flying on with sure feet out of the build-
ing that seemed to be falling in upon us.

Presently we were out on the land-
ing before the door, with one more
flight of steps before us, that reached
to the street. Something so strong that
it might not be denied gathered me up
in invisible arms, whirled me round
once or twice and dropped me, not un-
gently, in the middle of the road. And
then, as I struggled to my knees and,
wiping the dust from my eyes, looked
up, I saw dozens of others being lifted
in the same way, and blown off into the
yard or the street. The larger ones
were trying to hold on to the smaller,
and the teachers were endeavouring to
keep the children from going out of the
building, but their efforts were of no
avail. The children came on, and were
blown about like leaves.

Then I saw what looked like a high
yellow wall advancing upon me -- a roar-
ing and fearsome mass of driven dust,
sticks, debris. It came over me that my
own home might be there, in strips and
fragments, to beat me down and kill
me; and with the thought came a swift