Dịch vụ quay phim và đồ họa multimedia

Kích thước (mm)	Kích thước (inch)	Pixel (300 DPI/PPI)	Tỷ lệ	Ghi chú
89 x 127	3,5 x 5	1051 × 1500	10:7	Thường gọi là cỡ 9 x 12 cm
102 x 152	4 x 6	1205 × 1795	3:2	Thường gọi là cỡ 10 x 15 cm (gần cỡ giấy postcard Nhật)
127 x 178	5 x 7	1500 × 2102	7:5	Thường gọi là cỡ 13 x 18 cm
152 × 203	6 x 8	1795 × 2398	4:3	Thường gọi là cỡ 15 x 20 cm, bẳng 1/2 khổ giấy A4
203 × 254	8 x 10	2398 × 3000	5:4	Thường gọi là cỡ 20 x 25 cm
203 × 305	8 x 12	2398 × 3602	3:2	Xấp xỉ bằng khổ giấy A4, gấp đôi cỡ 15 x 20 cm
254 × 305	10 x 12	3000 × 3602	6:5	Thường gọi là cỡ 25 x 30 cm
254 × 381	10 x 15	3000 × 4500	3:2	Thường gọi là cỡ 25 x 38 cm
279 × 356	11 x 14	3295 × 4205	14:11	Thường gọi là cỡ 28 x 36 cm
279 × 432	11 x 17	3295 × 5102	17:11	Thường gọi là cỡ 28 x 43 cm
305 × 381	12 x 15	3602 × 4500	5:4	Thường gọi là cỡ 30 x 38 cm
305 × 457	12 x 18	3602 × 5492	3:2	Thường gọi là cỡ 30 x 45 cm
762 x 508	20 x 30	6000 x 9000	3:2	Thường gọi là cỡ 50 x 75 cm, bằng ảnh lịch cuốn treo tường
105 x 148	4.13 x 5.83	1750 x 1240	A6	Bằng nửa khổ A5, bằng 1/4 khổ A4
148 x 210	5.83 x 8.27	2480 x 1750	A5	Bằng nửa khổ A4, xấp xỉ bằng cỡ ảnh 15 x 20 cm
210 x 297	8.27 x 11.69	3500 x 2480	A4	Khổ giấy A4, xấp xỉ gấp đôi ảnh cỡ 15 x 20 cm
297 x 420	11.69 x 16.54	4960 x 3500	A3	Gấp đôi khổ A4
420 x 594	16.54 x 23.39	7020 x 4960	A2	Gấp đôi khổ A3, gấp 4 khổ A4

• Pixel là điểm ảnh (picture element), đơn vị tính độ phân giải (resolution) của ảnh số. Độ phân giải càng lớn, ảnh càng rõ chi tiết.
• Nếu muốn lưu giữ tệp tin ảnh (image file) ở độ phân giải lớn để bảo đảm chất lượng sử dụng sau này, không cần cúp ảnh nhỏ hơn ảnh đang có đúng theo độ phân giải trong bảng này mà chỉ cần giữ tỷ lệ (hai chiều) của ảnh đúng với tỷ lệ ảnh muốn in.
• Chất lượng ảnh in trên giấy phụ thuộc vào nhiều yếu tố như độ phân giải của ảnh gốc, loại máy in, chất lượng máy in, chất lượng mực in, chất lượng giấy sử dụng in ảnh.
• Ảnh nhỏ đem phóng to bằng phần mềm chỉnh sửa ảnh thường thường có chất lượng giảm sút, mất chi tiết hình ảnh, đặc biệt nếu phóng to hơn ảnh gốc với tỷ lệ quá lớn.

- Nếu bạn cắt ảnh theo cm và giữ nguyên độ phân giải, ảnh sẽ có thể đem rửa/in đúng kích thước (theo cm) đã cắt và vẫn đảm bảo độ sắc nét. Ví dụ, cắt ảnh 10x15cm x 300ppi thì đem rửa/in ảnh 10x15cm vẫn đảm bảo độ nét, nhưng nếu rửa to hơn cỡ này (ví dụ 13x18cm) thì độ nét sẽ bị giảm, in càng to thị độ nét càng giảm.
- Ngoài ra, khi lưu ảnh JPG/JPEG, bạn cần lưu ở chất lượng cao nhất; nếu như ở PS thì là 12 (Quality = 12) thì khi đem rửa/in mới nét.
- Đề phòng trường hợp sau này muốn phóng to ảnh, nên lưu theo độ phân giải và kích cỡ lớn nhất (theo gốc, không phải phóng to trên phần mềm).
- Độ nét: Còn tùy công nghệ in. Nếu in bằng máy in ảnh thì cúp cắt đúng tỷ lệ là tốt nhất. Nếu phóng ảnh bằng máy quang thì càng to càng tốt. In/rửa bé bạn thấy nét hơn một phần vì mắt người lúc đó không phân biệt được các chi tiết khi mọi thứ bé lại đáng kể.
- Bạn không cần chỉnh sửa lại resolution, cứ để nguyên như lấy từ máy ảnh ra là được vì về mặt chi tiết ảnh, số lượng pixels gốc là không thay đổi, khi thay đổi độ phân giải, phần mềm phải giãn kích thước và thêm pixels lấy từ các pixels đã có chứ không thể thêm chi tiết. Trừ khi bạn muốn phóng rất to như làm pano quảng cáo, nhưng cũng sẽ phải xử lý nét bằng một vài công cụ (cũng trên Photoshop) để ảnh nét hơn. Ngoài ra, khi phóng to, người xem sẽ phải đứng xa hơn để xem, vì vậy cảm nhận về độ nét là dường như gần giống nhau.
- Căn chỉnh lại ảnh trên PS theo đúng khổ A4 (210x297cm). Ghi nhớ là chỉ cần đúng tỷ lệ, không cần theo cm. Hoặc
- Khi đặt lệnh in, bạn tìm vào chỗ cài đặt và in tất cả 2 chiều lọt vào trong khổ giấy A4. Bạn sẽ phải cắt bớt các phần thừa bằng kéo sau khi in xong.
* Có thể dùng phần mềm miễn phí này để xem và in rất hay: http://vinacamera.com/?p=281 (Hướng dẫn: Trong khi đang xem 1 ảnh bằng phần mềm này, nhấn Ctrl+P, rồi ở mục Size, chọn Fit to page.)
* In ấn đòi hỏi quá trình quản lý in khá phức tạp, cả về kích thước, tỷ lệ và màu sắc, bạn cần tìm hiểu kỹ để tránh tốn giấy, tốn mực, nhất là in ảnh màu để sao cho ảnh trung thực màu sắc.
* Khi in ảnh ở hiệu ảnh, bạn cần ra đó hỏi trước xem cỡ ảnh bạn định in là tỷ lệ 2 chiều nào, rồi về hãy chỉnh đúng tỷ lệ trên PS, nhất là có làm khung thì phải chính xác, không thì khung cái hiện ra, cái không, hoặc bề rộng của khung bị xén bớt, ảnh rất xấu.
- Bạn cũng có thể đề nghị người ta in đủ mọi chi tiết của ảnh, tức là sẽ có một chiều bị thừa giấy, ảnh không được to hết khổ giấy, và về nhà phải cắt phần thừa đi.
- Còn cụ thể ảnh của bạn, người ta phóng to thu nhỏ thế nào tôi không được rõ, cũng có nơi làm có trách nhiệm, có nơi làm ẩu in ra sai tỷ lệ.
- Bạn kiểm tra lại xem bạn đang đặt “chất lượng’ / quality như thế nào trên máy của bạn. 14MP là kích cỡ tối đa, cho độ phân giải lớn nhất, nhưng máy cũng có thể cài để chụp ở các độ phân giải thấp hơn nhiều, với chất lượng thấp hơn rất nhiều. Nếu đặt sai thì đặt lại, thường lớn nhất là cỡ L (Large), và có thể thêm thông số độ mịn cao nhất là Fine. Large + Fine thường là cài đặt cho kích cỡ ảnh có độ phân giải lớn nhất của máy KTS.
- Nếu bạn đã đặt đúng, mà ảnh vẫn bị vỡ, thì là do trong quá trình in họ đã cúp cắt không đúng, hoặc do bạn đã cúp cắt quá nhỏ trước khi đưa tệp ảnh số đi in.

em có câu hỏi hơi ngu tí (vì đọc cái bảng trên rồi nhưng vẫn chưa hiểu nên mong các anh giải đáp cho em với ạ)
em đang lấy hình ảnh in phục vụ học tập cho các bé mầm non, khi em thấy detail của ảnh Dimension (kích thước) : 960*640 nhưng dung lượng thì chỉ 42,1kb vậy hình ảnh này có đủ chuẩn để in trên A4 không ạ?
việc dung lượng ảnh và pixel của ảnh có liên quan và ảnh hưởng như thế nào không ạ, em cũng biết là ảnh có dung lượng lớn thì ảnh càng nét nhưng em không biết sự liên kết như thế nào của 2 chỉ tiêu là dung lượng và pixel hoặc kích thước ạ.
_- 960*640 bạn nói là đơn vị nào? mm hay là gì? Giấy A4 có kích thước khác (297 x 210 mm)
- Ảnh chỉ có 41.2KB thì chắc chắn không ổn rồi vì quá bé, in lớn ra sẽ rạn vỡ không còn ra hình ảnh nữa.
- Bạn biết sự liên kết đó để làm gì? Độ lớn của tệp ảnh phụ thuộc vào rất nhiều thứ như định dạng, số lượng màu sắc và chi tiết, v.v… Bạn nên quan tâm tới độ phân giải tính bằng điểm ảnh PIXEL. Để in ấn, thường cần mật độ pixel là 300 pixels / inch dài tức khoảng 120px/cm dài (in báo chỉ cần khoảng 150 pixel), tức nếu muốn in ảnh cỡ 4 x 6cm bạn cần có ảnh hai chiều là khoảng 480 x 720px. Một ảnh như vậy với màu sắc thông thường ở định dạng JPEG/JPG thì có kích cỡ tệp ảnh là khoảng hơn 100KB.

tôi scan một tấm ảnh có kích thước 13cm x 6,5cm ( dùng phân mền PS) và in bằng máy ảnh cannon pixma ip7270 ( in tràn lề trên giấy thường ) nhưng khi in xong kích thước lại không đúng như thông số đã chọn trên máy tính; xin hỏi có thể tôi đã mắc phải lỗi gì, cách khắc phục- Xin chân thành cảm ơn!
_Khi in, tệp ảnh của bạn cần theo cm hoặc mm. Bạn cần dùng các phần mềm chỉnh sửa ảnh và đặt kích thước theo cm. Bạn cũng cần xem in ở bao nhiêu DPI thì kích thước phải tương ứng. Khi bạn scan, càng to càng tốt.cho em hỏi máy chụp hình canon 12 MP thì rửa ảnh kích thước tối đa bao nhiêu mà ảnh vẫn đẹp nét. Em cám ơn 
_To bao nhiêu cũng được, căn bản là độ nét.
- Với 12MP, bạn có thể in ảnh ở kích thước lịch treo tường 75x50cm nét căng.
- Các tiệm ảnh cưới cách đây dăm bảy năng chỉ dùng độ phân dải 6MP mà vẫn có thể in ảnh như vậy.

Cho mình hỏi. Trong photoshop mình để kích thước 25cm x 70cm. Nhưng khi ra file image JPG để in thì kích thước bị hụt! mong được tư vấn! Thanks
_Hụt so với cái gì?
- Khi chỉnh để in, bạn cần xem người ta in ở độ phân giải nào. Ví dụ 25x70cm mà ở độ phân giải 72 pixel thì nó bé tèo, nhưng ở 300 pixel thì nó sẽ rất to.
- Nói chung thì bạn đừng nên quan tâm tới kích thước theo CM, mà nên quan tâm tới tỷ lệ của ảnh, còn kích thước cứ để càng to, độ phân giải càng lớn càng tốt.Mình muốn in 1 tấm ảnh với khổ A2 nhưng hình của mình tương đối nhỏ (cụ thể 1800×1459 pixel)thì có cách nào in được tấm ảnh chất lượng. Cám ơn mọi người- Ảnh của bạn như vậy là chỉ có hơn 2,5MP, hơi nhỏ với khổ định in A2 (nhưng không quá tồi)
- Bạn có thể dùng Photoshop phóng to, tăng kích thước và độ sắc nét (khá nhiều động tác phức tạp) để khi in A2 đạt độ nét tương đối (không thể nét căng mà vẫn giữ tương phản màu sắc đẹp vì kích thước gốc quá thấp).
- Tốt nhất là ra hiệu, khi in, bảo người ta làm thế nào cho nét nhất.

Hướng dẫn hữu ích giúp giải phóng bộ nhớ iphone 7, lưu tối đa vui thả ga. Dành cho những ai đang gặp tình trạng hết bộ nhớ.

Việc sở hữu một chiếc iphone ở Việt Nam không hề dễ dàng vì Iphone là một dòng trong phân khúc điện thoại cao cấp. Việc lựa chọn những bản có dung lượng nhỏ là một sự lựa chọn khá “kinh tế” cho những ai mong muốn sở hữu và trải nghiệm đứa con cưng của ông lớn Apple. Tuy nhiên điều này lại dẫn đến tình trạng hết bộ nhớ - một “vấn nạn” chung của người dùng smartphone nói chung cũng như iphone nói riêng.


Hầu hết iPhone và iPad đều được cài đặt sẵn bộ ứng dụng văn phòng iWork của Apple, bao gồm các ứng dụng Pages, Keynote, iMovie, Numbers, và GarageBand. Tuy vậy, ít ai sử dụng những ứng dụng này trên thiết bị di động. Trong khi đó, bộ ứng dụng iWork có thể chiếm đến 3GB dung lượng lưu trữ trên máy. Vì thế, bạn nên gỡ bỏ bộ ứng dụng này để có thêm kha khá dung lượng bộ nhớ trên iPhone 7.

Với các bước cực kì đơn giản trên bạn đã có thể giải phóng được 3GB dung lượng bộ nhớ trên chiếc iPhone 7 và 7 Plus. Cách này vẫn có thể áp dụng cho iPad và những iPhone đời mới từ iPhone 6 trở lên. Miễn là thiết bị của bạn được cài đặt sẵn bộ ứng dụng iWork. Hi vọng bài viết này hữu ích cho bạn, chúc bạn thành công.

We decided to use this room, on the second floor and overlooking the plaza, for Dejah Thoris and Sola, and another room adjoining and in the rear for the cooking and supplies. I then dispatched Sola to bring the bedding and such food and utensils as she might need, telling her that I would guard Dejah Thoris until her return.
As Sola departed Dejah Thoris turned to me with a faint smile.

"And whereto, then, would your prisoner escape should you leave her, unless it was to follow you and crave your protection, and ask your pardon for the cruel thoughts she has harbored against you these past few days?"

"You are right," I answered, "there is no escape for either of us unless we go together."

"I heard your challenge to the creature you call Tars Tarkas, and I think I understand your position among these people, but what I cannot fathom is your statement that you are not of Barsoom."

"In the name of my first ancestor, then," she continued, "where may you be from? You are like unto my people, and yet so unlike. You speak my language, and yet I heard you tell Tars Tarkas that you had but learned it recently. All Barsoomians speak the same tongue from the ice-clad south to the ice-clad north, though their written languages differ. Only in the valley Dor, where the river Iss empties into the lost sea of Korus, is there supposed to be a different language spoken, and, except in the legends of our ancestors, there is no record of a Barsoomian returning up the river Iss, from the shores of Korus in the valley of Dor. Do not tell me that you have thus returned! They would kill you horribly anywhere upon the surface of Barsoom if that were true; tell me it is not!"
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Her eyes were filled with a strange, weird light; her voice was pleading, and her little hands, reached up upon my breast, were pressed against me as though to wring a denial from my very heart.


"I do not know your customs, Dejah Thoris, but in my own Virginia a gentleman does not lie to save himself; I am not of Dor; I have never seen the mysterious Iss; the lost sea of Korus is still lost, so far as I am concerned. Do you believe me?"
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And then it struck me suddenly that I was very anxious that she should believe me. It was not that I feared the results which would follow a general belief that I had returned from the Barsoomian heaven or hell, or whatever it was. Why was it, then! Why should I care what she thought? I looked down at her; her beautiful face upturned, and her wonderful eyes opening up the very depth of her soul; and as my eyes met hers I knew why, and—I shuddered.

A similar wave of feeling seemed to stir her; she drew away from me with a sigh, and with her earnest, beautiful face turned up to mine, she whispered: "I believe you, John Carter; I do not know what a 'gentleman' is, nor have I ever heard before of Virginia; but on Barsoom no man lies; if he does not wish to speak the truth he is silent. Where is this Virginia, your country, John Carter?" she asked, and it seemed that this fair name of my fair land had never sounded more beautiful than as it fell from those perfect lips on that far-gone day.

"'Tis my Mary, my Mary herself! She promised that my boy, every morning, should be carried to the hill to catch the first glimpse of his father's sail! Yes, yes! no more! it is done! we head for Nantucket! Come, my Captain, study out the course, and let us away! See, see! the boy's face from the window! the boy's hand on the hill!"

But Ahab's glance was averted; like a blighted fruit tree he shook, and cast his last, cindered apple to the soil.

"What is it, what nameless, inscrutable, unearthly thing is it; what cozening, hidden lord and master, and cruel, remorseless emperor commands me; that against all natural lovings and longings, I so keep pushing, and crowding, and jamming myself on all the time; recklessly making me ready to do what in my own proper, natural heart, I durst not so much as dare? Is Ahab, Ahab? Is it I, God, or who, that lifts this arm? But if the great sun move not of himself; but is as an errand-boy in heaven; nor one single star can revolve, but by some invisible power; how then can this one small heart beat; this one small brain think thoughts; unless God does that beating, does that thinking, does that living, and not I. By heaven, man, we are turned round and round in this world, like yonder windlass, and Fate is the handspike. And all the time, lo! that smiling sky, and this unsounded sea! Look! see yon Albicore! who put it into him to chase and fang that flying-fish? Where do murderers go, man! Who's to doom, when the judge himself is dragged to the bar? But it is a mild, mild wind, and a mild looking sky; and the air smells now, as if it blew from a far-away meadow; they have been making hay somewhere under the slopes of the Andes, Starbuck, and the mowers are sleeping among the new-mown hay. Sleeping? Aye, toil we how we may, we all sleep at last on the field. Sleep? Aye, and rust amid greenness; as last year's scythes flung down, and left in the half-cut swaths—Starbuck!"

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But blanched to a corpse's hue with despair, the Mate had stolen away.

Ahab crossed the deck to gaze over on the other side; but started at two reflected, fixed eyes in the water there. Fedallah was motionlessly leaning over the same rail.

That night, in the mid-watch, when the old man—as his wont at intervals—stepped forth from the scuttle in which he leaned, and went to his pivot-hole, he suddenly thrust out his face fiercely, snuffing up the sea air as a sagacious ship's dog will, in drawing nigh to some barbarous isle. He declared that a whale must be near. Soon that peculiar odor, sometimes to a great distance given forth by the living sperm whale, was palpable to all the watch; nor was any mariner surprised when, after inspecting the compass, and then the dog-vane, and then ascertaining the precise bearing of the odor as nearly as possible, Ahab rapidly ordered the ship's course to be slightly altered, and the sail to be shortened.

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The rest of his body was so streaked, and spotted, and marbled with the same shrouded hue, that, in the end, he had gained his distinctive appellation of the White Whale; a name, indeed, literally justified by his vivid aspect, when seen gliding at high noon through a dark blue sea, leaving a milky-way wake of creamy foam, all spangled with golden gleamings.

Nor was it his unwonted magnitude, nor his remarkable hue, nor yet his deformed lower jaw, that so much invested the whale with natural terror, as that unexampled, intelligent malignity which, according to specific accounts, he had over and over again evinced in his assaults. More than all, his treacherous retreats struck more of dismay than perhaps aught else. For, when swimming before his exulting pursuers, with every apparent symptom of alarm, he had several times been known to turn round suddenly, and, bearing down upon them, either stave their boats to splinters, or drive them back in consternation to their ship.

Already several fatalities had attended his chase. But though similar disasters, however little bruited ashore, were by no means unusual in the fishery; yet, in most instances, such seemed the White Whale's infernal aforethought of ferocity, that every dismembering or death that he caused, was not wholly regarded as having been inflicted by an unintelligent agent.

Judge, then, to what pitches of inflamed, distracted fury the minds of his more desperate hunters were impelled, when amid the chips of chewed boats, and the sinking limbs of torn comrades, they swam out of the white curds of the whale's direful wrath into the serene, exasperating sunlight, that smiled on, as if at a birth or a bridal.
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Chapter 2

His three boats stove around him, and oars and men both whirling in the eddies; one captain, seizing the line-knife from his broken prow, had dashed at the whale, as an Arkansas duellist at his foe, blindly seeking with a six inch blade to reach the fathom-deep life of the whale. That captain was Ahab. And then it was, that suddenly sweeping his sickle-shaped lower jaw beneath him, Moby Dick had reaped away Ahab's leg, as a mower a blade of grass in the field. No turbaned Turk, no hired Venetian or Malay, could have smote him with more seeming malice. Small reason was there to doubt, then, that ever since that almost fatal encounter, Ahab had cherished a wild vindictiveness against the whale, all the more fell for that in his frantic morbidness he at last came to identify with him, not only all his bodily woes, but all his intellectual and spiritual exasperations. The White Whale swam before him as the monomaniac incarnation of all those malicious agencies which some deep men feel eating in them, till they are left living on with half a heart and half a lung. That intangible malignity which has been from the beginning; to whose dominion even the modern Christians ascribe one-half of the worlds; which the ancient Ophites of the east reverenced in their statue devil;—Ahab did not fall down and worship it like them; but deliriously transferring its idea to the abhorred white whale, he pitted himself, all mutilated, against it. All that most maddens and torments; all that stirs up the lees of things; all truth with malice in it; all that cracks the sinews and cakes the brain; all the subtle demonisms of life and thought; all evil, to crazy Ahab, were visibly personified, and made practically assailable in Moby Dick. He piled upon the whale's white hump the sum of all the general rage and hate felt by his whole race from Adam down; and then, as if his chest had been a mortar, he burst his hot heart's shell upon it.

It is not probable that this monomania in him took its instant rise at the precise time of his bodily dismemberment. Then, in darting at the monster, knife in hand, he had but given loose to a sudden, passionate, corporal animosity; and when he received the stroke that tore him, he probably but felt the agonizing bodily laceration, but nothing more. Yet, when by this collision forced to turn towards home, and for long months of days and weeks, Ahab and anguish lay stretched together in one hammock, rounding in mid winter that dreary, howling Patagonian Cape; then it was, that his torn body and gashed soul bled into one another; and so interfusing, made him mad. That it was only then, on the homeward voyage, after the encounter, that the final monomania seized him, seems all but certain from the fact that, at intervals during the passage, he was a raving lunatic; and, though unlimbed of a leg, yet such vital strength yet lurked in his Egyptian chest, and was moreover intensified by his delirium, that his mates were forced to lace him fast, even there, as he sailed, raving in his hammock. In a strait-jacket, he swung to the mad rockings of the gales. And, when running into more sufferable latitudes, the ship, with mild stun'sails spread, floated across the tranquil tropics, and, to all appearances, the old man's delirium seemed left behind him with the Cape Horn swells, and he came forth from his dark den into the blessed light and air; even then, when he bore that firm, collected front, however pale, and issued his calm orders once again; and his mates thanked God the direful madness was now gone; even then, Ahab, in his hidden self, raved on. Human madness is oftentimes a cunning and most feline thing. When you think it fled, it may have but become transfigured into some still subtler form. Ahab's full lunacy subsided not, but deepeningly contracted; like the unabated Hudson, when that noble Northman flows narrowly, but unfathomably through the Highland gorge. But, as in his narrow-flowing monomania, not one jot of Ahab's broad madness had been left behind; so in that broad madness, not one jot of his great natural intellect had perished. That before living agent, now became the living instrument. If such a furious trope may stand, his special lunacy stormed his general sanity, and carried it, and turned all its concentred cannon upon its own mad mark; so that far from having lost his strength, Ahab, to that one end, did now possess a thousand fold more potency than ever he had sanely brought to bear upon any one reasonable object.
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Chapter 3

At the period of our arrival at the Island, the heaviest storage of the Pequod had been almost completed; comprising her beef, bread, water, fuel, and iron hoops and staves. But, as before hinted, for some time there was a continual fetching and carrying on board of divers odds and ends of things, both large and small.

Chief among those who did this fetching and carrying was Captain Bildad's sister, a lean old lady of a most determined and indefatigable spirit, but withal very kindhearted, who seemed resolved that, if SHE could help it, nothing should be found wanting in the Pequod, after once fairly getting to sea. At one time she would come on board with a jar of pickles for the steward's pantry; another time with a bunch of quills for the chief mate's desk, where he kept his log; a third time with a roll of flannel for the small of some one's rheumatic back. Never did any woman better deserve her name, which was Charity—Aunt Charity, as everybody called her. And like a sister of charity did this charitable Aunt Charity bustle about hither and thither, ready to turn her hand and heart to anything that promised to yield safety, comfort, and consolation to all on board a ship in which her beloved brother Bildad was concerned, and in which she herself owned a score or two of well-saved dollars.

But it was startling to see this excellent hearted Quakeress coming on board, as she did the last day, with a long oil-ladle in one hand, and a still longer whaling lance in the other. Nor was Bildad himself nor Captain Peleg at all backward. As for Bildad, he carried about with him a long list of the articles needed, and at every fresh arrival, down went his mark opposite that article upon the paper. Every once in a while Peleg came hobbling out of his whalebone den, roaring at the men down the hatchways, roaring up to the riggers at the mast-head, and then concluded by roaring back into his wigwam.
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Chapter 4

In a few minutes there was, so far as the soldier could see, not a living thing left upon the common, and every bush and tree upon it that was not already a blackened skeleton was burning. The hussars had been on the road beyond the curvature of the ground, and he saw nothing of them. He heard the Martians rattle for a time and then become still. The giant saved Woking station and its cluster of houses until the last; then in a moment the Heat-Ray was brought to bear, and the town became a heap of fiery ruins. Then the Thing shut off the Heat-Ray, and turning its back upon the artilleryman, began to waddle away towards the smouldering pine woods that sheltered the second cylinder. As it did so a second glittering Titan built itself up out of the pit.

The second monster followed the first, and at that the artilleryman began to crawl very cautiously across the hot heather ash towards Horsell. He managed to get alive into the ditch by the side of the road, and so escaped to Woking. There his story became ejaculatory. The place was impassable. It seems there were a few people alive there, frantic for the most part and many burned and scalded. He was turned aside by the fire, and hid among some almost scorching heaps of broken wall as one of the Martian giants returned. He saw this one pursue a man, catch him up in one of its steely tentacles, and knock his head against the trunk of a pine tree. At last, after nightfall, the artilleryman made a rush for it and got over the railway embankment.

Since then he had been skulking along towards Maybury, in the hope of getting out of danger Londonward. People were hiding in trenches and cellars, and many of the survivors had made off towards Woking village and Send. He had been consumed with thirst until he found one of the water mains near the railway arch smashed, and the water bubbling out like a spring upon the road.

That was the story I got from him, bit by bit. He grew calmer telling me and trying to make me see the things he had seen. He had eaten no food since midday, he told me early in his narrative, and I found some mutton and bread in the pantry and brought it into the room. We lit no lamp for fear of attracting the Martians, and ever and again our hands would touch upon bread or meat. As he talked, things about us came darkly out of the darkness, and the trampled bushes and broken rose trees outside the window grew distinct. It would seem that a number of men or animals had rushed across the lawn. I began to see his face, blackened and haggard, as no doubt mine was also.
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Chapter 5

When we had finished eating we went softly upstairs to my study, and I looked again out of the open window. In one night the valley had become a valley of ashes. The fires had dwindled now. Where flames had been there were now streamers of smoke; but the countless ruins of shattered and gutted houses and blasted and blackened trees that the night had hidden stood out now gaunt and terrible in the pitiless light of dawn. Yet here and there some object had had the luck to escape--a white railway signal here, the end of a greenhouse there, white and fresh amid the wreckage. Never before in the history of warfare had destruction been so indiscriminate and so universal. And shining with the growing light of the east, three of the metallic giants stood about the pit, their cowls rotating as though they were surveying the desolation they had made.

It seemed to me that the pit had been enlarged, and ever and again puffs of vivid green vapour streamed up and out of it towards the brightening dawn--streamed up, whirled, broke, and vanished.

Beyond were the pillars of fire about Chobham. They became pillars of bloodshot smoke at the first touch of day.

As the dawn grew brighter we withdrew from the window from which we had watched the Martians, and went very quietly downstairs.

The enormous broad tires of the chariots and the padded feet of the animals brought forth no sound from the moss-covered sea bottom; and so we moved in utter silence, like some huge phantasmagoria, except when the stillness was broken by the guttural growling of a goaded zitidar, or the squealing of fighting thoats. The green Martians converse but little, and then usually in monosyllables, low and like the faint rumbling of distant thunder.

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My brother noticed a pale grey smoke or haze rising among the houses in front of them, and veiling the white facade of a terrace beyond the road that appeared between the backs of the villas. Mrs. Elphinstone suddenly cried out at a number of tongues of smoky red flame leaping up above the houses in front of them against the hot, blue sky. The tumultuous noise resolved itself now into the disorderly mingling of many voices, the gride of many wheels, the creaking of waggons, and the staccato of hoofs. The lane came round sharply not fifty yards from the crossroads.

"Good heavens!" cried Mrs. Elphinstone. "What is this you are driving us into?"
My brother stopped.

For the main road was a boiling stream of people, a torrent of human beings rushing northward, one pressing on another. A great bank of dust, white and luminous in the blaze of the sun, made everything within twenty feet of the ground grey and indistinct and was perpetually renewed by the hurrying feet of a dense crowd of horses and of men and women on foot, and by the wheels of vehicles of every description.

"Way!" my brother heard voices crying. "Make way!"

It was like riding into the smoke of a fire to approach the meeting point of the lane and road; the crowd roared like a fire, and the dust was hot and pungent. And, indeed, a little way up the road a villa was burning and sending rolling masses of black smoke across the road to add to the confusion.

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Two men came past them. Then a dirty woman, carrying a heavy bundle and weeping. A lost retriever dog, with hanging tongue, circled dubiously round them, scared and wretched, and fled at my brother's threat.

So much as they could see of the road Londonward between the houses to the right was a tumultuous stream of dirty, hurrying people, pent in between the villas on either side; the black heads, the crowded forms, grew into distinctness as they rushed towards the corner, hurried past, and merged their individuality again in a receding multitude that was swallowed up at last in a cloud of dust.
"Go on! Go on!" cried the voices. "Way! Way!"

One man's hands pressed on the back of another. My brother stood at the pony's head. Irresistibly attracted, he advanced slowly, pace by pace, down the lane.

"To think of it! I've seen this beach alive with men, women, and children on a pleasant Sunday. And there weren't any bears to eat them up, either. And right up there on the cliff was a big restaurant where you could get anything you wanted to eat. Four million people lived in San Francisco then. And now, in the whole city and county there aren't forty all told. And out there on the sea were ships and ships always to be seen, going in for the Golden Gate or coming out. And airships in the air—dirigibles and flying machines. They could travel two hundred miles an hour. The mail contracts with the New York and San Francisco Limited demanded that for the minimum. There was a chap, a Frenchman, I forget his name, who succeeded in making three hundred; but the thing was risky, too risky for conservative persons. But he was on the right clew, and he would have managed it if it hadn't been for the Great Plague. When I was a boy, there were men alive who remembered the coming of the first aeroplanes, and now I have lived to see the last of them, and that sixty years ago."

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The old man babbled on, unheeded by the boys, who were long accustomed to his garrulousness, and whose vocabularies, besides, lacked the greater portion of the words he used. It was noticeable that in these rambling soliloquies his English seemed to recrudesce into better construction and phraseology. But when he talked directly with the boys it lapsed, largely, into their own uncouth and simpler forms.

"But there weren't many crabs in those days," the old man wandered on. "They were fished out, and they were great delicacies. The open season was only a month long, too. And now crabs are accessible the whole year around. Think of it—catching all the crabs you want, any time you want, in the surf of the Cliff House beach!"

A sudden commotion among the goats brought the boys to their feet. The dogs about the fire rushed to join their snarling fellow who guarded the goats, while the goats themselves stampeded in the direction of their human protectors. A half dozen forms, lean and gray, glided about on the sand hillocks and faced the bristling dogs. Edwin arched an arrow that fell short. But Hare-Lip, with a sling such as David carried into battle against Goliath, hurled a stone through the air that whistled from the speed of its flight. It fell squarely among the wolves and caused them to slink away toward the dark depths of the eucalyptus forest.