the top of the crater and plunged into the valley of
the River Blanche, overwhelming the Guerin sugar works and killing
twenty-three workmen and the son of the proprietor. Mr. Guerin's was
one of the largest sugar works on the island; its destruction entailed
a heavy loss. The mud which overwhelmed it followed the beds of streams
towards the north of the island.

The alarm in the city was great, but it was somewhat allayed by the
report of an expert commission appointed by the Governor, which decided
that the eruption was normal and that the city was in no peril. To
further allay the excitement, the Governor, with several scientists,
took up his residence in St. Pierre. He could not restrain the people
by force, but the moral effect of his presence and the decision of the
scientists had a similar disastrous result.

A GRAPHIC DESCRIPTION BY A SUFFERER.

The existing state of affairs during these few waiting days is so
graphically given in a letter from Mrs. Thomas T. Prentis, wife of the
United States Consul at St. Pierre, to her sister in Melrose, a suburban
city of Boston, that we quote it here:

"My Dear Sister: This morning the whole population of the city is on the
alert and every eye is directed toward Mont Pelee, an extinct volcano.
Everybody is afraid that the volcano has taken into its heart to burst
forth and destroy the whole island.

"Fifty years ago Mont Pelee burst forth with terrific force and
destroyed everything within a radius of several miles. For several days
the mountain has been bursting forth in flame and immense quantities of
lava are flowing down its sides.

"All the inhabitants are going up to see it. There is not a horse to
be had on the island, those belonging to the natives being kept in
readiness to leave at a moment's notice.

"Last Wednesday, which was April 23d, I was in my room with little
Christine, and we heard three distinct shocks. They were so great that
we supposed at first that there was some one at the door, and Christine
went and found no one there. The first report was very loud, and the
second and third were so great that dishes were thrown from the shelves
and the house was rocked.

"We can see Mont Pelee from the rear windows of our house, and although
it is fully four miles away, we can hear the roar of the fire and lava
issuing from it.

"The city is covered with ashes and clouds of smoke have been over our
heads for the last five days. The smell of sulphur