I approached England the next morning, with the wide highway of salt water all to myself. There were ships in the harbor, at Dover, but they were naked as to sails, and there was no sign of life about them. The mournfulness of death was everywhere. I couldn't understand it. Now I understood the stupendous calamity that had overtaken England.
Invasion is a triviality to it.
A miserable journey. A desolate silence everywhere. Even in London itself. The Tower showed recent war-scars. Verily, much had been happening.