The Newberry herald and news. (Newberry, S.C.) 1884-1903, 1893-09-06

these were the only deaths in the
city.
WRECK OF THE NEW BRIDGE.
The bridge of the Charleston Bridge
Company over the Ashley River is al
mosU a total wreck. The story of the
disaster as told by Mr.. James. L. Jones,
the assistant bridge keeper, who was
on duty, is as follows: The bridge,
he said, was carried away about II
O'Clock; three hundred feet OF the
wood work planking leading from the
Charleston causeway was washed
away. Then another hundred feet and
the two iron spans are gone, while
there is another gap on the st. An
drews side. The draw is completely
wrecked, one end Of it hanging in the
river.
There were three schooners, barge
and the Pregnall pile driver Maud S,
in collision with' the bridge during
the night. The Maud S, which was
lying near the Charleston side, was
completely wrecked, the fragments be-
ing scattered on both sides. The three
masted schooner NJ. Luella Wood was
in a collision near the centre. She
bumped repeatedly and had big hole
punched in her stern. The two nasted-
schooner Emma S. and another three
master, whose name has not yet been
learned, were also in collision, as was
also Mr.. G. G. Pinckney's barge.
The destruction was not confined to
the bridge structure the causeways
on both sides of the river are badly
washed, and the bridge-keeper's house
was also wrecked. The keeper, who
remained in the house all pight, states
that the flood arose over three feet
from the floor. The tool house and
other outbulldings were also wrecked.
The causeway on this side of the
river is piled with the wreckage OF
timber and lumber, enough almost to
rebuild the bridge. The loss of the
bridge is a very serious blow to the
people of st. Andrews. The loss is
roughly estimated at from $4,000 to
100000. The work of repairing will
doubtless be commenced at as early o
day as practicable.
THE STORM on THE ISLAND-HoW
MoULTRIEvILLE PASSED THROUGH
THE JAWS OF DEATH.
God has b,en merciful to the thou
sands Of souls who live on Sullivan's
Island. Three poor lives were cut short
during night of anxiety, trial and
suffering, which was more than enough
to try mems hearts. 1t was night of
terror and fear and little did many
dream that when the sun arose yester-
day morning all of their dear ones
would be alive. How those poor, ter
ror-stricken people survived this su-
preme test of their courage and
their faith no one can ever tell.
How they prayed for the dawn of
day, and with it hope. may be im-
agined. Water, deep water, was on
every hand, and with anxious fore
boding the end was awaited. Those
who could do so sought refuge in the
fort, or some kind friends home that
stood on higher ground than their
own, but how many lives were saved
will never be told.
Brave, noble and manly deeds were
performed on Sunday night. Women
and children, white and colored, were
taken out OF their houses in boats and
borne by strong arms to some place of
safety.
Yesterday morning brought to the
Islanders a scene of ruin and destruc-
ton on every hand. Tie storm king
had not only carried terror to the souls
of the helpless people, but, to make
his work complete, he had swept away
some houses and crushed many others
under his mighty blasts, hurled logs
against houses, moved whole banks of
sand, and gloried in his resistless
power.
A TERRIBLE PICTURE.
Here a house in ruins, there struc-
ture about to break to pieces, over the
way a stricken family without shelter,
the streets filled with debris and cattle
roaming about the streets without a
herder. Even those who saw it could
not realize what damage had been
done. Yesterday was no time for con-
sidering losses withIslanders, they were
all too glad to be numbered among the
living.
When the Island was reached it did
not take more than general survey to
see that terrible damage had been done.
As to its extent it would be useless to
speculate. Not much could be seen in
the hour that the passengers of the
Kate Cannon had on the Island. The
Sarpho was lying at the remnants of
the Ferry Company's dock. The wharf
had been almost completely washed
away and like it most Of the other
wharves on the Island. The dock OF
the jetty contractors had fallen to the
ground and the passengers had to climb
over logs and broken piers and through
mud to get to the solid sand Of Moul-
trieville.
Strange, is it not, but just as soon as
the passengers landed they were asked
how Charleston Jared, and then begged
for a copy of the News and Courier.
There was no special regard for dress,
and not few of those who came down
to the wharf still had on their night
gowns; all else had been destroyed.