Every care had been taken of it, as well as of himself, by the humane inmates of the house in which he had sought shelter.
About noon, next day, he was able to move; and the gale having abated, he set out homewards with his little charge.
The city presented a terrible picture of devastation.

London Bridge had suffered a degree less than most places.

But it was almost choked up with fallen stacks of chimneys, broken beams of timber, and shattered tiles.

The houses overhung in a frightful manner, and looked as if the next gust would precipitate them into the river.

With great difficulty, Wood forced a path through the ruins.