The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1897-12-18

policemen held it as steady as possible
and one was hoisted on the shoulders A
another and managed to scramble to I'll
ledge where the woman lay breathinI
family, but insensible. To those peerinI
down from above even the searchligH
could but make dim shadowy figures al
the ledge, and those on the boat We're id
visible
Just as the man who had climbed II
where the woman lay was about to ord
her into the uplfted arms of one below
there was a cry of Hold her, hold nd
tight, and the next instant the boat wd
gone and huge barge crashed into tt
pier, grinding its heavy timbers againk
the stones as if enraged at the littt
boats escape. 1t had come out of the fol
and would have ground the boat and ID
crew to pulp had not the lookout givei
the warning cry which was meant fd
both the man on the ledge and those ii
the boat
The barge swung around with the rush
ing water and faded in another instau
into the utter darkness, while the wd
man hung like lead from the arms of TIL
man above, who called huskily for hill
comrades to hurry up
At the hospital she died as they carried
her in, and the doctors said: You migA
as we'll have let the poor thing lie wheu
she fell till the tide was in, and you coul(
nave III tea iitL Oil NAluOuI TiSk TO XOun
selves, for she could not possibly havt
been saved
That is one of a half dozen or So FOB
tragedies the last few days have seen
although its only connection with the foa
are the dramatic incidents surrounding
its main feature--a London Bridge sui
eide But at the decks there have beer
some four or five drownings, both of mer
and women, and in the streets the danger
has been great, save where the utmost
care was exercised.
The last fog / wrote about was a white
fog. This has been a dense yellow pail
streaked with whisps and smudges OF
brown where a smoke blot unable to
scatter for the moment has hung in the
air or been blown partly asunder For
nearly day the yellow blanket hung high
enough to relieve the streets of danger,
and the effect was much the same as il
a great fire had been smoldering-as, i'm
deed, it had in the city, but with little eff
feet so far as increasing the density. The
gas was blazing everywhere at 10 a. M,
and all London seemed, not ghostly, as
have heard people describe it, but as a
city given over to the spirits of gloom.
The yellow fogs are picturesque to a de-
gree when they hang high, and l can un-
derstand how people come to have a
sneaking fondnesS for them.
Twice, however, 1 saw it settle down, 70
ana then LHere was a SulOller tndI mad
no touch of anything but oblivion in it.
1t was at Hyde Park corner first. The
bus l was on just grazed as lively a tan
gle of miXed-up vehicles as 1 have ever
seen, and we pulled up in preference to
climbing over it. A private brougham had
banged into a GROWER, wrecking both; a
hanson had joined in the smash heavy
furniture van had ambled into 1t also, and
my bus was stopped more by the general
luridness of the language coming out OF
the tangle than by any visible warning.
The thickness blew away in about a min
ute, and the wreck was found to be a bad
one, and as we drove away it was sur
rounded by a circle of demon-like figures,
who vanished utterly before the bus mad
gone thirty yards.
AT present it is darker and yellower than
ever, and the mouth of the pit" effect
is almost oppressive unless you are in a
crowd. From the upper window of hotel
where l lunched my host and l could Just
make out the shadowy traffic far below.
and the yellow dots of lights faded in and
out of the view like fireflies.
one man l met went racing
near by, but the meeting had to be given
up on account of the fog, and a foot ball
match here in London was played in the
presence of 1900 people who could not see
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