Before us, on the sea, there was a line where the cold silver of the moonshine met the lurid reflections of the fiery sky, and the same cool light and hot glow changed places over our cheeks as we turned our heads, and contrasted on the two sides of the sail of the jolly-boat.

And then we got within earshot.

A great fire is terrible to see, but it is almost more terrible to hear, and it is curious how like it is to the sound of great waters or a great wind.

The roar, the hiss, the crackle, the pitiless approach--as Dennis said, "I'll tell ye what it is, Jack.

These elemental giants, when they do break loose from our service, have one note of defiance amongst them; and it's that awe-ful roar!" When we stood in the street where the fire was, it was deafening, and it kept its own distinctness above all other noises; and with the fire-bells, the saving and losing of household goods, and the trampling and talking of the crowd, there were noises not a few.