the first speaker.

�Why not shell the darned things strite off and finish �em?’ said the little dark man.

�You carn tell what they might do.’

�Where’s your shells?’ said the first speaker. �There ain’t no time. Do it in a rush, that’s my tip, and do it at once.’

So they discussed it. After a while I left them, and went on to the railway station to get as many morning papers as I could.

But I will not weary the reader with a description of that long morning and of the longer afternoon.