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Title: The great war in England in 1897
Year: 1895 (1890s)
Authors: Le Queux, William, 1864-1927
Subjects: Imaginary wars and battles Great Britain -- Defenses
Publisher: London : Tower Publishing Company Limited
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
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rematureexplosion of a torpedo, by which a sub-lieutenant and thirty-three men were launched into eternity, and sixteen men veryseverely wounded. The engines of the Arethusa were also broken. The smoke rising from the bombarded city increased everymoment in density, and even in the daylight we could dis-tinguish the flames. The centre of Marseilles was burningfuriously, and the fire was now spreading unchecked. One ofour objects had been to destroy the immense quantity of warstores, and in this we were entirely successful. We hadturned our united efforts upon the Fort St. Jean down atthe harbour entrance and that of Notre Dame high on thehill. Pounding away at these, time slipped by until thesun sank in a blaze of crimson and gold. Both forts made agallant defence, but each of our shots went home, and throughmy glasses I watched the awful result. Suddenly a terrificreport caused the whole city to tremble. One of our shots hadapparently entered the powder magazine in the Fort St. Jean,
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■n 3 <! Our Revknge in the Mediterranean 169 and it had Wown up, producing an appalling catastrophe fromwhich the fortress could never recover. By this time the whole of the shipping in the docks wasburning furiously, and the congested part of the city lyingbetween the port and the Lyons Kailway Station was like ahuge furnace. The sight was one of terrible grandeur. Presently, just as the sun sank behind the grey nightclouds, we ceased fire, and then gazed with calm satisfactionupon the result of our bombardment. AVe had treated a.French city in the same manner as the French and Russianshad treated our own homes, and we could look upon this sceneof destruction and death without a pang of remorse. But thatwas not all. When our guns were silent we could distinctlyhear vigorous rifle firing at the back of the city. Then M-e-knew the truth. While we had been attacking Marseilles from the sea, theItalians, who a w^eek before had crossed the frontier, and withthe Germans occupied Lyons

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