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
A pathetic story of the Galveston flood is that of Mrs. Mary Quayle, of
Liverpool, England, who is now on her journey home. She had only been
two days in the city with her husband when the storm came. She goes
home, her husband dead, and herself a nervous wreck. Mr. and Mrs. Quayle
had taken apartments in Lucas terrace, Galveston. During the storm Mr.
Quayle went to a window, when a sudden burst of wind tore out the panes
and sucked him, as it were, out of the house. Mrs. Quayle, in the rear
of the room, was thrown against a wall and stunned. No trace of her
husband’s body has been found.
It will be a long time before many of the survivors of the Galveston
catastrophe can appreciate the nature of the calamity which has befallen
them. One woman laughingly told another that she had saved her baby, but
that her two boys and her husband had been drowned. She was evidently
insane.
An eye-witness, writing on September 16th, said: “Galveston is striving
manfully to rise from its ashes. A reign of terror has been averted,
Hope crowns the day. More than a thousand men are clearing the streets
of debris. They are working night and day. Their efforts so far have
been expended in picking up carcasses and gathering bodies into piles
and burning them. Separate pyres are built for human bodies and animals,
and the work progresses rapidly. The task is heart-rendering, and many
able bodied men have succumbed to the ordeal.
GIGANTIC DISINFECTION.
“Hundreds of women and children who are trying to get away from the city
to the mainland find the task difficult. The slowness of the distracted
ones is not due to tardiness or hesitation on their part. On the
contrary, it is a scramble to get away, and the shattered wharves are
lined with persons awaiting their turn. Transportation facilities are
very meagre. There are few boats to be had. The Lawrence, a 200–ton
propeller, is the only steamer carrying persons across to Texas City.
“One of the most hopeful features of the situation is the arrival of
hundreds of barrels of disinfectants, such as carbolic acid and chloride
of lime. Two thousand barrels of these could be advantageously used. The
Board of Health shows signs of vigor and of an appreciation of the
danger that confronts the city and contiguous territory. Every effort is
being made to deodorize the ruins and to quickly dispose of the dead as
soon as they are reached.
“The work of cleaning and disinfecting the streets is carried on with
vigor, and the results are quite noticeable, especially in the central
part of the city. Gutters in Tremont street were opened and the slush
and debris from them carted to the city dump. This allowed the water to
drain off. Centre street and the Strand were also worked on with
excellent results, the gutters being opened and disinfectants generally
distributed. Several other streets in the central part of the city were
put in a sanitary condition.