The stoey of an eyewitness by
1906 san francisco earthquake
An hour later, ignited from top and sides the St. Its industrial section is wiped out. A minute later the flames were leaping upward In a dozen different quarters south of Market Street, in the working-class ghetto, and in the factories, fires started. They left on the street clothing and treasures they had carried for miles. The bankers and business men hare already set about making preparations to rebuild San Francisco. The steel rails were twisted into perpendicular and horizontal angles. There was no disorder. And for three days and nights this huge fire moved in the sky, reddening the sun, darkening the day and filling the land with smoke. The huge fires continued to burn on.
The refugees were carried free by the railroads to any point they wished to go, and it is estimated that over one hundred thousand people have left the peninsula on which San Francisco stood. Before the march of the flames were flung picket lines of soldiers.
South of Market Street, where the loss of life was particularly heavy, was the first to catch fire. Fire fighters decided to use explosives to destroy buildings in its path. That was all. From every side came the roaring of flames, the crashing of walls, and the detonations of dynamite The Dawn of the Second Day I passed out of the house.
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With me sat Japanese, Italians, Chinese, and negroes--a bit of the cosmopolitan flotsam of the wreck of the city. Throughout the night they dropped items they could no longer hold. And against this wall of flame, silhouetted sharply, were two United States cavalrymen sitting their horses, calming watching. It cost fifteen hundred dollars. There was no shouting and yelling. Jack London - who lived only forty miles from San Francisco - requesting him to go to the scene of the disaster and write the story of what he saw. The most perfect courtesy obtained. Yet from every side, wind was pouring in upon the city. And so dawned the second day on stricken San Francisco. Often, after surmounting a heart-breaking hill. The earthquake shook down in San Francisco hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of walls and chimneys. It was packed with refugees. Thus did the fire of itself build its own colossal chimney through the atmosphere.
Try that piano. Its business section is wiped out. And two huge fires were coming toward this part of the city from different directions.
There was no wind. And still the great fires continued.
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It was like the meeting of the handful of survivors after the day of the end of the world. And the great water pipes had burst. Remains only the fringe of dwelling houses on the outskirts of what was once San Francisco. There are few like it. Had they failed here, the comparatively few remaining houses of the city would have been swept. Before the flames, throughout the night, fled tens of thousands of homeless ones. To the east and south at right angles, were advancing two mighty walls of flame I went inside with the owner of the house on the steps of which I sat. After working hour after hour through the night to save part of their lives, thousands were forced to leave their trunks and flee. The steel rails were twisted into perpendicular and horizontal angles. And a block at a time, as the flames advanced, these pickets retreated. An enumeration of the deeds of heroism would stock a library and bankrupt the Carnegie medal fund. There was no opposing the flames. There were no firemen, no fire-engines, no men fighting with dynamite. Kearny Street was deserted. And against this wall of flame, silhouetted sharply, were two United States cavalrymen sitting their horses, calming watching.
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