Front:
LOOKING EAST A FIRE FRONT OF OVER FOUR MILES.
Back:
REPRODUCED FROM AUTHENTIC PHOTOGRAPHS.
I saw the fire rushing up the narrow ways with a snarling sound. At times the fresh
eastern breeze caught it. Here and there in its path, as far as I could see, were some
of the humble cottages of that quarter, which had fallen down like stacks of cards.
And there, like a flash, I had a vision of the tragedy; the earthquake first, with the red
cloak of fire thrown like a mantle of hypocrisy over its ravages, and the results forever a
poignant mystery.-Harper's Weekly. The Rotograph Co., New York City.
