He had spent three wonderful days among these sweet Mudcat people, who called themselves Eloi, and all of whom bore a surprising resemblance to Tuesday Weld, but his heart chafed to see more of this future time. There was also this strange mystery, a kind of fear that possessed the Eloi.

As dusk fell every night, they moved indoors, into their cabins, and there, by the light of drip candles, they sang "Blowing in the Wind", "Pretty Peggy-O", and "Colours" to the sounds of guitars. He had been initially surprised that so many of these songs had survived the countless millenia between his time and theirs, but he was even more surprised when at the end of each song, the circle of Eloi would murmur: "Groovy, man" or "Give Peace a Chance". But the song circle of Eloi was more of a huddled circle, against the darkness outside; rather than a circle of joy. Once, one of the group to which he had become attached had become somewhat drugged on something he was smoking, and in spite of entreaties, had opened the door and wandered out into the night. Within a few moments, a shriek of horror and pain was heard in the near distance. The Time Traveller leapt to his feet, but the Eloi sat there, and tuned their instruments.

"What was that?" he cried.

"O Traveller, who knows, man, " said the nearest Eloi. "Have some of this, take your mind off. He forgot the rules of the song circle."

When day broke, the Eloi once more moved out into the beautiful flowery world in which they lived, and spent their time gathering the luscious fruits and each other into their arms. As he passed through the blissful groups, his restlessness grew -- was there more to this world than endless verses of "Barbry Allan?"?

Then, at the end of one of his walks, he came upon what appeared to be a deep well, lipped by a great concrete circle in the middle of a lawn. He moved to the edge and looked down. There was blackness as far as he could see. But on the side of the well, there were rungs for climbing. He shrugged, and turned away, but as he did, he heard a sudden sound from deep below. It sounded like "In-a-gadda-da vida!!!!!" And there was a kind of clanging music than emanated from deep underground.

He was intrigued, and decided to hazard a descent. He clambered over the lip, and was beginning to climb down, when from every direction Eloi ran towards him, weeping and wailing. "Don't go down there, friend!" they clamoured.

"Why not?" he replied.

"Morlock, "they whimpered. "Bad Mudcat people. Rock music. Top 10!! Hard rock!! Unoriginal instruments!!"

He went down a few more rungs. There were harsh grinding sounds creeping up on him from the depths belows.

"No, no," they cried. "Morlock!!!!!!!! They EAT ELOI!!!"
And their horrible secret was out.