Sir Howard was the first on the spot, having ridden furiously his spirited and favorite steed.

Engines were again in quick action, while the military were only a short distance behind, being ordered up at the double.
The scene was terrific.

High winds blew the fire from one building to the next, until the third part of the city was a mountain of flame--cracking, roaring, tremendous in its fury.

Water was kept up in constant streams, having but little effect.

Many sat down and cried in their frantic emotion.