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Show Mrs, Corey's Story -6 Many blocks were dynamited to stop the progress of the conflagration. " The three of us now began to pull the wagon, not uphill this time, but straight along Pine. A fireman on a horse galloped toward us, 'Get over past Van Ness! • he shouted. ' The fire's not going that way.' " Opal Corey sighed again and looked down at her hands. "We wore blisters on our hands that day. It was along hard pull. No one offered help. Everyone was too busy helping themselves. It seemed like hours until we reached Van Ness and passed it. But right soon after that, we saw an old friend and she invited us to stay with her for the night. That one night turned into a three week visit. How greatful we were to that friend. Many people were without shelter for those three weeks." Thousands of people are camping in Golden Gate Park and on the beaches. Some have tents, but most are exposed to the weather. " The fires continued to spread. Sometimes it seemed as if we were encircled by smoke. The tremors came regularly, and our fear grew. It's still so vivid - all of it," As the hours go by. the excitement grows more intense. Every few minutes explosions are heard as buildings are blown up to stop the progress of the flames. The fire has spread, and if the wind comes up. San Francisco will experience the greatest of conflagrations. "The next week, Ruby and I walked over to see how things were at our house. It was gone. We did find in the charred ruins, the burned piano keyboard." Mrs. Corey again touched the piano keys. "You'll never know how we felt" Thenshe smiled happily* "But we found out where the livery stable |
