The Cornhill Magazine (Vol. XLI, No. 241 new series, July 1916)Various
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The Cornhill Magazine (Vol. XLI, No. 241 new series, July 1916)
Various
England -- Periodicals; English literature -- Periodicals; Short stories, English -- Periodicals
It was the most awe-inspiring sight I have ever seen. It seemed as if
the whole city was on fire, the glow extending right across the heavens
and the red glare hundreds of feet high, while above the roar of the
fires the whole air seemed vibrating with the noise of the great guns and
machine guns. It was an inferno! We remained spellbound.
Yesterday Lord S. had a narrow escape from a sniper who has been worrying
this street for two days and could not be located. He was picking off
soldiers during the fighting in Grafton Street, but later turned his
attention to the cross streets between this and Grafton Street and there
as nearly as possible got Lord S., who was coming back to us from the
Castle.
The military thought the man was on _our_ roof, which made us all whistle
with indignation—the mere idea of the wretch being on our hotel; but a
thorough search proved he was not here, though he evidently had access to
some roof.
Yesterday afternoon, when the firing in Grafton Street was over, the mob
appeared and looted the shops, clearing the great provision shops and
others.
From the windows we watched the proceedings, and I never saw anything so
brazen! The mob were chiefly women and children, with a sprinkling of
men; they swarmed in and out of the side door, bearing huge consignments
of bananas, the great bunches on the stalk, to which the children
attached a cord and ran away dragging it along; other boys had big orange
boxes, which they filled with tinned and bottled fruits. Women with their
skirts held up received showers of apples and oranges and all kinds of
fruit which were thrown from the upper windows by their pals; and ankle
deep on the ground was all the pink and white and silver paper and paper
shavings used for packing choice fruits. It was an amazing sight! And
nothing daunted these people. Higher up, at another shop, we were told a
woman was hanging out of a window dropping down loot to a friend, when
she was shot through the head by a sniper, probably _our_ man. The body
dropped into the street and the mob cleared. In a few minutes a cart
appeared and gathered up the body, and instantly all the mob swarmed back
to continue the joyful proceedings!
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