The Great Galveston Disaster, Containing a Full and Thrilling Account of the Most Appalling Calamity of Modern Times Page: 398

398 THE STORM'S MURDEROUS FURY.
quiries of anxious friends or relatives, and these queries are
answered either " dead" or " alive." But remember that in every
city in the country there are a certain number of people who are
unknown beyond the limits of their own home.
In this class also can be included many colored people. Colored
people always know each other, but it is in many instances
that they know nothing of surnames. There are servants whose
names are not known beyond Mary or Liza or by whatever appellation
they are addressed, and it is possible that a great many of
these have been lost, increasing the number of dead, but never getting
upon the roll of those who were so suddenly swept away.
STORY OF URSULINE.
The Ursuline Convent and Academy, in charge of the Sisters
of St. Angeli, proved a haven of refuge for nearly Iooo homeless
and storm-driven unfortunates. The stories of this one night
within the convent walls read like the wildest dream of a novelist,
but the half can never be told. Every man, woman and child
who was brought to the convent or drifted there on the raging
torrent could tell of an experience that would be well worth its
publication.
The convent, with its many associate buildings, cottages, etc.,
occupies four blocks of ground extending from Avenues N to O,
and Rosenberg avenue to Twenty-seventh street. The grounds
are, or rather were, surrounded by a ten-foot brick wall that has
withstood the severest storms in Galveston's history up to the
destructive hurricane that swept the island last Saturday night.
This wall is now a crumbled mass of brick with the exception of a
few small 'portions that stand like marking pillars to show where
the property line should be.
No one was refused admittance to the sheltering institution
on this night of nights. Negroes and whites were taken in without
question, and the asylum thrown open to all who sought its protecting
wings. Angels of mercy went through the army of
sufferers whispering words of cheer, offering what scant clothing
could be found in this house of charity and calmly admonishing