The nearer moon, hurtling suddenly above the horizon and lighting up the Barsoomian scene, showed me that my preserver was Woola.
I and my wife stood amazed. Then I realised that the crest of Maybury Hill must be within range of the Martians
“The woodtick sucks the blood of the dog, but the germ, being so very small, goes right into the blood of the body, and there it has...
The idea people seemed to have here was that the Martians were simply formidable human beings, who might attack and sack the town, to be certainly destroyed in the end.