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 — John Shaqi
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
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“Refugees from Galveston tell awful tales of suffering and death, and in
every case that came to my notice are in such mental state that there
can be no reliable facts obtained from them. The only newspaper man who
has got into Galveston came out last night deathly sick, and would not
stop when hailed.
“Thieves have been robbing the bodies as they came ashore. One man was
caught last night and will be taken to Galveston to-day. When searched,
a baby’s finger was found with a ring on it. He afterwards gave the
hiding place of articles and money and much jewelry was found. A cry of
“lynch him” met with little favor; enough death is here.
“Frantic refugees from Galveston gave vent to all sorts of invectives
against the world in general and Houston (fifty miles north) in
particular, for what they believe to be dilatoriness in relief work. It
does not seem that more could have been done in one day. Almost nothing
has been done.
“Some in their frenzy blaspheme their God for not preventing such a
catastrophe. Two relief boats are to leave shortly but only enough men
to man them will be allowed to accompany them. There is no shelter here
except the two cars mentioned. Box cars were strewn along the west side
of the railroad grade for two miles from this point.”
CHAPTER XV.
Family in a Tree-Top All Night—Rescue of the Perishing—Railroad Trains
Hurrying Forward with Relief—Pathetic Scenes in the Desolate City.
After suffering untold privations for over a week on Bolivar peninsula,
an isolated neck of land extending into Galveston bay a few miles from
the east end of Galveston island, the Rev. L. P. Davis, wife and five
young children reached Houston, famished, penniless and nearly naked,
but overcome with amazement and joy at their miraculous delivery from
what seemed to them certain death.
Wind and water wrecked their home, annihilated their neighbors and
destroyed every particle of food for miles around, yet they passed
through the terrible days and nights raising their voices above the
shriek of the wind in singing hymns and in prayer. And through it all
not one member of the family was injured to the extent of even a
scratch.
When the hurricane struck the Rev. Mr. Davis’ home at Patton Beach the
water rose so fast that it was pouring into the windows before the
members of the family realized their danger. Rushing out Mr. Davis
hitched his team and placing his wife and children into a wagon started
for a place of safety. Before they had left his yard another family of
refugees drove up to ask assistance, only to be upset by the waves
before his very eyes. With difficulty the party was saved from drowning,
and when safe in the Davis wagon were half floated, half drawn by the
team to a grove.
With clotheslines Mr. Davis lashed his 12 and 14 year old boys in a
tree. One younger child he secured with the chain of his wagon, and
lifting his wife into another tree he climbed beside her.