'And what was happening on shore? Practically every building swayed a while and then crashed with s roar caused by the simultaneous dropping of hundreds of hundreds of edifices. A dense pall'
dust blotted everything from sight and then thousands of tongues of flame, like hydraheaded dragons spitting forth yellow fire, and converging, ever converging, made a holocaust of one of the proudest happiest cities of East Asia. Tens of thousands perished, hundreds of millions of dollars vanished. There was not a single home into which the Angel of Death had not entered and struck with deadly and merciless precision, Tokyo's woes were largely att ritable to the Demon of. Fi Where Yokohama was thrust—humbled some have said—into the dust, Tokyo was razed to the ground. The earth tremors themselves did not have very much effect on Tokyo. True, some buildings toppled, but this was as nothing when compared to the doom and. destruction that ensued through a different entastrophic agency.
The writer was on the Ginza, having his afternoon lunch, when the three-storeyed building in which was commenced to rock and heave like a sampan caught in the teeth of a gale, Immediately, the plastering of the ceiling came down in various sizes, striking the tables with the rat-tatetat saccate of machi No one even Death—"The last Post" sounded for thousands.
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