the sandy wastes of Aldershot, and so forth. The
Downs escarpment was set with
gigantic slow-moving
wind-wheels. Save where the broad Eadhamite
Portsmouth Road,
thickly dotted with rushing shapes,
followed the course of the old railway, the gorge of the
Wey was choked with thickets.
The whole
expanse of the Downs escarpment, so far
as the grey haze permitted him to see, was set with
wind-wheels to which the largest of the city was but a
younger brother. They stirred with a
stately motion
before the south-west wind. And here and there were
patches dotted with the sheep of the British Food
Trust, and here and there a mounted
shepherd made a
spot of black. Then rushing under the stern of the
aeropile came the Wealden Heights, the line of
Hindhead, Pitch Hill, and Leith Hill, with a second row of
wind-wheels that seemed striving to rob the downland
whirlers of their share of
breeze. The
purple heather
was speckled with yellow gorse, and on the further
side a drove of black oxen stampeded before a
couple of mounted men. Swiftly these swept behind,
and dwindled and lost colour, and became scarce
moving specks that were swallowed up in haze.
And when these had vanished in the distance
Graham heard a peewit wailing close at hand. He
perceived he was now above the South Downs,
and staring over his shoulder saw the battlements
of Portsmouth Landing Stage
towering over the
ridge of Portsdown Hill. In another moment there
came into sight a spread of
shipping like floating
cities, the little white cliffs of the Needles dwarfed and
sunlit, and the grey and glittering waters of the narrow
sea. They seemed to leap the Solent in a moment,
and in a few seconds the Isle of Wight was running
past, and then beneath him spread a wider and wide
extent of sea, here
purple with the shadow of a cloud,
here grey, here a burnished mirror, and here a spread
of cloudy
greenish blue. The Isle of Wight grew
smaller and smaller. In a few more minutes a strip of
grey haze detached itself from other strips that were
clouds, descended out of the sky and became a coast-
line--sunlit and pleasant--the coast of northern
France. It rose, it took colour, became
definite and
detailed, and the counterpart of the Downland of
England was speeding by below.
In a little time, as it seemed, Paris came above the
horizon, and hung there for a space, and sank out of
sight again as the aeropile circled about to the north
again. But he perceived the Eiffel Tower still
standing, and beside it a huge dome surmounted by a
pinpoint Colossus. And he perceived, too, though he did
not understand it at the time, a slanting drift of smoke.
The aeronaut said something about "trouble in the
underways," that Graham did not heed at the time.
But he marked the minarets and towers and
slendermasses that streamed skyward above the city
windvanes, and knew that in the matter of grace at least
Paris still kept in front of her larger rival. And even
as he looked a pale blue shape ascended very
swiftlyfrom the city like a dead leaf driving up before a gale.
It curved round and soared towards them growing
rapidly larger and larger. The aeronaut was saying
something. "What?" said Graham, loath to take his
eyes from this. "Aeroplane, Sire," bawled the
aeronaut pointing.
They rose and curved about
northward as it drew
nearer. Nearer it came and nearer, larger and larger.
The throb, throb, throb--beat, of the aeropile's
flight, that had seemed so
potent and so swift,
suddenly appeared slow by
comparison with this
tremendous rush. How great the
monster seemed, how
swift and steady! It passed quite closely beneath
them, driving along
silently, a vast spread of
wirenetted translucent wings, a thing alive. Graham had a