I can compare it to nothing but a large door mat, ornamented at the edges with little tinkling tags.
A moderate incline runs towards the foot of Maybury Hill, and down this we clattered. Once the lightning had begun, it went on in as rapid a succession of flashes as I have ever seen. At first I regarded little but the road before me, and then abruptly my attention was arrested by something that […]
We can’t possibly stay here, I said; and as I spoke the firing reopened for a moment upon the common.
The nearer moon, hurtling suddenly above the horizon and lighting up the Barsoomian scene, showed me that my preserver was Woola.