The daily morning journal and courier., 1902-07-10
GREAT LESSON EARTHQUAKE.

convulsion That Lasted Ten Minutes
 Ships Drawn Into the Whirlpool
 Bells Pealed. .. -....
 In the cary morning of All Saints day, November 1st, all Libson was abroad. The morning was hot and yelled in a film of yellow haze in which the color of city and sky and river ran riot. Behind the Seven Hills on which the town was built rose higher hills, heaving softly into green swells and pillows, deeper background for white walled monasteries and a confusion of red-tiled roofs and turquoise towers and minarets and the yellow outer walls Tapped by the blue river. In the streets people hurried in and out among the booths and shops, gathering into momentary groups to discuss the ab- sence of rain, the fact that the wells of the country suddenly gone dry, the coming bull fight, the latest scandal perpetrated by armed and hooded nobienen rowing after dark. The yel- low glare beat on lofty houses covered with Dutch tiles done in blue and white highly glazed and wrought into scenes from Bible tales: on the small shrines to saints or the Madonna at every cor ner; and threw out into sharp contrast the somber green of citron and lemon trees. The procession of the Viaticum swung past, through black lanes of kneeling people, with the host borne aloft by barefooted men of rank under canopy that blazed with gold and jewels. White clad Dominican friars threaded through the crowd with aus tere faces and dark-elouded eyes; negro fruit vendors shouted their wares above the babel of songs and laughter, the chanting of psalms and drowning pray CTS. Rosy monks, black cowled, jostled among the women. with coarse robes trailing about fat white ankles. Slim figures discreetly shrouded slipped through the throng, conveyed by alert
 iuennas. English and Dutch talked business at the corners. intent on finance or on trade. Streams of dark clad people trickled through the mas- sive entrance into the great church of San Domingo. Above the hum and swarm Of the town the church bells pealed, vibrant, masculine, deep-toned and slow. their mellow notes pulsing over the blue river and drifting out among the hills. And at the tenth hour the ground quivered as though to the rumble of & heavily loaded wagon in the streets.
 Two minutes later, with a sudden rip ping crash as of lightning bolt struck home, the earth heayed like an animal in pain. In an instant the air was logged with binding dust, through which could be seen the first sickening lurch of buildings toppling to their fall; the wide downward sweep of uprooted trees. In all directions were flying fig- ures that reeled to the earth's motion and fell, and rose and staggered on. For ten minutes the conyulsion lasted; minutes that seemed each one an hour
 The dust clouds then frightened, and those who were left upon the broken streets got their bearings and started for the river and uuays. The great marble quay at the Terreiro do paco. crowded with panic-frenzied refugees ly beneath the river, without warning, leaving never trace or sign: and the waters gulped over it and hurled them- selves forward on the city, seeking oth- CT prey. Out on the river straining ships were sucked into the jaws of a whirlpool that drew each one remorse- lessly to itself, strive they never so hard to iy-merchantmen, gallant ships of the line, tiny pleasure boats with paintings of impotent saints on their yellow sails-all with rows of rigid faces staring over the rail into the death that waited.-C. ,Bryson Taylor in Everybody's Magazine.