dio military reservation, where probably 50,000 persons
were camped, affairs were conducted with military precision. Water was
plentiful and rations were dealt out all day long. The refugees stood
patiently in line and there was not a murmur. This characteristic was
observable all over the city. The people were brave and patient, and the
wonderful order preserved by them proved of great assistance. In Golden
Gate Park a huge supply station had been established and provisions were
dealt out.

Six hundred men from the Ocean Shore Railway arrived on Saturday night
with wagons and implements to work on the sewer system. Inspectors were
kept going from house to house, examining chimneys and issuing permits
to build fires. In fact, activity manifested itself in all quarters in
the attempt to bring order out of confusion, and in an astonishingly
short time the tented city was converted from a scene of wretched
disorder into one of order and system.

At Jefferson Park were camped thousands of people of every class in
life. On the western edge of this park is the old Scott house, where
Mrs. McKinley lay sick for two weeks in 1901. Three times a day the
people all gathered in line before the provision wagons for their little
handouts. "Yesterday," says an observer, "I saw, in order before the
wagons, a Lascar sailor in his turban, about as low a Chinatown bum as I
ever set eyes on, a woman of refined appearance, a barefooted child, two
Chinamen, and a pretty girl. They were squeezed up together by the line,
which extended for a quarter of a mile. It is civilization in the bare
bones.

"The great and rich are on a level with the poor in the struggle for
bare existence, and over them all is the perfect, unbroken discipline
of the soldiery. They came into the city and took charge on an hour's
notice, they saved the city from itself in the three days of hell, and
but for them the city, even with enough provisions to feed them in the
stores and warehouses, must have gone hungry for lack of distributive
organization."

COMEDY AND PATHOS IN THE BREAD LINE.

At one of the parks on Tuesday morning a handsomely dressed woman
with two children at her skirts stood in a line of many hundreds where
supplies were being given out. She took some uncooked bacon, and as she
reached for it jewels sparkled on her fingers. One of the tots took a
can of condensed milk, the other a bag of cakes.

"I have money," she said, "'if I could get it