A wild glare lighted up the scene for one moment, and was then succeeded by pitchy darkness.

Houses were toppled down miles away, and not a living thing, even in remote places, could keep its feet.

The air was filled with a rain of plough-shares, grave-stones, and marble balls, intermixed with the heads, limbs, and bodies, of what had been human beings.

Slabs of granite, vomited by the flaming ship, were found afterwards at a league's distance, and buried deep in the earth.

A thousand soldiers were destroyed in a second of time; many of them being torn to shreds, beyond even the semblance of humanity.
Richebourg disappeared, and was not found until several days later, when his body was discovered; doubled around an iron chain, which hung from one of the bridge-boats in the centre of the river.