It was now whitening, hissing, and seething like an enormous cauldron.

The blast once more swept over the agitated river: whirled off the sheets of foam, scattered them far and wide in rain-drops, and left the raging torrent blacker than before.

The gale had become a hurricane: that hurricane was the most terrible that ever laid waste our city.
Destruction everywhere marked its course.

Steeples toppled, and towers reeled beneath its fury.

Trees were torn up by the roots; many houses were levelled to the ground; others were unroofed; the leads on the churches were ripped off, and "shrivelled up like scrolls of parchment." Nothing on land or water was spared by the remorseless gale.