’So I travelled, stopping ever and again, in great strides of a thousand years or more, drawn on by the mystery of the earth’s fate, watching with a strange fascination the sun grow larger and duller in the westward sky, and the life of the old earth ebb away.  At last, more than thirty million years hence, the huge red-hot dome of the sun had come to obscure nearly a tenth part of the darkling heavens.  Then I stopped once more, for the crawling multitude of crabs had disappeared, and the red beach, save for its livid green liverworts and lichens, seemed lifeless.  And now it was flecked with white.  A bitter cold assailed me.  Rare white flakes ever and again came eddying down.  To the north-eastward, the glare of snow lay under the starlight of the sable sky and I could see an undulating crest of hillocks pinkish white.  There were fringes of ice along the sea margin, with drifting masses further out; but the main expanse of that salt ocean, all bloody under the eternal sunset, was still unfrozen.

’I looked about me to see if any traces of animal life remained.  A certain indefinable apprehension still kept me in the saddle of the machine.  But I saw nothing moving, in earth or sky or sea.  The green slime on the rocks alone testified that life was not extinct.  A shallow sandbank had appeared in the sea and the water had receded from the beach.  I fancied I saw some black object flopping about upon this bank, but it became motionless as I looked at it, and I judged that my eye had been deceived, and that the black object was merely a rock.  The stars in the sky were intensely bright and seemed to me to twinkle very little.

’Suddenly I noticed that the circular westward outline of the sun had changed; that a concavity, a bay, had appeared in the curve.  I saw this grow larger.  For a minute perhaps I stared aghast at this blackness that was creeping over the day, and then I realized that an eclipse was beginning.  Either the moon or the planet Mercury was passing across the sun’s disk.  Naturally, at first I took it to be the moon, but there is much to incline me to believe that what I really saw was the transit of an inner planet passing very near to the earth.

’The darkness grew apace; a cold wind began to blow in freshening gusts from the east, and the showering white flakes in the air increased in number.  From the edge of the sea came a ripple and whisper.  Beyond these lifeless sounds the world was silent.  Silent?  It would be hard to convey the stillness of it.  All the sounds of man, the bleating of sheep, the cries of birds, the hum of insects, the stir that makes the background of our lives—­all that was over.  As the darkness thickened, the eddying flakes grew more abundant, dancing before my eyes; and the cold of the air more intense.  At last, one by one, swiftly, one after the other, the white peaks of the distant hills vanished into blackness.  The breeze rose to a moaning wind.  I saw the black central shadow of the eclipse sweeping towards me.  In another moment the pale stars alone were visible.  All else was rayless obscurity.  The sky was absolutely black.