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China (China) (search for this): article 7
The late typhoon in China. One of the missionaries of the American Board writes home to a friend in Baltimore, giving a thrilling account of the perils to which they were exposed from the typhoon of last July. The following is an extract from one letter: Canton, China, Aug. 5, 1862. On Sunday, July 27, we suffered a most terrible typhoon. Not since 1832 has there been one anything like it, and many say not since the memory of man. On Saturday morning we saw the white caps rising on the river, and nearly all the boats moving off into the creeks and small streams for safety.--Still we had no thought of anything more than a heavy storm, after such intensely hot weather, day and night, for weeks. Between ten and eleven o'clock, the water from the river began rising in our yard. We closed our blinds and windows, and put up the typhoon bars in front, then began moving chairs, books, &c., in towards the backside of the sitting-room, as the wind was driving the rain in
Gallard (search for this): article 7
where you are," my husband said; "we are in God's hand." There we stood, a tottering roof a few feet above our heads, fallen and shaking walls on our right and left — After the crash was over the gale seemed to lull a moment. He said we must leave the house now, while it is possible to escape. We scrambled over the ruins, wading in water nearly up to our waists, and out into the narrow streets. Our way was blocked by great limbs of trees, whose branches were snapped off like so many threads. * * * But I've not told you the worst. The loss of life was most dreadful-- tens of thousands. The very house next to us, that knocked in the side of ours, buried four men under its ruins. Mr. Gallard, one of our missionaries, was killed by his house falling and crushing him instantly. His wife was only a few feet from him and looking on to see him close a door that had blown open. He leaves one son, six years old. A woman and grandchild, living in Mr. G's family, were killed with him.
July 27th (search for this): article 7
The late typhoon in China. One of the missionaries of the American Board writes home to a friend in Baltimore, giving a thrilling account of the perils to which they were exposed from the typhoon of last July. The following is an extract from one letter: Canton, China, Aug. 5, 1862. On Sunday, July 27, we suffered a most terrible typhoon. Not since 1832 has there been one anything like it, and many say not since the memory of man. On Saturday morning we saw the white caps rising on the river, and nearly all the boats moving off into the creeks and small streams for safety.--Still we had no thought of anything more than a heavy storm, after such intensely hot weather, day and night, for weeks. Between ten and eleven o'clock, the water from the river began rising in our yard. We closed our blinds and windows, and put up the typhoon bars in front, then began moving chairs, books, &c., in towards the backside of the sitting-room, as the wind was driving the rain in f
August 5th, 1862 AD (search for this): article 7
The late typhoon in China. One of the missionaries of the American Board writes home to a friend in Baltimore, giving a thrilling account of the perils to which they were exposed from the typhoon of last July. The following is an extract from one letter: Canton, China, Aug. 5, 1862. On Sunday, July 27, we suffered a most terrible typhoon. Not since 1832 has there been one anything like it, and many say not since the memory of man. On Saturday morning we saw the white caps rising on the river, and nearly all the boats moving off into the creeks and small streams for safety.--Still we had no thought of anything more than a heavy storm, after such intensely hot weather, day and night, for weeks. Between ten and eleven o'clock, the water from the river began rising in our yard. We closed our blinds and windows, and put up the typhoon bars in front, then began moving chairs, books, &c., in towards the backside of the sitting-room, as the wind was driving the rain in
1832 AD (search for this): article 7
The late typhoon in China. One of the missionaries of the American Board writes home to a friend in Baltimore, giving a thrilling account of the perils to which they were exposed from the typhoon of last July. The following is an extract from one letter: Canton, China, Aug. 5, 1862. On Sunday, July 27, we suffered a most terrible typhoon. Not since 1832 has there been one anything like it, and many say not since the memory of man. On Saturday morning we saw the white caps rising on the river, and nearly all the boats moving off into the creeks and small streams for safety.--Still we had no thought of anything more than a heavy storm, after such intensely hot weather, day and night, for weeks. Between ten and eleven o'clock, the water from the river began rising in our yard. We closed our blinds and windows, and put up the typhoon bars in front, then began moving chairs, books, &c., in towards the backside of the sitting-room, as the wind was driving the rain in f
July (search for this): article 7
The late typhoon in China. One of the missionaries of the American Board writes home to a friend in Baltimore, giving a thrilling account of the perils to which they were exposed from the typhoon of last July. The following is an extract from one letter: Canton, China, Aug. 5, 1862. On Sunday, July 27, we suffered a most terrible typhoon. Not since 1832 has there been one anything like it, and many say not since the memory of man. On Saturday morning we saw the white caps rising on the river, and nearly all the boats moving off into the creeks and small streams for safety.--Still we had no thought of anything more than a heavy storm, after such intensely hot weather, day and night, for weeks. Between ten and eleven o'clock, the water from the river began rising in our yard. We closed our blinds and windows, and put up the typhoon bars in front, then began moving chairs, books, &c., in towards the backside of the sitting-room, as the wind was driving the rain in f