A Terrible Disaster.

Taranaki Daily News, Volume XXIV, Issue 109, 14 May 1902, Page 3

A Terrible Disaster.

THE EBOPTIMS AT MARTINIQUE SHI DAJfiGE AT BT. VIJrOBNT. *m PBSBI AIBOOIATIOH Nbw Yobk, May 12. It is officially estimated that 5000 people have perished in St. Vincent Tke damage is confined to the northern districts of the island. San Friere shot columns of vipoar eight miles high and poured out a stream of lava, keeping up a continuous roar for two days, accompanied by a black rain of dust and scoria. Bev«ral districts are covered with fiery matter and dust to a depth of two tset. People with live stock are flocking mto towns. FOBEIGH BYMPATHY. KRUPTIONS STILL PROOBBDING. Received 13,10.45 p m. Niw York May 13. King Edward has sent £IOOO and the Kaiser 10,000 marks for the sufferers in Martinique. The American Admiralty is sending provisions by war ships. Congress has voted 200,000 dollars, and large private subaciiptioasare also announced. A tenific thunderstorm is raging aro«od Mont Pelee, and the ejection of lava continu's. The overflowing of rivers, caused by their being blocked by debris, submerged much of the northern districts of Martinique. New craters are opening in mioy directions, and almost total -darkness continues. THB VOLCANO'S SONG. I stood in the sgfa long ago By the lip of a-nu?htr sea, But its thunders founded faint and low When the thunder came from me; When the wailing world was wrapped in woo And I shook in frantic glee At the blood-red glow Of the bra flow, As it spread to left, to right; As it tossed and swirled, lake a molten wo-M. And biased through the gloom of The pilar ot cloud shot high by da;, And the ) Alar of fire by r.ight; Till it spread like a canopy, far away, A dreadful, land light, To show to the skies toe grand display Of the subterranean night, Wh re the thunder shock Of the blasted rock rhook earth to its farthest shore, i W here the surging tide Baged round inside With a murd'rons, muffled roar. j To the Wandering wnds of the spacious sky My clouds of I'ust I threw, Till they wove a web in the sunset's eye Of every gorgeous hoe, And slowly sank from paths on high Is the vacant midnight blue - ' Till they fell again On the distant main Or a mountain's 6tarlit crest, As my bosom fell From i's angry srelL ( And, moaning, sank to >est.