The Wheeling daily register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1864-1878, 1872-01-01
ANOTHER HAIL STORM.
MANY WINDOWS BROKEN

All day yesterday the clouds hung
low and threatening, and occasionally
vented themselves by spurts Of rain.
The air was thick, murky, close and
warm, the thermometer standing at
70 degrees. Occasionally we were
treated to the sound OF thunder, low and
muttering, and binding flashes of
lightning. The entire day was as un-
like winter day as one could well i'm
agine.
Between 3 and 4 o'clock in the after
noon the same peculiorities were noticea.
BILE as during the great hail storm Of
May, 1869. The fog rose from the
river like a veil, while the clouds as
they came down the valley of Indian
Wheeling creek, had the same pea soup
colored appearance as on the day men
toned. AS the clouds passed over the
river the fog rose to meet them, com.
pletely shutting out view Of the Island
presenting, as we have said, the appear
ance of monster veil stretched across
the river. A dull, roaring sound, like
the wings Of mighty wind
was heard, betokening the ap-
proach of a gale, while above all was
heard the roll of the thunder, as
incessant as the roar OF artillery on the
field OF battle. AS the storm came, flash
after flash of lightning, almost binding
in its intensity, lighted up the way Of
the Storm King as he rode on the ap-
preaching tempest.
Every one who witnessed yesterdays
storm, and who had seen the previous
hail storm, remarked on the similarity
of their approach.
About four o'clock the storm burst
upon us in its fury. The wind roared
like hurricane, and the rain fell, not
in drops, as it usually does, but in a
broad sheet, 80 dense that one could
not see across the streets. The cutters
were swollen to the size Of creeks, and
soon Market street, Main street, and the
streets running east and west from one
to the other, were converted into madly
rushing rivers, bearing on their muddy
bosoms, boxes, barrels, lumber, in fact
everything thai could float.
This deluge transpired in less time
it takes to write about it, and with it
came the hail, with rattle like the
discharge of musketry, and in size as
large as walnuts.
The rattle of the hail, the roaring Of
the waters in the streets and Of the rain
as it fell from the heavens, the peeling
of the deep-toned thunder and the con-
tiuual flashing of the lightning made
up a scene of awe and grandeur that
will not be forgotten soon.
Many timid persons were badly
frightened, looking for nothing else than
repetition of the damage done by,
and the scenes consequent on the pre-
vious hail storm. We hear of one
mother who put all her children under
the bed and then got into bed herself
and pulled the coverlet over her head,
imagining that she and they were thus
made perfectly safe.
A large number Of panes of glass
were broken in buildings on Main and
Market streets. The hail storm seemed
to have fallen hardest in those locali-
tiles. On Water street, we could learn
of no damage Of any great amount TO
the window glass.
TWAS almost impossible last night 10
ascertain just how much damage was
done, as the heavy rains drove every
person off the streets, and as, thanks
to somebody, not gaslight was lit on
Market or Main street, or in fact any
street below Fourth, so that any one
could see, and this with the street
crossings covered with mud to the
depth of foot or 80, and DISTRACTED
with lumber boxes, and the debris of
the storm.