CHAPTER XXIV.

FIRE IN SONORA--RAPID PROGRESS OF THE FIRE, AND TOTAL DESTRUCTION

OF THE TOWN--THE BURNED-OUT INHABITANTS--DEATHS BY FIRE--REBUILDING

OF THE TOWN.

While I was in Sonora, the entire town, with the greater part of the

property it contained, was utterly annihilated by fire.

It was about one o’clock in the morning when the fire broke out. I

happened to be awake at the time, and at the first alarm I jumped up,

and, looking out of my window, I saw a house a short distance up the

street on the other side completely enveloped in flames. The street was

lighted up as bright as day, and was already alive with people hurriedly

removing whatever articles they could from their houses before the fire

seized upon them.

I ran down stairs to lend a hand to clear the house, and in the bar-room

I found the landlady, _en deshabille_, walking frantically up and down,

and putting her hand to her head as though she meant to tear all her

hair out by the roots. She had sense enough left, however, not to do so.

A waiter was there also, with just as little of his wits about him; he

was chattering fiercely, sacréing very freely, and knocking the chairs

and tables about in a wild manner, but not making a direct attempt to

save anything. It was ridiculous to see them throwing away so much

bodily exertion for nothing, when there was so much to be done, so I set

the example by opening the door, and carrying out whatever was nearest.

The other inmates of the house soon made their appearance, and we

succeeded in gutting the bar-room of everything movable, down to the bar

furniture, among which was a bottle labelled “Ouisqui.”

We could save little else, however, for already the fire had reached us.

The house was above a hundred yards from where the fire broke out, but

from the first alarm till it was in flames scarcely ten minutes elapsed.

The fire spread with equal rapidity in the other direction. An attempt

was made to save the upper part of the town by tearing down a number of

houses some distance in advance of the flames; but it was impossible to

remove the combustible materials of which they were composed, and the

fire suffered no check in its progress, devouring the demolished houses

as voraciously in that state as though they had been left entire.

On the hills, between which lay the town, were crowds of the unfortunate

inhabitants, many of whom were but half dressed, and had barely escaped

with their lives. One man told me he had been obliged to run for it, and

had not even time to take his gold watch from under his pillow.

Those whose houses were so far distant from the origin of the fire as to

enable them to do so, had carried out all their movable property, and

were sitting among heaps of goods and furniture, confusedly thrown

together, watching grimly the destruction of their houses. The whole

hill-side was lighted up as brightly as a well-lighted room, and the

surrounding landscape was distinctly seen by the blaze of the burning

town, the hills standing brightly out from the deep black of the

horizon, while overhead the glare of the fire was reflected by the smoky

atmosphere.

It was a most magnificent sight, and, more than any fire I had ever

witnessed, it impressed one with the awful power and fury of the

destroying element. It was not like a fire in a city where man contends

with it for the victory, and where one can mark the varied fortunes of

the battle as the flames become gradually more feeble under the efforts

of the firemen, or again gain the advantage as they reach some easier

prey; but here there were no such fluctuations in the prospects of the

doomed city--it lay helplessly waiting its fate, for water there was

none, and no resistance could be offered to the raging flames, which

burned their way steadily up the street, throwing over the houses which

still remained intact the flush of supernatural beauty which precedes

dissolution, and leaving the ground already passed over covered with the

gradually blackening and falling remains of those whose spirit had

already departed.

There was an occasional flash and loud explosion, caused by the

quantities of powder in some of the stores, and a continual discharge of

firearms was heard above the roaring of the flames, from the numbers of

loaded revolvers which had been left to their fate along with more

valuable property. The most extraordinary sight was when the fire got

firm hold of a Jew’s slop-shop; there was then a perfect whirlwind of

flame, in which coats, shirts, and blankets were carried up fifty or

sixty feet in the air, and became dissolved into a thousand sparkling

atoms.

Among the crowds of people on the hill-side there was little of the

distress and excitement one might have expected to see on such an

occasion. The houses and stores had been gutted as far as practicable of

the property they contained, and all that it was possible to do to save

any part of the town had already been attempted, but the hopelessness of

such attempts was perfectly evident.

The greater part of the people, it is true, were individuals whose

wealth was safe in their buckskin purses, and to them the pleasure of

beholding such a grand pyrotechnic display was unalloyed by any greater

individual misfortune than the loss of a few articles of clothing; but

even those who were sitting hatless and shoeless among the wreck of

their property showed little sign of being at all cast down by their

disaster; they had more the air of determined men, waiting for the fire

to play out its hand before they again set to work to repair all the

destruction it had caused.

The fire commenced about half-past one o’clock in the morning, and by

three o’clock it had almost burned itself out. Darkness again prevailed,

and when day dawned, the whole city of Sonora had been removed from the

face of the earth. The ground on which it had stood, now white with

ashes, was covered with still smouldering fragments, and the only

objects left standing were three large safes belonging to different

banking and express companies, with a small remnant of the walls of an

adobe house.

People now began to venture down upon the still smoking site of the

city, and, seeing an excitement among them at the lower end of the town,

I went down to see what was going on. The atmosphere was smoky and

stifling, and the ground was almost too hot to stand on. The crowd was

collected on a place which was known to be very rich, as the ground

behind the houses had been worked, and a large amount of gold having

been there extracted, it was consequently presumed that under the houses

equally good diggings would be found. During the fire, miners had

flocked in from all quarters, and among them were some unprincipled

vagabonds, who were now endeavouring to take up mining claims on the

ground where the houses had stood, measuring off the regular number of

feet allowed to each man, and driving in stakes to mark out their claims

in the usual manner.

The owners of the houses, however, were “on hand,” prepared to defend

their rights to the utmost. Men who had just seen the greater part of

their property destroyed were not likely to relinquish very readily what

little still remained to them; and now, armed with pistols, guns, and

knives, their eyes bloodshot and their faces scorched and blackened,

they were tearing up the stakes as fast as the miners drove them in,

while they declared very emphatically, with all sorts of oaths, that any

man who dared to put a pick into that ground would not live half a

minute. And truly a threat from such men was one not to be disregarded.

By the laws of the mines, the diggings under a man’s house are his

property, and the law being on their side, the people would have

assisted them in defending their rights; and it would not have been

absolutely necessary for them to take the trouble of shooting the

miscreants, who, as other miners began to assemble on the ground,

attracted by the row, found themselves so heartily denounced that they

thought it advisable to sneak off as fast as possible.

The only buildings left standing after the fire were a Catholic and a

Wesleyan church, which stood on the hill a little off the street, and

also a large building which had been erected for a ball-room, or some

other public purpose. The proprietor of the principal gambling saloon,

as soon as the fire broke out and he saw that there was no hope for his

house, immediately made arrangements for occupying this room, which,

from its isolated position, seemed safe enough; and into this place he

succeeded in moving the greater part of his furniture, mirrors,

chandeliers, and so on. The large sign in front of the house was also

removed to the new quarters, and the morning after the fire--but an hour

or two after the town had been burned down--the new saloon was in full

operation. The same gamblers were sitting at the same tables, dealing

monte and faro to crowds of betters; the piano and violin, which had

been interrupted by the fire, were now enlivening the people in their

distress; and the bar-keeper was as composedly as ever mixing cocktails

for the thirsty throats of the million.

No time was lost by the rest of the population. The hot and smoky ground

was alive with men clearing away rubbish; others were in the woods

cutting down trees and getting out posts and brushwood, or procuring

canvass and other supplies from the neighbouring camps.

In the afternoon the Phœnix began to rise. Amid the crowds of workers on

the long blackened tract of ground which had been the street, posts

began here and there to spring up; presently cross pieces connected

them; and before one could look round, the framework was filled in with

brushwood. As the ground became sufficiently cool, people began to move

down their goods and furniture to where their houses had been, where

those who were not yet erecting either a canvass or a brush house, built

themselves a sort of pen of boxes and casks of merchandise.

The fire originated in a French hotel, and among the ashes of this

house were found the remains of a human body. There was merely the head

and trunk, the limbs being entirely burned off. It looked like a charred

and blackened log of wood, but the contour of the head and figure was

preserved; and it would be hard to conceive anything more painfully

expressive of intense agony than the few lines which so powerfully

indicated what had been the contorted position of the head, neck, and

shoulders of the unfortunate man when he ceased to move. The coroner

held an inquest as soon as he could raise a jury out of the crowd, and

in the afternoon the body was followed to the grave by several hundred

Frenchmen.

This was the only death from the fire which was discovered at the time,

but among the ruins of an adobe house, which for some reason was not

rebuilt for several weeks afterwards, the remains of another body were

found, and were never identified.

As for living on that day, one had to do the best one could with raw

materials. Every man had to attend to his own commissariat; and when it

was time to think about dinner, I went foraging with a friend among the

promiscuous heaps of merchandise, and succeeded in getting some boxes of

sardines and a bottle of wine. We were also fortunate enough to find

some hard bread, so we did not fare very badly; and at night we lay down

on the bare hill-side, and shared that vast apartment with two or three

thousand fellow-lodgers. Happy was the man who had saved his

blankets,--mine had gone as a small contribution to the general

conflagration; but though the nights were agreeably cool, the want of a

covering, even in the open air, was not a very great hardship.

The next day the growth of the town was still more rapid. All sorts of

temporary contrivances were erected by the storekeepers and

hotel-keepers on the sites of their former houses. Every man was anxious

to let the public see that he was “on hand,” and carrying on business as

before. Sign-painters had been hard at work all night, and now huge

signs on yard-wide strips of cotton cloth lined each side of the street,

in many cases being merely laid upon the ground, where as yet nothing

had been erected whereon to display them. These canvass and brush houses

were only temporary. Every one, as soon as lumber could be procured, set

to work to build a better house than the one he had lost; and within a

month Sonora was in all respects a finer town than it had been before

the fire.

Three years in California [1851-54] · 第 24 / 27 章