The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1883-09-06
The Work OF the Wind.

ST. LOUIS, August 27.-The anxiety
of the family of Miss Phoebe Cousins,
the well-known woman's rights lecturer,
was relieved to-day, when a letter from
her was found at the postoffice, announc-
ing her safety, and explaining why it
was that no information had previously
been received of her whereabouts.
Immediately after the tornado had
passed Miss Couzins visited the stricken
town, and her account of the horrors she
witnessed describes q situation which
was terrible. "Mrs. - and l." writes
Miss Couzins, drove down to Rochester,
distance of seventeen miles, and wit.
messed such sight as we hope never to
look upon again. The country, for
many miles, is laid waste. Farmers
crops and barns and improvements are
strewn in every direction, but the loss of
lie is not so great as ut Rochester, al
though the few that are killed and
wounded in the country are horribly
maugled. The wife OF one farmer, who
was i'll the field, started for the house,
but failed to reach it. She ran for 4
stake in the field, but was blown almost
to pieces. The stake was driven through
her body and her limbs torn off so that
they have not yet been found. One
young woman is SO iearfully mauglrd
with ashes ground into her flesh that she
cannot live. ~ boy had his spine 10
filled with nails that he will die of lock; Z.
jHw. But the most frightful of all scenes
was that at Rochester. The scene in the
north part of the city, where stood 800
houses and large number Of trees, beg
gars description. Not dwelling or a
tree remains. The debris is piled up in
huge masses, or scattered over the plain
III hopeless ENHANCEMENT. Cattle, horses
and pigs lie about dead in all manner of
attitudes. One COW we saw had her head
completely blown from the body and the
horns sticking into her bowels. A horse
tied to tree was blown on his knees,
and his eyes in death bespoke the terror
which possessed him.
The Hon. John Mccall, of Winona,
was killed near his elevator. He had
started for the house across the way, but
had evidently been caught in the air and
whipped Oh TO the earth, for the grass
was swept clean where he was found and
every bone in his body was broken. 4
long train of grain cars was thrown from
the track and some of them were pitched
into the river beyond. Among the trees
bordering the bed of the river all sorts
of garments were flying from the limbs,
and while we were there the bodies of a
woman and baby were found. The
railroad station. the locomotive, carriage
factory, and har vester works are a com.
plete wreck, although not 80 completely
blown to atoms as the north part of the
town. In the streets on the other side
of the station the trees are piled up in
every direction, blockading many of
them, while tin roofs and towers of
churches, cornices, brick chimneys, and
debris of all kinds present most fearful
picture. That hundreds we're not killed
was marvellous. But the time being Z
in the evening and the storm seen by
every one, men had gone home to their
families and everyone had taken refuge
in the cellars. All who were mangled or
killed were those 20 had no cellars to
60 to. In almost every instance every
one saved was In the cellar.
But the most heartrending sight was
the big hall with the houseless and
homeless and killed and wounded. Near
the door o! the hall, improvised as a
hospital, lay five children, all dreadfully
hurt, whose parents had both been killed.
A sixth child, the baby, never has been
found. This sight moved the stoutest
hearted to tears. Over forty were in
here-men, women and children-in a
most pitiable condition. One cunning
baby, which reminded me of IS little
one, which no one claimed, with one of
its eyes put out, lay and gazed with it's
one eye at every person who passed, with
the most intelligent questioning look, as
If to say: what does all this mean ?
Can no one find my mammal Twenty
bodies were buried yesterday. We
drove out to the cemetery aad saw The
deep, wide trenches prepared, but did
not stay for the interment. The excite.
ment is intense throughout the country,
and work is not thought of, nor done. i
could write you pages of what saw and
heard, but am tired and worn out from
the continued strain of nerve and body"