During the early afternoon, when large quantities of debris had been cleared away, the western end of the turbine house presented an indescribable picture of ruin. Huge steam pipes and steel girders, twisted into weird shapes, broken castings and broken glass, and brick rubble littered the whole of the entrance, where the giant a few months ago had been brought into the building.
The best view of the destruction could be obtained from the upper platform (which ran along—the entire length of the power station), at the point where it had been severed at' its western end by the explosion.
The upper portion of the bed of the turbine and condenser where the rotors had once been was heap of scrap iron. A few yards away from what was apparently the steam end of the turbine one of the 30 or 40-feet high steel supports of the roofs had been twisted by the force of the explosion.
One steam pipe, some three feet in diameter, entering the machine had been broken off at the stop valve. The flange of the valve boro a dull red splash, unmistakably the blood of one of the victims.
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