St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1890-03-29

LOUISVILLE, March 2S.-As night
closes in its fo.d the devastated city
OF Louisville, hundreds of widows and
orphans are bowed down with a weight
of deepest grief. Wreck and ruin have
settled down in its very midst. and spec
ters of the dead, whose funeral pyres
are heaps of brick and mortar. seem to
rise up and enshrOud in the awful halo
of their presence the entire city. The
bands of brave rescuerS continue their
work. but as night comes on they seem
to work more silently, though no less
arduously, and take on the gruesome
appearance of ghouls. AS each rem
nant of the piles of wreckage is lifted
it is with the anticipation of uncover
ing to view the lifeless form or the
death-set features of human victim OF
that awful storm. Perhaps the wrig-
Cling member of a buried man may
start the searchers and cause them TO
draw back aghaSt for a moment, but
with braced nerves that have been al
most to the tension of steel for one
whole night and day, they continue
their labor, and tenderly lift the un-
fortunate and carry him to an ambu-
lance, only to see him expire in the
arms of a wife, mother or friend In
the presence of such scenes even a
whisper sounds so loud that the utterer
hesitates, half expecting to see
The Dead Aroused
from their eternal sleep. But there is no
time to consider the dead, for the liv-
ing may yet be buried beneath the
mountains of debris, and with sad
look at the departing dead wagon they
turn and delve again with renewed en-
ergy into the great mass in search of
crushed and mangled humanity. AS
night grows darker this work becomes
more awful. Even the advantages of
light and its fear-diSpelling qualities
are denied The rescueTs, for all the
electric wires were torn down by the
storm and left the city to be enshrouded
in the deepest gloom. 1t grows so dark
in the shadows of the crumbling walls
that still stand as silent Sentinels over
the dead that every object with the SEM
blance of human form must be graSped
to prove whether it is flesh or stone.
Still the untring and strong-hearted
workers continue to dig in the merci-
less storm-made graves of the dead.
There is no estimating the number of
those who lie buried in the wreck. The
people are still learning of missing
members of their families, and mothers
and fathers stand wildly gazing on the
ruins and
Crying to the Almighty
to deliver to them at least their dead
Hardened hearts move with deepsympa
thv.and idle men throw aside their coats
and dive into the dirt and CRIME like
veritable gophers. The streets are
thronged with multitudes of sorrowing
people. They stand upon the corners
with tear-dimmed eyes, solemnly dis
cussing the dreadful catastrophe, OF
move from one point of the wrecked
district to another, gazing at the scenes
of rum. There are at least one hun
dred families homeless III the streets
that were happy yesterday in the single
possession of their homes. One poor
woman. between her half stifled Sobs,
told how that very evening her hus-
hand paid to building association the
Iastdollar they owed upon their house
and now all that remains is confused
mass of brick and mortar. That even
ing was perhaps the happiest and sad
dest in their lives. There are many
other cases almost parallel to this. Not
onIv were the houses dashed to the
ground, but the furniture IN many IN
stances is entirely destroyed. Hundreds
of thousands of dollars worth of goods
Law last night upon the business streets
at the mercy of thieves. 1t now seems
almost impossible to find storehouses