"Stoop，"saidGraham’sguide，andtheyavoidedanendlessbandrunningroaringuptotheshaftofthevane。"Thisway！"andtheywereankledeepinagutterfullofdriftedthawingsnow，betweentwolowwallsofmetalthatpresentlyrosewaisthigh。"Iwillgofirst，"saidtheguide。Grahamdrewhiscloakabouthimandfollowed。Thensuddenlycameanarrowabyssacrosswhichthegutterleapttothesnowydarknessofthefurtherside。Grahampeepedoverthesideonceandthegulfwasblack。Foramomentheregrettedhisflight。Hedarednotlookagain，andhisbrainspunashewadedthroughthehalfliquidsnow。
　　Thenoutoftheguttertheyclamberedandhurriedacrossawideflatspacedampwiththawingsnow，andforhalfitsextentdimlytranslucenttolightsthatwenttoandfrounderneath。Hehesitatedatthisunstablelookingsubstance，buthisguideranonunheeding，andsotheycametoandclamberedupslipperystepstotherimofagreatdomeofglass。
　　Roundthistheywent。Farbelowanumberofpeopleseemedtobedancing，andmusicfilteredthroughthedome……Grahamfanciedheheardashoutingthroughthesnowstorm，andhisguidehurriedhimonwithanewspurtofhaste。Theyclamberedpantingtoaspaceofhugewindmills，onesovastthatonlytheloweredgeofitsvanscamerushingintosightandrushedupagainandwaslostinthenightandthesnow。Theyhurriedforatimethroughthecolossalmetallictraceryofitssupports，andcameatlastaboveaplaceofmovingplatformsliketheplaceintowhichGrahamhadlookedfromthebalcony。Theycrawledacrosstheslopingtransparencythatcoveredthisstreetofplatforms，crawlingonhandsandkneesbecauseoftheslipperinessofthesnowfall。
　　Forthemostparttheglasswasbedewed，andGrahamsawonlyhazysuggestionsoftheformsbelow，butnearthepitchofthetransparentrooftheglasswasclear，andhefoundhimselflookingsheerlydownuponitall。Forawhile，inspiteoftheurgencyofhisguide，hegavewaytovertigoandlayspread—eagledontheglass，sickandparalysed。Farbelow，merestirringspecksanddots，wentthepeopleoftheunsleepingcityintheirperpetualdaylight，andthemovingplatformsranontheirincessantjourney。Messengersandmenonunknownbusinessesshotalongthedroopingcablesandthefrailbridgeswerecrowdedwithmen。Itwaslikepeeringintoagiganticglasshive，anditlayverticallybelowhimwithonlyatoughglassofunknownthicknesstosavehimfromafall。
　　Thestreetshowedwarmandlit，andGrahamwaswetnowtotheskinwiththawingsnow，andhisfeetwerenumbedwithcold。Foraspacehecouldnotmove。
　　"Comeon！"criedhisguide，withterrorinhisvoice。
　　"Comeon！"
　　Grahamreachedthepitchoftheroofbyaneffort。
　　Overtheridge，followinghisguide’sexample，heturnedaboutandslidbackwarddowntheoppositeslopeveryswiftly，amidalittleavalancheofsnowWhilehewasslidinghethoughtofwhatwouldhappenifsomebrokengapshouldcomeinhisway。Attheedgehestumbledtohisfeetankledeepinslushthankingheavenforanopaquefootingagain。Hisguidewasalreadyclamberingupametalscreentoalevelexpanse。
　　Throughthesparesnowflakesabovethisloomedanotherlineofvastwindmills，andthensuddenlytheamorphoustumultoftherotatingwheelswaspiercedwithadeafeningsound。Itwasamechanicalshrillingofextraordinaryintensitythatseemedtocomesimultaneouslyfromeverypointofthecompass。
　　"Theyhavemissedusalready！"criedGraham’sguideinanaccentofterror，andsuddenly，withablindingflash，thenightbecameday。
　　Abovethedrivingsnow，fromthesummitsofthewind—wheels，appearedvastmastscarryingglobesoflividlight。Theyrecededinillimitablevistasineverydirection。Asfarashiseyecouldpenetratethesnowfalltheyglared。
　　"Getonthis，"criedGraham’sconductor，andthrusthimforwardtoalonggratingofsnowlessmetalthatranlikeabandbetweentwoslightlyslopingexpansesofsnow。ItfeltwarmtoGraham’sbenurrledfeet，andafainteddyofsteamrosefromit。
　　"Comeon！"shoutedhisguidetenyardsoff，and，withoutwaiting，ranswiftlythroughtheincandescentglaretowardstheironsupportsofthenextrangeofwind—wheels。Graham，recoveringfromhisastonishment，followedasfast，convincedofhisimminentcapture。
　　Inascoreofsecondstheywerewithinatraceryofglareandblackshadowsshotwithmovingbarsbeneaththemonstrouswheels。Graham’sconductorranonforsometime，andsuddenlydartedsidewaysandvanishedintoablackshadowinthecornerofthefootofahugesupport。InanothermomentGrahamwasbesidehim。
　　Theycoweredpantingandstaredout。
　　ThesceneuponwhichGrahamlookedwasverywildandstrange。Thesnowhadnowalmostceased；
　　onlyabelatedflakepassednowandagainacrossthepicture。Butthebroadstretchoflevelbeforethemwasaghastlywhite，brokenonlybygiganticmassesandmovingshapesandlengthystripsofimpenetrabledarkness，vastungainlyTitansofshadow。Allaboutthem，hugemetallicstructures，irongirders，inhumanlyvastasitseemedtohim，interlaced，andtheedgesofwind—wheels，scarcelymovinginthelull，I
　　passedingreatshiningcurvessteeperandsteeperupintoaluminoushaze。Whereverthesnow—spangledlightstruckdown，beamsandgirders，andincessantbandsrunningwithahalting，indomitableresolutionpassedupwardanddownwardintotheblack。Andwithallthatmightyactivity，withanomnipresentsenseofmotiveanddesign，thissnow—claddesolationofmechanismseemedvoidofallhumanpresencesavethemselves，seemedastracklessanddesertedandunfrequentedbymenassomeinaccessibleAlpinesnowfield。
　　"Theywillbechasingus，"criedtheleader。"Wearescarcelyhalfwaythereyet。Coldasitiswemusthidehereforaspace——atleastuntilitsnowsmorethicklyagain。"
　　Histeethchatteredinhishead。
　　"Wherearethemarkets？"askedGrahamstaringout。"Whereareallthepeople？"
　　Theothermadenoanswer。
　　"Look！"whisperedGraham，crouchedclose，andbecameverystill。
　　Thesnowhadsuddenlybecomethickagain，andslidingwiththewhirlingeddiesoutoftheblackpitoftheskycamesomething，vagueandlargeandveryswift。Itcamedowninasteepcurveandsweptround，widewingsextendedandatrailofwhitecondensingsteambehindit，rosewithaneasyswiftnessandwentglidinguptheair，swepthorizontallyforwardinawidecurve，andvanishedagaininthesteamingspecksofsnow。And，throughtheribsofitsbody，Grahamsawtwolittlemen，veryminuteandactive，searchingthesnowyareasabouthim，asitseemedtohim，withfieldglasses。Forasecondtheywereclear，thenhazythroughathickwhirlofsnow，thensmallanddistant，andinaminutetheyweregone。
　　"Now！"criedhiscompanion。"Come！"
　　HepulledGraham’ssleeve，andincontinentlythetwowererunningheadlongdownthearcadeofironworkbeneaththewind—wheels。Graham，runningblindly，collidedwithhisleader，whohadturnedbackonhimsuddenly。Hefoundhimselfwithinadozenyardsofablackchasm。Itextendedasfarashecouldseerightandleft。Itseemedtocutofftheirprogressineitherdirection。
　　"DoasIdo，"whisperedhisguide。Helaydownandcrawledtotheedge，thrusthisheadoverandtwisteduntiloneleghung。Heseemedtofeelforsomethingwithhisfoot，foundit，andwentslidingovertheedgeintothegulf。Hisheadreappeared。
　　"Itisaledge，"hewhispered。"Inthedarkallthewayalong。DoasIdid。"
　　Grahamhesitated，wentdownuponallfours，crawledtotheedge，andpeeredintoavelvetyblackness。
　　Forasicklymomenthehadcourageneithertogoonnorretreat，thenhesatandhunghislegdown，felthisguide’shandspullingathim，hadahorriblesensationofslidingovertheedgeintotheunfathomable，splashed，andfelthimselfinaslushygutter，impenetrablydark。
　　"Thisway，"whisperedthevoice，andhebegancrawlingalongthegutterthroughthetricklingthaw，pressinghimselfagainstthewall。Theycontinuedalongitforsomeminutes。Heseemedtopassthroughahundredstagesofmisery，topassminuteafterminutethroughahundreddegreesofcold，damp，andexhaustion。
　　Inalittlewhileheceasedtofeelhishandsandfeet。
　　Thegutterslopeddownwards。Heobservedthattheywerenowmanyfeetbelowtheedgeofthebuildings。
　　Rowsofspectralwhiteshapesliketheghostsofblind—drawnwindowsroseabovethem。Theycametotheendofacablefastenedaboveoneofthesewhitewindows，dimlyvisibleanddroppingintoimpenetrableshadows。Suddenlyhishandcameagainsthisguide’s。
　　"Still！"whisperedthelatterverysoftly。
　　Helookedupwithastartandsawthehugewingsoftheflyingmachineglidingslowlyandnoiselesslyoverheadathwartthebroadbandofsnow—fleckedgrey—bluesky。Inamomentitwashiddenagain。
　　"Keepstill；theywerejustturning。"
　　Forawhilebothweremotionless，thenGraham’scompanionstoodup，andreachingtowardsthefasteningsofthecablefumbledwithsomeindistincttackle。
　　"Whatisthat？"askedGraham。
　　Theonlyanswerwasafaintcry。Themancrouchedmotionless。Grahampeeredandsawhisfacedimly。
　　Hewasstaringdownthelongribbonofsky，andGraham，followinghiseyes，sawtheflyingmachinesmallandfaintandremote。Thenhesawthatthewingsspreadoneitherside，thatitheadedtowardsthem，thateverymomentitgrewlarger。Itwasfollowingtheedgeofthechasmtowardsthem。
　　Theman’smovementsbecameconvulsive。HethrusttwocrossbarsintoGraham’shand。Grahamcouldnotseethem，heascertainedtheirformbyfeeling。
　　Theywereslungbythincordstothecable。Onthecordwerehandgripsofsomesoftelasticsubstance。
　　"Putthecrossbetweenyourlegs，"whisperedtheguidehysterically，"andgriptheholdfasts。
　　Griptightly，grip！"
　　Grahamdidashewastold。
　　"Jump，"saidthevoice。"Inheaven’sname，jump！"
　　ForonemomentoussecondGrahamcouldnotspeak。Hewasgladafterwardsthatdarknesshidhisface。Hesaidnothing。Hebegantotrembleviolently。
　　Helookedsidewaysattheswiftshadowthatswalloweduptheskyasitrusheduponhim。
　　"Jump！Jump——inGod’sname！Ortheywillhaveus，"criedGraham’sguide，andintheviolenceofhispassionthrusthimforward。
　　Grahamtotteredconvulsively，gaveasobbingcry，acryinspiteofhimself，andthen，astheflyingmachinesweptoverthem，fellforwardintothepitofthatdarkness，seatedonthecrosswoodandholdingtheropeswiththeclutchofdeath。Somethingcracked，somethingrappedsmartlyagainstawall。
　　Heheardthepulleyofthecradlehumonitsrope。
　　Heheardtheaeronautsshout。Hefeltapairofkneesdiggingintohisback……Hewassweepingheadlongthroughtheair，fallingthroughtheair。Allhisstrengthwasinhishands。Hewouldhavescreamedbuthehadnobreath。
　　Heshotintoablindinglightthatmadehimgripthetighter。Herecognisedthegreatpassagewiththerunningways，thehanginglightsandinterlacinggirders。Theyrushedupwardandbyhim。Hehadamomentaryimpressionofagreatcircularapertureyawningtoswallowhimup。
　　Hewasinthedarkagain，falling，falling，grippingwithachinghands，andbehold！aclapofsound，aburstoflight，andhewasinabrightlylithallwitharoaringmultitudeofpeoplebeneathhisfeet。Thepeople！Hispeople！Aproscenium，astagerusheduptowardshim，andhiscablesweptdowntoacircularaperturetotherightofthis。Hefelthewastravellingslower，andsuddenlyverymuchslower。Hedistinguishedshoutsof"Saved！TheMaster。Heissafe！"Thestagerusheduptowardshimwithrapidlydiminishingswiftness。Then——。
　　Heheardthemanclingingbehindhimshoutasifsuddenlyterrified，andthisshoutwasechoedbyashoutfrombelow。Hefeltthathewasnolongerglidingalongthecablebutfallingwithit。Therewasatumultofyells，screamsandcries。Hefeltsomethingsoftagainsthisextendedhand，andtheimpactofabrokenfallquiveringthroughhisarm……
　　Hewantedtobestillandthepeoplewereliftinghim。Hebelievedafterwardshewascarriedtotheplatformandgivensomedrink，buthewasneversure。
　　Hedidnotnoticewhatbecameofhisguide。Whenhismindwasclearagainhewasonhisfeet；eagerhandswereassistinghimtostand。Hewasinabigalcove，occupyingthepositionthatinhispreviousexperiencehadbeendevotedtothelowerboxes。Ifthiswasindeedatheatre。
　　Amightytumultwasinhisears，athunderousroar，theshoutingofacountlessmultitude。"ItistheSleeper！TheSleeperiswithus！"
　　"TheSleeperiswithus！TheMaster——theOwner！TheMasteriswithus。Heissafe。"
　　Grahamhadasurgingvisionofagreathallcrowdedwithpeople。Hesawnoindividuals，hewasconsciousofafrothofpinkfaces，ofwavingarmsandgarments，hefelttheoccultinfluenceofavastcrowdpouringoverhim，buoyinghimup。Therewerebalconies，galleries，greatarchwaysgivingremoterperspectives，andeverywherepeople，avastarenaofpeople，denselypackedandcheering。Acrossthenearerspacelaythecollapsedcablelikeahugesnake。Ithadbeencutbythemenoftheflyingmachineatitsupperend，andhadcrumpleddownintothehall。Menseemedtobehaulingthisoutoftheway。Butthewholeeffectwasvague，theverybuildingsthrobbedandleaptwiththeroarofthevoices。
　　Hestoodunsteadilyandlookedatthoseabouthim。
　　Someonesupportedhimbyonearm。"Letmegointoalittleroom，"hesaid，weeping；"alittleroom，"
　　andcouldsaynomore。Amaninblacksteppedforward，tookhisdisengagedarm。Hewasawareofofficiousmenopeningadoorbeforehim。Someoneguidedhimtoaseat。Hestaggered。Hesatdownheavilyandcoveredhisfacewithhishands；hewastremblingviolently，hisnervouscontrolwasatanend。
　　Hewasrelievedofhiscloak，hecouldnotrememberhow；hispurplehosehesawwereblackwithwet。
　　Peoplewererunningabouthim，thingswerehappening，butforsometimehegavenoheedtothem。
　　Hehadescaped。Amyriadofcriestoldhimthat。
　　Hewassafe。Thesewerethepeoplewhowereonhisside。Foraspacehesobbedforbreath，andthenhesatstillwithhisfacecovered。Theairwasfulloftheshoutingofinnumerablemen。
　　CHAPTERIX
　　THEPEOPLEMARCH
　　Hebecameawareofsomeoneurgingaglassofclearfluiduponhisattention，lookedupanddiscoveredthiswasadarkyoungmaninayellowgarment。Hetookthedoseforthwith，andinamomenthewasglowing。
　　Atallmaninablackrobestoodbyhisshoulder，andpointedtothehalfopendoorintothehall。Thismanwasshoutingclosetohisearandyetwhatwassaidwasindistinctbecauseofthetremendousuproarfromthegreattheatre。Behindthemanwasagirlinasilverygreyrobe，whomGraham，eveninthisconfusion，perceivedtobebeautiful。Herdarkeyes，fullofwonderandcuriosity，—werefixedonhim，herlipstrembledapart。Apartiallyopeneddoorgaveaglimpseofthecrowdedhall，andadmittedavastuneventumult，ahammering，clappingandshoutingthatdiedawayandbeganagain，androsetoathunderouspitch，andsocontinuedintermittentlyallthetimethatGrahamremainedinthelittleroom。Hewatchedthelipsofthemaninblackandgatheredthathewasmakingsomeclumsyexplanation。
　　Hestaredstupidlyforsomemomentsatthesethingsandthenstoodupabruptly；hegraspedthearmofthisshoutingperson。
　　"Tellme！"hecried。"WhoamI？WhoamI？"
　　Theotherscamenearertohearhiswords。"WhoamI？"Hiseyessearchedtheirfaces。
　　"Theyhavetoldhimnothing！"criedthegirl。
　　"Tellme，tellme！"criedGraham。
　　"YouaretheMasteroftheEarth。Youareownerofhalftheworld。"
　　Hedidnotbelieveheheardaright。Heresistedthepersuasion。Hepretendednottounderstand，nottohear。Heliftedhisvoiceagain。"Ihavebeenawakethreedays——aprisonerthreedays。Ijudgethereissomestrugglebetweenanumberofpeopleinthiscity——itisLondon？"
　　"Yes，"saidtheyoungerman。
　　"AndthosewhomeetinthegreathallwiththewhiteAtlas？Howdoesitconcernme？Insomewayithastodowithme。Why，Idon’tknow。
　　Drugs？ItseemstomethatwhileIhaveslepttheworldhasgonemad。Ihavegonemad。"
　　"WhoarethoseCouncillorsundertheAtlas？Whyshouldtheytrytodrugme？"
　　"Tokeepyouinsensible，"saidthemaninyellow。
　　"Topreventyourinterference。"
　　"But_why？__"
　　"Because__you__aretheAtlas，Sire，"saidthemaninyellow。"Theworldisonyourshoulders。Theyruleitinyourname。"
　　Thesoundsfromthehallhaddiedintoasilencethreadedbyonemonotonousvoice。Nowsuddenly，tramplingontheselastwords，cameadeafeningtumult，aroaringandthundering，cheercrowdedoncheer，voiceshoarseandshrill，beating，overlapping，andwhileitlastedthepeopleinthelittleroomcouldnotheareachothershout。
　　Grahamstood，hisintelligenceclinginghelplesslytothethinghehadjustheard。"TheCouncil，"herepeatedblankly，andthensnatchedatanamethathadstruckhim。"ButwhoisOstrog？"hesaid。
　　"Heistheorganiser——theorganiseroftherevolt。
　　OurLeader——inyourname。"
　　"Inmyname？——Andyou？Whyishenothere？"
　　"He——hasdeputedus。Iamhisbrother——hishalf—brother，Lincoln。Hewantsyoutoshowyourselftothesepeopleandthencomeontohim。Thatiswhyhehassent。Heisatthewind—vaneofficesdirecting。Thepeoplearemarching。"
　　"Inyourname，"shoutedtheyoungerman。"Theyhaveruled，crushed，tyrannised。Atlasteven——"
　　"Inmyname！Myname！Master？"
　　Theyoungermansuddenlybecameaudibleinapauseoftheouterthunder，indignantandvociferous，ahighpenetratingvoiceunderhisredaquilinenoseandbushymoustache。"Nooneexpectedyoutowake。Nooneexpectedyoutowake。Theywerecunning。Damnedtyrants！Buttheyweretakenbysurprise。Theydidnotknowwhethertodrugyou，hypnotiseyou，killyou。"
　　Againthehalldominatedeverything。
　　"Ostrogisatthewind—vaneofficesready——。Evennowthereisarumouroffightingbeginning。"
　　ThemanwhohadcalledhimselfLincolncameclosetohim。"Ostroghasitplanned。Trusthim。Wehaveourorganisationsready。Weshallseizetheflyingstages——。Evennowhemaybedoingthat。
　　Then——"
　　"Thispublictheatre，"bawledthemaninyellow，"isonlyacontingent。Wehavefivemyriadsofdrilledmen——"
　　"Wehavearms，"criedLincoln。"Wehaveplans。
　　Aleader。Theirpolicehavegonefromthestreetsandaremassedinthe——"（inaudible）。"Itisnowornever。TheCouncilisrocking——Theycannottrusteventheirdrilledmen——"
　　"Hearthepeoplecallingtoyou！"
　　Graham’smindwaslikeanightofmoonandswiftclouds，nowdarkandhopeless，nowclearandghastly。
　　HewasMasteroftheEarth，hewasamansoddenwiththawingsnow。Ofallhisfluctuatingimpressionsthedominantonespresentedanantagonism；ontheonehandwastheWhiteCouncil，powerful，disciplined，few，theWhiteCouncilfromwhichhehadjustescaped；andontheother，monstrouscrowds，packedmassesofindistinguishablepeopleclamouringhisname，hailinghimMaster。Theothersidehadimprisonedhim，debatedhisdeath。Theseshoutingthousandsbeyondthelittledoorwayhadrescuedhim。
　　Butwhythesethingsshouldbesohecouldnotunderstand。
　　Thedooropened，Lincoln’svoicewassweptawayanddrowned，andarushofpeoplefollowedontheheelsofthetumult。TheseintruderscametowardshimandLincolngesticulating。Thevoiceswithoutexplainedtheirsoundlesslips。"ShowustheSleeper，showustheSleeper！"wastheburdenoftheuproarMenwerebawlingfor"Order！Silence！"
　　Grahamglancedtowardstheopendoorway，andsawatall，oblongpictureofthehallbeyond，awaving，incessantconfusionofcrowded，shoutingfaces，menandwomentogether，wavingpalebluegarments，extendedhands。Manywerestanding，onemaninragsofdarkbrown，agauntfigure，stoodontheseatandwavedablackcloth。Hemetthewonderandexpectationofthegirl’seyes。Whatdidthesepeopleexpectfromhim。Hewasdimlyawarethatthetumultoutsidehadchangeditscharacter，wasinsomewaybeating，marching。Hisownmind，too，changed。
　　foraspacehedidnotrecognisetheinfluencethatwastransforminghim。Butamomentthatwasneartopanicpassed。Hetriedtomakeaudibleinquiriesofwhatwasrequiredofhim。
　　Lincolnwasshoutinginhisear，butGrahamwasdeafenedtothat。Alltheotherssavethewomangesticulatedtowardsthehall。Heperceivedwhathadhappenedtotheuproar。Thewholemassofpeoplewaschantingtogether。Itwasnotsimplyasong，thevoicesweregatheredtogetherandupbornebyatorrentofinstrumentalmusic，musiclikethemusicofanorgan，awoventextureofsounds，fulloftrumpets，fullofflauntingbanners，fullofthemarchandpageantryofopeningwar。Andthefeetofthepeoplewerebeatingtime——tramp，tramp。
　　Hewasurgedtowardsthedoor。Heobeyedmechanically。Thestrengthofthatchanttookholdofhim，stirredhim，emboldenedhim。Thehallopenedtohim，avastwelterofflutteringcolourswayingtothemusic。
　　"Waveyourarmtothem，"saidLincoln。"Waveyourarmtothem。"
　　"This，"saidavoiceontheotherside，"hemusthavethis。"Armswereabouthisneckdetaininghiminthedoorway，andablacksubtly—foldingmantlehungfromhisshoulders。HethrewhisarmfreeofthisandfollowedLincoln。Heperceivedthegirlingreyclosetohim，herfacelit，hergestureonward。Fortheinstantshebecametohim，flushedandeagerasshewas，anembodimentofthesong。Heemergedinthealcoveagain。Incontinentlythemountingwavesofthesongbrokeuponhisappearing，andflashedupintoafoamofshouting。GuidedbyLincoln’shandhemarchedobliquelyacrossthecentreofthestagefacingthepeople。
　　Thehallwasavastandintricatespace——galleries，balconies，broadspacesofamphitheatralsteps，andgreatarchways。Faraway，highup，seemedthemouthofahugepassagefullofstrugglinghumanity。
　　Thewholemultitudewasswayingincongestedmasses。
　　Individualfiguressprangoutofthetumult，impressedhimmomentarily，andlostdefinitionagain。Closetotheplatformswayedabeautifulfairwoman，carriedbythreemen，herhairacrossherfaceandbrandishingagreenstaff。Nextthisgroupanoldcarewornmaninbluecanvasmaintainedhisplaceinthecrushwithdifficulty，andbehindshoutedahairlessface，agreatcavityoftoothlessmouth。Avoicecalledthatenigmaticalword"Ostrog。"Allhisimpressionswerevaguesavethemassiveemotionofthattramplingsong。Themultitudewerebeatingtimewiththeirfeet——markingtime，tramp，tramp，tramp，tramp。
　　Thegreenweaponswaved，flashedandslanted。Thenhesawthosenearesttohimonalevelspacebeforethestageweremarchinginfrontofhim，passingtowardsagreatarchway，shouting"TotheCouncil！"
　　Tramp，tramp，tramp，tramp。Heraisedhisarm，andtheroaringwasredoubled。Herememberedhehadtoshout"March！"Hismouthshapedinaudibleheroicwords。Hewavedhisarmagainandpointedtothearchway，shouting"Onward！"Theywerenolongermarkingtime，theyweremarching；tramp，tramp，tramp，tramp。Inthathostwerebeardedmen，oldmen，youths，flutteringrobedbare—armedwomen，girls。Menandwomenofthenewage！Richrobes，greyragsflutteredtogetherinthewhirloftheirmovementamidstthedominantblue。Amonstrousblackbannerjerkeditswaytotheright。Heperceivedablue—cladnegro，ashrivelledwomaninyellow，thenagroupoftallfair—haired，white—faced，blue—cladmenpushedtheatricallypasthim。HenotedtwoChinamen。
　　Atall，sallow，dark—haired，shining—eyedyouth，whitecladfromtoptotoe，clambereduptowardstheplatformshoutingloyally，andsprangdownagainandreceded，lookingbackward。Heads，shoulders，handsclutchingweapons，allwereswingingwiththosemarchingcadences。
　　Facescameoutoftheconfusiontohimashestoodthere，eyesmethisandpassedandvanished。Mengesticulatedtohim，shoutedinaudiblepersonalthings。
　　Mostofthefaceswereflushed，butmanywereghastlywhite。Anddiseasewasthere，andmanyahandthatwavedtohimwasgauntandlean。Menandwomenofthenewage！Strangeandincrediblemeeting！Asthebroadstreampassedbeforehimtotheright，tributarygangwaysfromtheremoteuplandsofthehallthrustdownwardinanincessantreplacementofpeople；
　　tramp，tramp，tramp，tramp。Theunisonofthesongwasenrichedandcomplicatedbythemassiveechoesofarchesandpassages。Menandwomenmingledintheranks；tramp，tramp，tramp，tramp。
　　Thewholeworldseemedmarching。Tramp，tramp，tramp，tramp；hisbrainwastramping。Thegarmentswavedonward，thefacespouredbymoreabundantly。
　　Tramp，tramp，tramp，tramp；atLincoln’spressureheturnedtowardsthearchway，walkingunconsciouslyinthatrhythm，scarcelynoticinghismovementforthemelodyandstirofit。Themultitude，thegestureandsong，allmovedinthatdirection，theflowofpeoplesmotedownwarduntiltheupturnedfaceswerebelowthelevelofhisfeet。Hewasawareofapathbeforehim，ofasuiteabouthim，ofguardsanddignities，and；Lincolnonhisrighthand。Attendantsintervened，andeverandagainblottedoutthesightofthemultitudetotheleft。Beforehimwentthebacksoftheguardsinblack——threeandthreeandthree。Hewasmarchedalongalittlerailedway，andcrossedabovethearchway，withthetorrentdippingtoflowbeneath，andshoutinguptohim。Hedidnotknowwhitherhewent；hedidnotwanttoknow。Heglancedbackacrossaflamingspaciousnessofhall。Tramp，tramp，tramp，tramp。
　　CHAPTERX
　　THEBATTLEOFTHEDARKNESS
　　Hewasnolongerinthehall。Hewasmarchingalongagalleryoverhangingoneofthegreatstreetsofthemovingplatformsthattraversedthecity。
　　Beforehimandbehindhimtrampedhisguards。Thewholeconcaveofthemovingwaysbelowwasacongestedmassofpeoplemarching，trampingtotheleft，shouting，wavinghandsandarms，pouringalongahugevista，shoutingastheycameintoview，shoutingastheypassed，shoutingastheyreceded，untiltheglobesofelectriclightrecedinginperspectivedroppeddownitseemedandhidtheswarmingbareheads。
　　Tramp，tramp，tramp，tramp。