The Valley of Vision : a Book of Romance an Some Half Told Tales by Henry Van Dyke
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and lay where they fell.
I ran as fast as I could. But it was impossible to run far. Every street and alley vomited men--all struggling together, fighting, shouting, or shrieking, striking one another down, trampling over the fallen--a hideous melee. There was an incessant rattling noise in the air, and heavier peals as of thunder shook the houses. Here a wide rent yawned in a wall--there a roof caved in--the windows fell into the street in showers of broken glass. How I got through this inferno I do not know. Buffeted and blinded, stumbling and scrambling to my feet again, turning this way or that way to avoid the thickest centres of the strife, oppressed and paralyzed by a feeling of impotence that put an iron band around my heart, driven always by the intense longing to reach my wife and child, somehow I had a sense of struggling on. Then I came into a quieter quarter of the town, and ran until I reached the lodging where I had left them. They were waiting just inside the door, anxious and trembling. But I was amazed to find them so little panic-stricken. The little girl had her doll in her arms. [Illustration with caption: The cathedral spire... was swaying and rocking in the air like the mast of a ship at sea.] "What is it?" asked my wife. "What must we do?" "Come," I cried. "Something frightful has happened here. I can't explain now. We must get away at once. Come, quickly." |
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