“I went first to the house where I had lived,” Bonanno said. “It was a heap of ruins fallen outwards into the street; the inner wall was standing. How did I know the house? From the crimson paper on my bedroom wall. That wall--I can show it to you still--was perfect. There was the crucifix my mother hung over the bed, the palm from last Palm Sunday; there was the Venetian mirror without a crack, a portrait of Lola, the Spanish dancing girl (she is among the missing). A lot of soldiers were at work excavating our house; an officer with an iron crowbar lay flat on a mass of rubbish, and pried with all his might at a great stone coping from under which came faint groans. Another officer lay on his back below and somehow,--it looked a miracle,--they got a purchase on the stone. With strength that seemed incredible they tugged and heaved and at last lifted the great mass of granite; then they stopped to breathe and the soldiers quickly cleared away the smaller rubbish. We took out Agnese, the wife of my landlord, and her little child; they could not speak; their mouths were full of mortar. When we had freed their mouths and nostrils from the mortar we found they were both too much hurt to stand. We carried them to the field hospital in the piazza, where the doctors from the English ships were at work under a tarpaulin stretched over some posts. Not much of a hospital, but they worked, those doctors, as the sailors worked, like demons, as one might say, with all respect. Wet to the skin, fasting like we others, but working till their eyes refused to see, their hands to use the knife.” “Was Agnese’s husband saved too?” “Antonio? Yes, he was saved; that was a strange case, one of the strangest. He was saved by his dog. That blessed animal--I knew him well, his name was Leone--would not let Antonio sleep, but barked and barked and pulled at the blankets till Antonio got up from his bed, dressed himself and went out of the house. It was about half past four o’clock. He could not tell why he did so; it seemed as if the dog’s intelligence controlled his. Leone led the way, Antonio followed to the Piazza del Duomo, where he sat down on the steps of the Cathedral. Leone was not satisfied and still barked and whined and ran back and forth, until Antonio finally got up and went and sat down on a bench in the middle of the piazza. He was sitting there with the dog beside him when the earthquake came and the marble Bambino fell down out of the arms of the Madonna over the door of the Matrice, just at the place where he had been sitting; if he had remained there he would surely have been killed. These things [Illustration: MESSINA. THE CATHEDRAL BEFORE THE DISASTER. _Page 50._] [Illustration: THE CATHEDRAL AFTER THE DISASTER. _Page 50._] [Illustration: ARCANGELO’S HOUSE. _Page 48._] [Illustration: MESSINA. WHERE MARIETTA LIVED. _Page 51._] are not to be explained but there were many such happenings.” “Were there any others saved from your house?”