Then, in the intermittent darknesses, I saw the moon spinning swiftly through her quarters from new to full, and had a faint glimpse of the circling stars.  Presently, as I went on, still gaining velocity, the palpitation of night and day merged into one continuous greyness; the sky took on a wonderful deepness of blue, a splendid luminous color like that of early twilight; the jerking sun became a streak of fire, a brilliant arch, in space; the moon a fainter fluctuating band; and I could see nothing of the stars, save now and then a brighter circle flickering in the blue.

’The landscape was misty and vague.  I was still on the hill-side upon which this house now stands, and the shoulder rose above me grey and dim.  I saw trees growing and changing like puffs of vapour, now brown, now green; they grew, spread, shivered, and passed away.  I saw huge buildings rise up faint and fair, and pass like dreams.  The whole surface of the earth seemed changed—­melting and flowing under my eyes.  The little hands upon the dials that registered my speed raced round faster and faster.  Presently I noted that the sun belt swayed up and down, from solstice to solstice, in a minute or less, and that consequently my pace was over a year a minute; and minute by minute the white snow flashed across the world, and vanished, and was followed by the bright, brief green of spring.

’The unpleasant sensations of the start were less poignant now.  They merged at last into a kind of hysterical exhilaration.  I remarked indeed a clumsy swaying of the machine, for which I was unable to account.  But my mind was too confused to attend to it, so with a kind of madness growing upon me, I flung myself into futurity.  At first I scarce thought of stopping, scarce thought of anything but these new sensations.  But presently a fresh series of impressions grew up in my mind—­a certain curiosity and therewith a certain dread—­until at last they took complete possession of me.  What strange developments of humanity, what wonderful advances upon our rudimentary civilization, I thought, might not appear when I came to look nearly into the dim elusive world that raced and fluctuated before my eyes!  I saw great and splendid architecture rising about me, more massive than any buildings of our own time, and yet, as it seemed, built of glimmer and mist.  I saw a richer green flow up the hill-side, and remain there, without any wintry intermission.  Even through the veil of my confusion the earth seemed very fair.  And so my mind came round to the business of stopping.

’The peculiar risk lay in the possibility of my finding some substance in the space which I, or the machine, occupied.  So long as I travelled at a high velocity through time, this scarcely mattered; I was, so to speak, attenuated—­was slipping like a vapour through the interstices of intervening substances!  But to come to a stop involved the jamming of myself, molecule by molecule, into whatever