Dickens, Charles, 1812-1870 -- Knowledge -- Prisons; Prisons; Prisons -- England -- London; Prisons in literature
"Although the heat was so intense that the paint on the houses over
against the prison parched and crackled up, and swelling into boils,
as it were, from an excess of torture, broke and crumbled away;
although the glass fell from the window sashes, and the lead and iron
on the roofs blistered the incautious hand that touched them, and the
sparrows in the eaves took wing, and, rendered giddy by the smoke,
fell fluttering down upon the blazing pile, still the fire was tended
increasingly by busy hands, and round it men were going always. They
never slackened in their zeal or kept aloof, but pressed upon the
flames so hard that those in front had much ado to save themselves
from being thrust in; if one man swooned or dropped, a dozen struggled
for his place, and that, although they knew the pain and thirst and
pressure to be unendurable. Those who fell down in fainting fits and
were crushed or hurt were carried to an inn yard close at hand and
dashed with water from a pump, of which buckets full were passed from
man to man among the crowd; but such was the strong desire of all to
drink, and such the fighting to be first, that, for the most part, the
whole contents were spilled upon the ground, without the lips of a man
being moistened.
"Meanwhile, and in the midst of all the roar and outcry, those who
were nearest to the pile heaped up again the burning fragments that
came toppling down, and racked the fire about the door, which,
although a sheet of flame, was still a door, fast locked and barred,
and kept them out. Great pieces of burning wood were passed, besides,
above the people's heads to such as stood above the ladders, and some
of these, climbing up to the topmost stave, and holding on with one
hand by the prison wall, exerted all their skill and force to cast
these firebrands on the roof or down into the yards within. In many
instances their efforts were successful, which occasioned a new and
appalling addition to the horrors of the scene, for the prisoners
within, seeing from between their bars that the fire caught in many
places and thrived fiercely, and being all locked up in strong cells
for the night, began to know that they were in danger of being burnt
alive. This terrible fear, spreading from cell to cell and from yard
to yard, vented itself in such dismal cries and wailings, and in such
dreadful shrieks for help, that the whole gaol resounded with the
noise, which was loudly heard even above the shouting of the mob and
roaring of the flames, and was so full of agony and despair that it
made the boldest tremble.
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