Portugal -- History -- Joseph, 1750-1777 -- Fiction
As they proceeded, Pedro gave an account of his adventures. "Oh,
senhor, I thought the end of the world was come," he said, "and I never
expected to see anybody I knew again when first this dreadful earthquake
came on. I scarcely know what happened till I found myself in the
Square of Saint Paul's, and the church, and all the buildings round,
tumbling about in all directions, and many of the stones almost touching
me as they fell; so, not liking that situation, I clambered over the
ruins of the church, which had just fallen, crushing hundreds of people
beneath it, and reached the broad quay by the river's side, where I
thought I should be safer that anywhere else; but I had not been there
more than two minutes when a second shock came on, and I was thrown with
my face flat on the ground, and had just risen again, when I heard a
general cry that the sea was coming in on us. I looked towards the
river, and though there was no wind blowing, I beheld an immense wave,
rising like a mountain, of its own accord, come foaming and roaring
towards the shore. I cast not another look at it, but ran for my life,
regardless of the falling stones in the streets; but the water came
faster than I could fly, and had I not caught hold of a beam of timber
projecting from some ruins, I should have been swept away, as many other
unfortunate people were; for the river immediately returned again to its
proper level. Thinking there was as much danger from the sea as from
the land, I returned back, by the way I came, to the Square of Saint
Paul's; but, when I had remained there a minute or so, another shock
cast down a great number of buildings which had escaped, and the water
rushed even there, so I gave up all hopes of being saved. The water,
however, again retired, when I bethought me of my master; for, I
confess, before that, my only idea was of taking care of myself. I had
been running about in every direction, but could meet nobody even who
knew him, till I found you on the top of the hill, where I hoped he too
might have gone."
By the time Pedro had concluded his narration, they reached the house of
the friend of whom the captain had spoken; and though that had not
fallen, the family had deserted it, and were assembled in an open space
in the garden, with numerous friends, who had hastened there for safety.
They charitably received Senhor Mendez among them, promising to do
their best to assist him, when Captain Pinto, without even waiting to
take any refreshment, hurried back, followed by Pedro, in search of
Luis.
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