ring into the air.

It must be confessed that the dynamiting did very little good. It
seemed to provide fine splintered timber as kindling for fiercer
flames which jumped the gap supposed to check them.

The sound of the explosions was to be heard all day long almost like
minute guns.

Let a word be interjected here about those splendid boys in blue
uniform hurried into the city from the forts about San Francisco. They
make one proud of the army. No more superbly policed city ever existed
than the burning and stricken San Francisco.

Soldiers seemed to be everywhere. Almost at every street corner with
fixed bayonet and ominous cartridge belt. Infantry, cavalry (some
mounted infantry) and engineers, all doing sentry duty.

Gen. Funston was in personal command--not from his office, either. He
went plowing around the most perilous streets soaked to the skin from
the fire engines.

San Francisco in this time of panic and distress was more quiet and
orderly than ever before. I saw not a single disturbance of the peace.
With it all, the soldiers were polite, and seemed to try in every way
to show courtesy and consideration. When they had to order people
back, they did it in a quiet and gentlemanly way.

[Illustration: Copyright 1906 by Tom M. Phillips.

=CAMP KITCHEN.=

Cooking in Baseball Park.]

[Illustration: Copyright 1906 by Tom M. Phillips.

=SHACKS ERECTED IN A FEW HOURS.=

Another view in Golden Gate Park.]

[Illustration: =GOVERNOR PARDEE OF CALIFORNIA.=

The prompt help in relief work rendered by Gov. Pardee stamps him as
one of the greatest humanitarians of the present day.]

[Illustration: Copyright, Clinedinst, Washington.

=MAJOR GENERAL ADOLPHUS W. GREELY.=

Commander of the Pacific Division of the U. S. Army in the earthquake
district. General Greely is well known for his Arctic expedition.]

I met men who claimed to have seen men shot down by the soldiers
for defying orders for unlicensed looting. Also there is a story of a
negro being shot dead by a policeman for robbing a dead body.

One story I would like to believe--that a poor wretch pinned in among
the blazing ruins roasting to death begged to be shot and some cavalry
trooper had the moral courage to send a bullet through his brain.

Although I walked probably fifteen miles back and forth through the
city, I saw very little unlicensed looting. Many grocery stores which
did not seem to be in immediate