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diff --git a/.gitattributes b/.gitattributes index 69c721d..d7b82bc 100644 --- a/.gitattributes +++ b/.gitattributes @@ -2,4 +2,3 @@ *.htm text eol=lf *.html text eol=lf *.md text eol=lf - @@ -1,8 +1,6 @@ -*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE WAR OF THE WORLDS *** - -cover - +*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 36 *** +/ The War of the Worlds @@ -990,7 +988,7 @@ gate. “What’s it all abart?” “Haven’t you heard of the men from Mars?” said I; “the creatures from Mars?” -“Quite enough,” said the woman over the gate. “Thenks”; and all three +“Quite enough,” said the woman over the gate. “Thenks;” and all three of them laughed. I felt foolish and angry. I tried and found I could not tell them what @@ -1243,7 +1241,7 @@ 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.” +born a rabbit, Snippy.” “Ain’t they got any necks, then?” said a third, abruptly—a little, contemplative, dark man, smoking a pipe. @@ -1343,7 +1341,7 @@ others dismounted, and began running from house to house. The sun, shining through the smoke that drove up from the tops of the trees, seemed blood red, and threw an unfamiliar lurid light upon everything. -“Stop here,” said I; “you are safe here”; and I started off at once for +“Stop here,” said I; “you are safe here;” and I started off at once for the Spotted Dog, for I knew the landlord had a horse and dog cart. I ran, for I perceived that in a moment everyone upon this side of the hill would be moving. I found him in his bar, quite unaware of what was @@ -1772,7 +1770,7 @@ himself lying under a heap of charred dead men and dead horses. of a horse atop of me. We’d been wiped out. And the smell—good God! Like burnt meat! I was hurt across the back by the fall of the horse, and there I had to lie until I felt better. Just like parade it had -been a minute before—then stumble, bang, swish!” +been a minute before—then stumble, bang, swish! “Wiped out!” he said. @@ -1871,7 +1869,7 @@ Between us and Leatherhead, however, lay the third cylinder, with its guarding giants. Had I been alone, I think I should have taken my chance and struck across country. But the artilleryman dissuaded me: “It’s no kindness to the right sort of wife,” he said, “to make her a -widow”; and in the end I agreed to go with him, under cover of the +widow;” and in the end I agreed to go with him, under cover of the woods, northward as far as Street Cobham before I parted with him. Thence I would make a big detour by Epsom to reach Leatherhead. @@ -4818,8 +4816,8 @@ me and mine be the punishment laid. We have sinned, we have fallen short. There was poverty, sorrow; the poor were trodden in the dust, and I held my peace. I preached acceptable folly—my God, what folly!—when I should have stood up, though I died for it, and called -upon them to repent—repent! . . . Oppressors of the poor and needy . . -. ! The wine press of God!” +upon them to repent—repent! . . . Oppressors of the poor and needy! . . +. The wine press of God!” Then he would suddenly revert to the matter of the food I withheld from him, praying, begging, weeping, at last threatening. He began to raise @@ -5641,8 +5639,8 @@ needless length of tunnel. And just as I was beginning to face these things, the artilleryman stopped digging, and looked at me. “We’re working well,” he said. He put down his spade. “Let us knock off -a bit” he said. “I think it’s time we reconnoitred from the roof of the -house.” +a bit,” he said. “I think it’s time we reconnoitred from the roof of +the house.” I was for going on, and after a little hesitation he resumed his spade; and then suddenly I was struck by a thought. I stopped, and so did he @@ -5960,7 +5958,7 @@ it was, with gigantic machines here and there within it, huge mounds of material and strange shelter places. And scattered about it, some in their overturned war-machines, some in the now rigid handling-machines, and a dozen of them stark and silent and laid in a row, were the -Martians—_dead_!—slain by the putrefactive and disease bacteria against +Martians—_dead!_—slain by the putrefactive and disease bacteria against which their systems were unprepared; slain as the red weed was being slain; slain, after all man’s devices had failed, by the humblest things that God, in his wisdom, has put upon this earth. @@ -6373,5 +6371,5 @@ great day. . . . And strangest of all is it to hold my wife’s hand again, and to think that I have counted her, and that she has counted me, among the dead. -*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE WAR OF THE WORLDS *** +*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 36 *** diff --git a/36-h/36-h.htm b/36-h/36-h.htm index 31aaf90..9e8c316 100644 --- a/36-h/36-h.htm +++ b/36-h/36-h.htm @@ -1,15 +1,13 @@ -<!DOCTYPE html PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD XHTML 1.0 Strict//EN" -"http://www.w3.org/TR/xhtml1/DTD/xhtml1-strict.dtd"> -<html xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml" xml:lang="en" lang="en"> +<!DOCTYPE html> +<html lang="en"> <head> -<meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=utf-8" /> -<meta http-equiv="Content-Style-Type" content="text/css" /> -<title>The Project Gutenberg eBook of The War of the Worlds, by H. G. Wells</title> -<link rel="coverpage" href="images/cover.jpg" /> -<style type="text/css"> - -body { margin-right: 20%; - margin-left: 20%; +<meta charset="utf-8"> +<title>The War of the Worlds | Project Gutenberg</title> +<link rel="coverpage" href="images/cover.jpg" > +<style> + +body { margin-right: 10%; + margin-left: 10%; text-align: justify } h1, h2, h3, h4, h5 {text-align: center; font-style: normal; font-weight: @@ -71,31 +69,30 @@ a:hover {color:red} <body> -<div style='margin-top:2em; margin-bottom:4em'>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE WAR OF THE WORLDS ***</div> - +<div style='text-align:center'>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 36 ***</div> <div class="fig" style="width:60%;"> -<img src="images/cover.jpg" style="width:100%;" alt="cover " /><br/><br/> +<img src="images/cover.jpg" style="width:100%;" alt="cover "><br><br> </div> <h1>The War of the Worlds</h1> <h2 class="no-break">by H. G. Wells</h2> -<hr /> +<hr > <p class="poem"> - ‘But who shall dwell in these worlds if they be inhabited?<br/> - . . . Are we or they Lords of the World? . . . And<br/> - how are all things made for man?’<br/> - KEPLER (quoted in <i>The Anatomy of Melancholy</i>)<br/> + ‘But who shall dwell in these worlds if they be inhabited?<br> + . . . Are we or they Lords of the World? . . . And<br> + how are all things made for man?’<br> + KEPLER (quoted in <i>The Anatomy of Melancholy</i>)<br> </p> <h2>Contents</h2> -<table summary="" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto"> +<table style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto"> <tr> -<td> <a href="#book01"><b>BOOK ONE.—THE COMING OF THE MARTIANS</b></a><br/><br/></td> +<td> <a href="#book01"><b>BOOK ONE.—THE COMING OF THE MARTIANS</b></a><br><br></td> </tr> <tr> @@ -163,11 +160,11 @@ a:hover {color:red} </tr> <tr> -<td> <a href="#chap17">XVII. THE “THUNDER CHILD”.</a><br/><br/></td> +<td> <a href="#chap17">XVII. THE “THUNDER CHILD”.</a><br><br></td> </tr> <tr> -<td> <a href="#book02"><b>BOOK TWO.—THE EARTH UNDER THE MARTIANS</b></a><br/><br/></td> +<td> <a href="#book02"><b>BOOK TWO.—THE EARTH UNDER THE MARTIANS</b></a><br><br></td> </tr> <tr> @@ -214,14 +211,14 @@ a:hover {color:red} <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="book01"></a>BOOK ONE<br/> +<h2><a id="book01"></a>BOOK ONE<br> THE COMING OF THE MARTIANS</h2> </div><!--end chapter--> <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap01"></a>I.<br/> +<h2><a id="chap01"></a>I.<br> THE EVE OF THE WAR.</h2> <p> @@ -464,7 +461,7 @@ seemed so safe and tranquil. <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap02"></a>II.<br/> +<h2><a id="chap02"></a>II.<br> THE FALLING STAR.</h2> <p> @@ -649,7 +646,7 @@ sand-pits. <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap03"></a>III.<br/> +<h2><a id="chap03"></a>III.<br> ON HORSELL COMMON.</h2> <p> @@ -781,7 +778,7 @@ had some tea, and walked up to the station to waylay him. <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap04"></a>IV.<br/> +<h2><a id="chap04"></a>IV.<br> THE CYLINDER OPENS.</h2> <p> @@ -942,7 +939,7 @@ with their horses feeding out of nosebags or pawing the ground. <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap05"></a>V.<br/> +<h2><a id="chap05"></a>V.<br> THE HEAT-RAY.</h2> <p> @@ -1137,7 +1134,7 @@ pit about the cylinder, and strike me down. <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap06"></a>VI.<br/> +<h2><a id="chap06"></a>VI.<br> THE HEAT-RAY IN THE CHOBHAM ROAD.</h2> <p> @@ -1241,7 +1238,7 @@ die amid the terror and the darkness. <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap07"></a>VII.<br/> +<h2><a id="chap07"></a>VII.<br> HOW I REACHED HOME.</h2> <p> @@ -1342,7 +1339,7 @@ creatures from Mars?” </p> <p> -“Quite enough,” said the woman over the gate. “Thenks”; +“Quite enough,” said the woman over the gate. “Thenks;” and all three of them laughed. </p> @@ -1464,7 +1461,7 @@ many strange and terrible days. <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap08"></a>VIII.<br/> +<h2><a id="chap08"></a>VIII.<br> FRIDAY NIGHT.</h2> <p> @@ -1579,7 +1576,7 @@ second cylinder. <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap09"></a>IX.<br/> +<h2><a id="chap09"></a>IX.<br> THE FIGHTING BEGINS.</h2> <p> @@ -1662,7 +1659,7 @@ as the ground’ll let us, and then drive a trench.” <p> “Blow yer trenches! You always want trenches; you ought to ha’ been -born a rabbit Snippy.” +born a rabbit, Snippy.” </p> <p> @@ -1804,7 +1801,7 @@ lurid light upon everything. </p> <p> -“Stop here,” said I; “you are safe here”; and I started +“Stop here,” said I; “you are safe here;” and I started off at once for the Spotted Dog, for I knew the landlord had a horse and dog cart. I ran, for I perceived that in a moment everyone upon this side of the hill would be moving. I found him in his bar, quite unaware of what was going @@ -1891,7 +1888,7 @@ between Woking and Send. <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap10"></a>X.<br/> +<h2><a id="chap10"></a>X.<br> IN THE STORM.</h2> <p> @@ -2157,7 +2154,7 @@ violently. <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap11"></a>XI.<br/> +<h2><a id="chap11"></a>XI.<br> AT THE WINDOW.</h2> <p> @@ -2340,7 +2337,7 @@ men and dead horses. quarter of a horse atop of me. We’d been wiped out. And the smell—good God! Like burnt meat! I was hurt across the back by the fall of the horse, and there I had to lie until I felt better. Just like parade it -had been a minute before—then stumble, bang, swish!” +had been a minute before—then stumble, bang, swish! </p> <p> @@ -2434,7 +2431,7 @@ smoke at the first touch of day. <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap12"></a>XII.<br/> +<h2><a id="chap12"></a>XII.<br> WHAT I SAW OF THE DESTRUCTION OF WEYBRIDGE AND SHEPPERTON.</h2> <p> @@ -2458,7 +2455,7 @@ Between us and Leatherhead, however, lay the third cylinder, with its guarding giants. Had I been alone, I think I should have taken my chance and struck across country. But the artilleryman dissuaded me: “It’s no kindness to the right sort of wife,” he said, “to make her a -widow”; and in the end I agreed to go with him, under cover of the woods, +widow;” and in the end I agreed to go with him, under cover of the woods, northward as far as Street Cobham before I parted with him. Thence I would make a big detour by Epsom to reach Leatherhead. </p> @@ -2969,7 +2966,7 @@ miracle I had escaped. <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap13"></a>XIII.<br/> +<h2><a id="chap13"></a>XIII.<br> HOW I FELL IN WITH THE CURATE.</h2> <p> @@ -3280,7 +3277,7 @@ splendour of the sunset. <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap14"></a>XIV.<br/> +<h2><a id="chap14"></a>XIV.<br> IN LONDON.</h2> <p> @@ -3763,7 +3760,7 @@ altogether—into his pockets, and went out again into the streets. <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap15"></a>XV.<br/> +<h2><a id="chap15"></a>XV.<br> WHAT HAD HAPPENED IN SURREY.</h2> <p> @@ -4099,7 +4096,7 @@ rousing the population of London to the necessity of flight. <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap16"></a>XVI.<br/> +<h2><a id="chap16"></a>XVI.<br> THE EXODUS FROM LONDON.</h2> <p> @@ -4714,7 +4711,7 @@ direction from which my brother had come. <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap17"></a>XVII.<br/> +<h2><a id="chap17"></a>XVII.<br> THE “THUNDER CHILD”.</h2> <p> @@ -5090,14 +5087,14 @@ down darkness upon the land. <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="book02"></a>BOOK TWO<br/> +<h2><a id="book02"></a>BOOK TWO<br> THE EARTH UNDER THE MARTIANS.</h2> </div><!--end chapter--> <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap18"></a>I.<br/> +<h2><a id="chap18"></a>I.<br> UNDER FOOT.</h2> <p> @@ -5429,7 +5426,7 @@ crawling after me. <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap19"></a>II.<br/> +<h2><a id="chap19"></a>II.<br> WHAT WE SAW FROM THE RUINED HOUSE.</h2> <p> @@ -5781,7 +5778,7 @@ Martian at all. <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap20"></a>III.<br/> +<h2><a id="chap20"></a>III.<br> THE DAYS OF IMPRISONMENT.</h2> <p> @@ -5979,7 +5976,7 @@ that was all. <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap21"></a>IV.<br/> +<h2><a id="chap21"></a>IV.<br> THE DEATH OF THE CURATE.</h2> <p> @@ -6035,7 +6032,7 @@ is just. On me and mine be the punishment laid. We have sinned, we have fallen short. There was poverty, sorrow; the poor were trodden in the dust, and I held my peace. I preached acceptable folly—my God, what folly!—when I should have stood up, though I died for it, and called upon them to -repent—repent! . . . Oppressors of the poor and needy . . . ! The wine +repent—repent! . . . Oppressors of the poor and needy! . . . The wine press of God!” </p> @@ -6202,7 +6199,7 @@ my security. <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap22"></a>V.<br/> +<h2><a id="chap22"></a>V.<br> THE STILLNESS.</h2> <p> @@ -6343,7 +6340,7 @@ of unoccupied ground gently swaying. And oh! the sweetness of the air! <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap23"></a>VI.<br/> +<h2><a id="chap23"></a>VI.<br> THE WORK OF FIFTEEN DAYS.</h2> <p> @@ -6478,7 +6475,7 @@ were destroying Berlin or Paris, or it might be they had gone northward. <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap24"></a>VII.<br/> +<h2><a id="chap24"></a>VII.<br> THE MAN ON PUTNEY HILL.</h2> <p> @@ -7087,7 +7084,7 @@ to face these things, the artilleryman stopped digging, and looked at me. <p> “We’re working well,” he said. He put down his spade. -“Let us knock off a bit” he said. “I think it’s time we +“Let us knock off a bit,” he said. “I think it’s time we reconnoitred from the roof of the house.” </p> @@ -7244,7 +7241,7 @@ I was still upon the roof when the late moon rose. <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap25"></a>VIII.<br/> +<h2><a id="chap25"></a>VIII.<br> DEAD LONDON.</h2> <p> @@ -7467,7 +7464,7 @@ with gigantic machines here and there within it, huge mounds of material and strange shelter places. And scattered about it, some in their overturned war-machines, some in the now rigid handling-machines, and a dozen of them stark and silent and laid in a row, were the -Martians—<i>dead</i>!—slain by the putrefactive and disease +Martians—<i>dead!</i>—slain by the putrefactive and disease bacteria against which their systems were unprepared; slain as the red weed was being slain; slain, after all man’s devices had failed, by the humblest things that God, in his wisdom, has put upon this earth. @@ -7584,7 +7581,7 @@ life of hope and tender helpfulness that had ceased for ever. <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap26"></a>IX.<br/> +<h2><a id="chap26"></a>IX.<br> WRECKAGE.</h2> <p> @@ -7786,7 +7783,7 @@ her in my arms. <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap27"></a>X.<br/> +<h2><a id="chap27"></a>X.<br> THE EPILOGUE.</h2> <p> @@ -7935,10 +7932,6 @@ that I have counted her, and that she has counted me, among the dead. </div><!--end chapter--> -<div style='display:block; margin-top:4em'>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE WAR OF THE WORLDS ***</div> - +<div style='text-align:center'>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 36 ***</div> </body> </html> - - - diff --git a/LICENSE.txt b/LICENSE.txt index d67a7e0..b5dba15 100644 --- a/LICENSE.txt +++ b/LICENSE.txt @@ -9,4 +9,3 @@ No investigation has been made concerning possible copyrights in jurisdictions other than the United States. 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