. St. Nicholas [serial]. coating of fine white dust which rosein clouds and settled upon everythingand everybody. It was a sad sight to see the poorVenetians sorrowfully gazing at theruins, for to each one of them it was apersonal loss. Like their ancestorsfor centuries and centuries, they hadwalked to and fro on the Piazza with — and immediately everything washidden in a thick cloud of dust. Now that all danger was over,everybody became panic-stricken,and rushed and pushed in all direc-tions, and with a wild jargon ofscreams. We managed to get outand take some pictures, though, be-fore the cr
. St. Nicholas [serial]. coating of fine white dust which rosein clouds and settled upon everythingand everybody. It was a sad sight to see the poorVenetians sorrowfully gazing at theruins, for to each one of them it was apersonal loss. Like their ancestorsfor centuries and centuries, they hadwalked to and fro on the Piazza with — and immediately everything washidden in a thick cloud of dust. Now that all danger was over,everybody became panic-stricken,and rushed and pushed in all direc-tions, and with a wild jargon ofscreams. We managed to get outand take some pictures, though, be-fore the crowd hid everything — forin less than two minutes a greatthrong of Venetians was on the spot,drawn by the deafening noise which. i9°2] THE FALLING OF THE VENICE BELL-TOWER. 167 the Campanile looking down at them, and it ble roof and cornices of their favorite tower. seemed impossible for them to realize that it They all did not, however, forsake the square, was no longer there! but many returned at once to the bountiful Doubtless the pigeons, too, miss the hospita- tourists, as eager and importunate as ever.
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