the city was in flames.wreaths of crimson smoke, shot through with sparks,were rising high into the air. a lurid brick-red glow flickered over the market place.
thousands of flames--white,orange,yellow,cranberry-red, bluish-rose over the city like a huge shaggy cap……the metal roofs were incandescent with the terrific heat,and the blood-red iron rumbled and crackled dully.smoke poured from the windows spouted,rose high,together with fine gold sprays and reddish streams, or burst forth in a single huge clouds as if suddenly expelled from a gaint's nostrils. it covered the city with ashes,puffed out over the river and valleys,and hooked to the trees in the forest in thick tuffs.
in this huge conflagration,amisdest the smoke and bursting bombs,the shrieks and the children's wailing,were people who were calm and courageous .they were extinguishing fires ,throwing sand on incendiary bombs,rescuing the aged from the flames……they appeared out of the smoke and flames ,bound together by a great brotherhood,performing great deeds together ,dashing out of burning houses and again plunging into a blazing inferno,saying nothing of who they were,knowing nothing of those whom they saved.
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