’The strange exultation that so often seems to accompany hard fighting came upon me.  I knew that both I and Weena were lost, but I determined to make the Morlocks pay for their meat.  I stood with my back to a tree, swinging the iron bar before me.  The whole wood was full of the stir and cries of them.  A minute passed.  Their voices seemed to rise to a higher pitch of excitement, and their movements grew faster.  Yet none came within reach.  I stood glaring at the blackness.  Then suddenly came hope.  What if the Morlocks were afraid?  And close on the heels of that came a strange thing.  The darkness seemed to grow luminous.  Very dimly I began to see the Morlocks about me—­three battered at my feet—­and then I recognized, with incredulous surprise, that the others were running, in an incessant stream, as it seemed, from behind me, and away through the wood in front.  And their backs seemed no longer white, but reddish.  As I stood agape, I saw a little red spark go drifting across a gap of starlight between the branches, and vanish.  And at that I understood the smell of burning wood, the slumbrous murmur that was growing now into a gusty roar, the red glow, and the Morlocks’ flight.

’Stepping out from behind my tree and looking back, I saw, through the black pillars of the nearer trees, the flames of the burning forest.  It was my first fire coming after me.  With that I looked for Weena, but she was gone.  The hissing and crackling behind me, the explosive thud as each fresh tree burst into flame, left little time for reflection.  My iron bar still gripped, I followed in the Morlocks’ path.  It was a close race.  Once the flames crept forward so swiftly on my right as I ran that I was outflanked and had to strike off to the left.  But at last I emerged upon a small open space, and as I did so, a Morlock came blundering towards me, and past me, and went on straight into the fire!

’And now I was to see the most weird and horrible thing, I think, of all that I beheld in that future age.  This whole space was as bright as day with the reflection of the fire.  In the centre was a hillock or tumulus, surmounted by a scorched hawthorn.  Beyond this was another arm of the burning forest, with yellow tongues already writhing from it, completely encircling the space with a fence of fire.  Upon the hill-side were some thirty or forty Morlocks, dazzled by the light and heat, and blundering hither and thither against each other in their bewilderment.  At first I did not realize their blindness, and struck furiously at them with my bar, in a frenzy of fear, as they approached me, killing one and crippling several more.  But when I had watched the gestures of one of them groping under the hawthorn against the red sky, and heard their moans, I was assured of their absolute helplessness and misery in the glare, and I struck no more of them.

’Yet every now and then one would come straight towards me, setting loose a quivering horror that made me quick to elude him.  At one time the flames died down somewhat, and I feared the foul creatures would presently be able to see me.  I was thinking of beginning the fight by killing some of them before this should happen; but the fire burst out again brightly, and I stayed my hand.  I walked about the hill among them and avoided them, looking for some trace of Weena.  But Weena was gone.