The book was edited by Matthew Asprey. Never in all San Francisco's history, were her people so kind and courteous as on this night of terror. The explosives were almost used up. Its business area is gone. He uses great detail as well as personification, similes, metaphors, irony, and hyperbole as he describes his encounter on that day. Jack London finishes his story: All day Thursday and all Thursday night, all day Friday and Friday night, the flames raged on. The huge fires continued to burn on.
However, London expresses emphases on the fire that caused hundreds of millions of dollars in damage. Around this volcano are tens of thousands of refugees. Wednesday night saw the destruction of the very heart of the city. Four hours later I walked through this same part of the city. Day was trying to dawn through the heavy smoke.
Mallard is a selfish, conceited, and egotistical wife who cares nothing other than how she benefits from the death of her late husband. While the city was burning, inhabitants tried to flee the city with their belongings. And for three days and nights this huge fire moved in the sky, reddening the sun, darkening the day and filling the land with smoke. You have lived with a person who you completely trusted and now you have to live without that person. Many a strong man broke his heart that night. Fire fighters decided to use explosives to destroy buildings in its path. Within an hour a huge tower of smoke caused by the fires could be seen a hundred miles away.
To the east and south of us were advancing two huge walls of fire. An hour later I was creeping past the shattered dome of the City Hall. It was impossible to guess where the fire would move next. Friday night saw the huge fires finally conquered, but not before the fires had swept three-quarters of a mile of docks and store houses at the waterfront. The refugees were carried free by the railroads to any place they wished to go. In the end, the fire went out by itself because there was nothing left to burn.
Often, after reaching the top of a heart-breaking hill, they would find the fire was moving at them from a different direction. They left on the street clothing and treasures they had carried for miles. Union Square, heaped high with mountains of trunks, was deserted. The bankers and businessmen have already begun making the necessary plans to rebuild this once beautiful city of San Francisco. There was no water to fight the fire. As a reporter, London uses his writing experience to illustrate the devastation he witnesses by using similes, metaphors, irony, and personification. He smiled and said the earthquake had destroyed everything he owned.
Son, Kid and Boy arrive to the service late and underdressed. The bankers and businessmen have already begun making the necessary plans to rebuild this once beautiful city of San Francisco. From every side came the roaring of flames, the crashing of walls, and the detonations of dynamite The Dawn of the Second Day I passed out of the house. He smiled and said the earthquake had destroyed everything he owned. He is in his mid-thirties and is a nerd.
The police patrolled the streets. The fourth side, where stood the great St. Remains only the fringe of dwelling houses on the outskirts of what was once San Francisco. All he had left was his beautiful house. One of their tasks was to keep the trunk-pullers moving.
I stood at the corner of Kearney and Market Streets in the very heart of San Francisco. Day and night the calm continued, and yet, near the flames, the wind was often as strong as a storm. Thousands of them had gone to bed on the grass. I watched the huge fire. To the east and south at right angles, were advancing two mighty walls of flame I went inside with the owner of the house on the steps of which I sat.
A minute later the flames were leaping upward In a dozen different quarters south of Market Street, in the working-class ghetto, and in the factories, fires started. He is on a ferry that has a collision and he swept away at sea. She peeped through the window and saw the tops. Friday night saw the huge fires finally conquered, but not before the fires had swept three-quarters of a mile of docks and store houses at the waterfront. Those stories have never been previously collected in a single Bay Area-themed volume. London to go to San Francisco and report about what he saw.