Care for his own safety was apparently swallowed up in the amazement which this spectacle produced.

His station was conspicuous, and he could not have escaped the roving glances of Wieland; yet the latter seemed totally unconscious of his presence.
Grief at this scene of ruin and blast was at first the only sentiment of which I was conscious.

A fearful stillness ensued.

At length Wieland, lifting his hands, which were locked in each other, to his breast, exclaimed, "Father! I thank thee.

This is thy guidance.