The Great Galveston Disaster: Containing a Full and Thrilling Account of the Most Appalling Calamity of Modern Times Including Vivid Descriptions of the Hurricane and Terrible Rush of Waters; Immense Destruction of Dwellings, Business Houses, Churches, and Loss of Thousands of Human Lives; Thrilling Tales of Heroic Deeds; Panic-Stricken Multitudes and Heart-Rending Scenes of Agony; Frantic Efforts to Escape a Horrible Fate; Separation of Loved Ones, etc., etc.; Narrow Escapes from the Jaws of De
John Stuart Mill · en
“The brother of John Paul Jones, the general agent of our road, lost his
entire family. Will Labatt, assistant ticket agent of the Santa Fe, lost
his entire family, with the exception of his wife, who is visiting in
the North. He turned up Sunday morning at 6 o’clock more dead than alive
and covered with bruises and cuts.
“John Paul Jones, the general agent of the Santa Fe, succeeded in saving
his family. His wife was very sick, but he saved her by swimming across
the street with his child on his head and his wife between himself and
another person.
“Mr. Crane, chief rate clerk to the general freight agent of the road,
spent the entire night with his wife on the roof of his residence. His
wife had been confined about six weeks ago, and in addition had an
abscess on her leg, which bent it nearly double. They were saved. He was
a mass of bruises. His heel was crushed.
“I don’t see how any man who passed Saturday night in Galveston can stay
there and make it his home.”
W. A. Fraser, of Dallas, general deputy of the Woodmen of the World of
Texas, arrived in Dallas from Galveston where he had been for several
days. He stated that complete as are the reports published in “The
News,” the half has not been told of the terrible calamity that has
visited the coast country. “On the approach of the storm,” he said, “I
tried to leave on the International and Great Northern Railroad at 1.30
o’clock, but found that the bridges had been washed away and the water
had risen to such an extent that it was impossible for me to get away
from the depot, where I took shelter with about 150 other persons who
had sought the same place of refuge.
THE CRIES OF THE DYING.
“The depot was badly damaged, but no lives were lost there, although
bodies were floating in every direction and the cries from the dying
could be heard almost constantly. When daybreak came Sunday morning the
sights presented were something terrible. It was hardly possible to walk
along the streets without tumbling over dead bodies, and the only thing,
in my estimation, that saved the city from being completely wiped out
was the fact that the wind blew from the bay during the first part of
the night—blowing the water up through town, in some places as high as
fifteen feet—and the wreckage from destroyed houses was piled up along
the Gulf front to a height of forty or fifty feet. When the wind changed
and blew from the Gulf this wreckage acted as a breakwater and kept the
waves from washing everything into the bay.