The Southern Literary Messenger, Vol. II., No. 2, January, 1836Various
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The Southern Literary Messenger, Vol. II., No. 2, January, 1836
Various
American literature -- 19th century -- Periodicals
"As I gained the front of this mass of human beings, that activity
which most men possess, who are not modelled after 'fat Jack,' enabled
me to gain an elevation whence I had an unobstructed view of the whole
scene of conflagration. The steamers were lying side by side at the
Levée, and one of them was enveloped in wreaths of flame, bursting
from a thousand cotton bales, which were piled, tier above tier, upon
her decks. The inside boat, though having no cotton on board, was
rapidly consuming, as the huge streams of fire lapped and twined
around her. The night was perfectly calm, but a strong whirlwind had
been created by the action of the heat upon the atmosphere, and now
and then it swept down in its invisible power, with the 'noise of a
rushing mighty wind,' and as the huge serpentine flames darted upward,
the solid cotton bales would be borne round the tremendous vortex like
feathers, and then--hurled away into the air, blazing like giant
meteors--would descend heavily and rapidly into the dark bosom of the
river. The next moment they would rise and float upon the surface,
black unshapely masses of tinder. As tier after tier, bursting with
fire, fell in upon the burning decks, the sweltering flames, for a
moment smothered, preceded by a volcanic discharge of ashes, which
fell in showers upon the gaping spectators, would break from their
confinement, and darting upward with multitudinous large wads of
cotton, shoot them away through the air, filling the sky for a moment
with a host of flaming balls. Some of them were borne a great distance
through the air, and falling lightly upon the surface of the water,
floated, from their buoyancy, a long time unextinguished. The river
became studded with fire, and as far as the eye could reach below the
city, it presented one of the most magnificent, yet awful spectacles,
I had ever beheld or imagined. Literally spangled with flame, those
burning fragments in the distance being diminished to specks of light,
it had the appearance, though far more dazzling and brilliant, of the
starry firmament. There were but two miserable engines to play with
this gambolling monster, which, one moment lifting itself to a great
height in the air, in huge spiral wreaths, like some immense snake, at
the next would contract itself within its glowing furnace, or coil and
dart along the decks like troops of fiery serpents, and with the
roaring noise of a volcano."
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