{"id":1022,"date":"2023-02-16T05:42:17","date_gmt":"2023-02-16T05:42:17","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/haguepublishing.com\/WotW\/?page_id=1022"},"modified":"2023-02-16T05:42:17","modified_gmt":"2023-02-16T05:42:17","slug":"day-26-saturday","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/haguepublishing.com\/WotW\/day-26-saturday\/","title":{"rendered":"Day 26 – Saturday"},"content":{"rendered":"

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26-Jun 00:01 – Saturday<\/div>

Despite the momentous events of the preceding day, Toni and Grace have no time to spend sitting around. There are too many people still needing help. Apart from a brief description of the end of Saturday\u2019s trek. Toni continues to assist the infirm.<\/p>\n

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As we accompany Wells to \u00a0the Martian\u2019s last redoubt at Primrose Hill, from where he can look down upon the ruins of London, news reaches the Continent that the Martians are dead and aid begins to roll in.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>

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26-Jun 03:45 #MartiansOverthrown<\/div>
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On this day, Wells is to discover the war is over but he is not the only one, several other wanderers had already discovered this, and one man, unknown but for his message, contrived to telegraph Paris from London’s GPO (pictured) at St. Martin’s-le-Grand:<\/p>\n

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“MARTIANS OVERTHROWN – LONDON FREED”<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>

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26-Jun 03:50 #MartiansOverthrown<\/div>

Now, even as the sun rises over the ruins of London, the news is flashed all over the world; a thousand cities, chilled by ghastly apprehensions, suddenly flash into frantic illuminations; they knew of it in Dublin, Edinburgh, Manchester, Birmingham.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>

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26-Jun 03:54 @HGWells #WellsRestored<\/div>

For Wells, rising restored from his sleep in a cabmen’s shelter in Harrow Road, he turns once more towards Regent’s Park, but misses his way. Eventually he sees, in the half-light of the early dawn, the curve of Primrose Hill, and on the summit, the 3rd Martian, erect and motionless.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>

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26-Jun 04:01 @HGWells #ResolvedToDie<\/div>

Later Wells writes that: ‘resolving to die and end it I marched towards the tripod.’ As he approaches he sees a multitude of black birds circling and clustering about the hood. At that his heart bounds, and he runs along the road toward it.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>

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26-Jun 04:10 @HGWells #RedoubtAtPrimroseHill<\/div>

Wading breast-high across a torrent of water rushing down from the water-works towards Albert Road, Wells emerges upon the grass before the rising of the sun. Great mounds had been heaped about the crest of Primrose hill, creating a huge redoubt. #MartianRedoubt<\/p>\n

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Primrose Hill possessed the final and largest defences the Martians made. Closer Wells can see the birds are pecking and tearing at lank shreds of brown, hanging from the top of tripod. Feeling no fear only a wild, trembling exultation, Wells charges the hill.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>

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26-Jun 04:15 @HGWells #ScatteredAboutTheRedoubt<\/div>

Reaching the earthen rampart’s crest, the interior of the redoubt is laid out below Wells. An enormous space, with gigantic machines here and there within it, and huge mounds of material and strange shelter-places.<\/p>\n

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And, scattered about the redoubt, some in their overturned war-machines, some in the now rigid handling-machines, and with another 12 of them stark and silent and laid in a row, were the Martians\u2014dead!<\/p>\n

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In total there were nearly 50 Martians scattered throughout the redoubt, slain as we now know by the putrefying and disease bacteria against which their systems were unprepared – and which must have seemed to them as incomprehensible as any death could be.<\/p>\n

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The pit is still in darkness; but on its furthest lip, flat and vast and strange, Wells sees the great flying-machine with which they had been experimenting when decay and death arrested them. Death had come not a day too soon.<\/p>\n

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As Wells stands there the rising sun strikes the world to fire with its rays. Turning away Wells looks down the slope to where the two tripods glitter, now harmless towers of shining metal, in the brightness of the rising sun.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>

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26-Jun 04:20 @HGWells<\/div>
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Eastward, over the blackened ruins of Albert Terrace and the splintered spire of the church, the sun blazes dazzling in a clear sky, and here and there some facet in the great wilderness of roofs catch the light and glare with a white intensity.<\/p>\n

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Southward, beyond the Martians, the green waves of Regent’s Park, the dome of the Albert Hall, and the giant mansions of Brompton Road are clear and little in the sunrise.<\/p>\n

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Beyond them, Wells notes the jagged ruins of Westminster rising through the haze. While beyond that the 2 towers of Crystal Palace glitter like silver rods. The injured dome of St. Paul’s is dark against the sunrise, a huge cavity on its western side.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>

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26-Jun 04:21 @HGWells #WithTheRisingSun<\/div>

As the sun rises over the city, Wells later writes of breaking into tears as realises that despite the swift and ruthless destruction the Martians had wrought, that this vast dead city of will once again live.<\/p>\n

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The torment was over, the healing could begin, and the survivors scattered over the country\u2014leaderless, lawless, foodless\u2014the thousands who had fled by sea, would begin to return; the pulse of life, growing stronger and stronger, would beat again in the empty streets.<\/p>\n

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‘In a year,’ Wells later remembers himself thinking at the time, ‘in a year\u2026’ But this is his last rational thought for 3 days as a fugue overtakes him, and we must rely on the words recorded by others.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>

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26-Jun 04:50 #BellsRingOut<\/div>

The news of the Martians continues to spread, and the church bells that had ceased a fortnight ago, catching the news, now ring out across England. #MartiansOverthrown<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>

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26-Jun 05:30<\/div>

Men on cycles, lean-faced, unkempt, scorch along country lanes shouting of unhoped deliverance to gaunt, staring figures of despair. And across the Channel, across the Irish Sea, across the Atlantic: corn, bread, and meat are tearing to England’s relief.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>

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26-Jun 06:30 #AllTheShippingInTheWorld<\/div>
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Wells writes that for a time it seems that ALL the shipping in the world seems London bound. While an exaggeration, our own research suggests that over the next 2 months nearly 12,000 ships, totalling 27 million tons (60% of the worlds total gross tonnage)<\/strong> berthed at British ports.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>

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26-Jun 07:35 @toniwantstovote<\/div>

The @NUWSS network has confirmed that the #Martians are all dead! Travelled back to #QueenAnnesMansions and had another look at the #BrokenMartianMachine on the way.<\/p>\n

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Scouted around carefully, and found #remains #HopeSprang Took samples for #analysis. Took a chance and moved normally. #ItWasDead #GotHomeFaster #MuchFear #relief<\/p>\n

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Sent message via #wireless and received similar reports from network #TheyAreDead #WeAreSaved #ThingsWillChange<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>

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26-Jun 20:06 @toniwantstovote<\/div>

Finally sat down. #exhausted #TooManyInjuriesToCount #anaesthetics #antisepsis #fractures #PeopleNeedMe #IAmHelping #SoMuchToDo<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\r\n\t\t\t\t\t

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