The Time Machine - International World History Project

The Time Machine‘She seemed to have fainted. I put her carefully uponmy shoulder and rose to push on, and then there came ahorrible realization. In manoeuvring with my matches andWeena, I had turned myself about several times, and nowI had not the faintest idea in what direction lay my path.For all I knew, I might be facing back towards the Palaceof Green Porcelain. I found myself in a cold sweat. I hadto think rapidly what to do. I determined to build a fireand encamp where we were. I put Weena, still motionless,down upon a turfy bole, and very hastily, as my first lumpof camphor waned, I began collecting sticks and leaves.Here and there out of the darkness round me theMorlocks’ eyes shone like carbuncles.‘The camphor flickered and went out. I lit a match,and as I did so, two white forms that had beenapproaching Weena dashed hastily away. One was soblinded by the light that he came straight for me, and I felthis bones grind under the blow of my fist. He gave awhoop of dismay, staggered a little way, and fell down. Ilit another piece of camphor, and went on gathering mybonfire. Presently I noticed how dry was some of thefoliage above me, for since my arrival on the TimeMachine, a matter of a week, no rain had fallen. So,instead of casting about among the trees for fallen twigs, I118 of 148