Los Angeles herald., 1906-04-25
ny BEN BLOW

SAN FRANCISCO, April 24.-Ihere
are no words to picture the scenes
here. one cannot see all in q day
Ruin lies on every side. In the shat
tered streets where wires tangle ana
debris of every kind piles up IN Jagseu
heaps, dogs wanger to and 1ro anu
point their heads heaVenWaro ""i
howl for what is gone.
The ferry tower is erect and not hluCI'
damaged. An opening where one lnisH'
drive a four horse team has pecn
yrenched wide in the base of the
+oyver In the top the clock points 70
sixteen minutes after five, and Inatns
the time that chaos came ana pAlleu '"e
place. ,,,...,, =, ,,,,ir
that is daZing. The frst l%hipIeS % hos,
gathered is that the whole place mas
been DESTROYED. Far out on Market
street there looms hills framed on eacil i
side by crags of ruins, grayed py hle
and festooned with swaying signs.
I'm TO the north, Mob Hill is naked
eevoud II Russian hill lifts up its he&u'
O,1lv four houses on it have stooG [ile
swirl of flame. Toward the horIh & 1el5
srraph hill. as bald as if the Wreck
had thrown it UP and scared II Sslle Win
some white welding heat.
Saw North Beach Burn
7 stood on the hill at Jones and Green
and saw the North Beach burn. Aroul!u'. W
me was a settlement of tents, TENS
made of sheets and carpets and piano
covers, anything that would serve ~ ~
veil the sky. The street was clulIelep t
with household goods OF every solt |; !;
JIpon the sidewalk stood pau eIe-' "a
stove with boiler pipes wrenched from
tbe gnarled chimney. Smoke Wisped ana
c1rIed about as a busy housewife her
skirts tucked up. made preparation fof
the evening meal. Far down toward the
waterfront a lone dog stood, ms tau
between his legs, his nose polnteu
straight up, his long drawn howl souilu- =
ing like a dirge for all the souls thaI
flames had claimed
Reservoir is Unhurt
Irnon the very top of Mob Hill the
reservoir stood unshaken and ull-
harmed. The grass around is scared
and brown In one corner OF the niue
fenced ward a handsome velvet coIared
overcoat upon the ground marked the
bed of some tormented man.
Mob Hill DesoIate
The Hopkins art institute now gut
fed blackened block, looks like seme
time-worn flame-seared mausoleum
Fairnont hotel is empty, floorless-a
mere shell. No residence is LETT on any
side. The houses of those who neither
toll nor spin are piled into the cellars
brick on brick. Warped iron fences he
upon the streets.
West to Van Ness the ruin runs nortn
Of
street is where the loss of life was
greatest The aged, fragile buildings
where poor humanity lived in squalor.
crumbled and fell in when the sWeH
and swing of the earthquake tore the
bricks apart
Compel All to Work
The waterfront to north and south
of the ferry looks like the scared edge
of some wound. West of Van Ness tny
streets are busy with the thrum that
marks the resurrection of the city. Sol
dies patrol the streets. Unwilling mer
work earnestly, compelled by threaten
ing guns.
The streets where cars are lined uT
present a novel sight. The cars have
been turned into domiciles. The plat
forms are piled up with trunks. The
sidewalks and the cutters are the kitch'
ems of the populace. Every kind oI
makeshift cooking place dire necessity
can devise is there on view With il
all there is a good natured spirit o.
acceptance of it all.
Scenes in Tent City
For blocks and blocks the houses
stretch on cndlessly, and going on ont
scarce can realize the ruin hat is be
hind until one comes to the tent city
in Golden Gate park. There is the des
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