Unroofs Two Hundred Buildings

Beyond the unroofing of about 200 building3 tho damagc to buildings is conflned to the insano asylum, stato penitontiary, the Martin block, opposite the custom house, and tho large wholesale grocery house of C. F. Baucuin, while scarcely a mercantile establishment in the storm area is not a sufferer by water, many stocks being almost a total loss froni the deluge. But ñve tornado policios were in forcc in tlio city, it being supposod that tha city was exempt from such visitations. A large force of men has been ongaged since the storm in romoving the debris under which the body of Dr. Ingate was Bupposed to be buried. Dr. Ingate's body was found in the vestibule of the front entrnnoe to the main building, whore he j feil under the debris of tho front tower. Ho was found in a kneeling posture facing the nt door. When the body was found hlswutch was uninjured and still running, tho hands indicating 11:25. His head was almost mashed to a pulp and vcry little hair remained. Hia body is a mass of cuts and bruises. Just before the storm reached its height Mrs. Robertson, wife of the superintendent, who was in her room, passed into the room of her mother, Mrs. Reed, just adjoining, when tho roof over her own apartment feil In, clearing away the upper floors, including the fleor of her own room. Miss Fitzpatrick was in her room on tho socond floor above Mrs. Robortson's. When she saw tho walls give way and the floors moving under hor she made a leap for the hall door, and feil across the doorway a. the floor went down boneath her. She then climbed into the hall. Buck Nooly, an attaché of tho asylum, went out into the hall on the third floor to examine the lights just as the wind and electric current struck the rear tower. The mass crashed through the upper floors, carrying away the floor within six fcot of him and left him standing in tho dark, dazed and terriflod, uncertaln whiuh way to move. There was no troublu handllng tho lunatics, nor did thoy grow excited. Seven of them, however, are unaccounted lor at thla writing. It yrns at ilie yemtentiary that Grifan dted. Ho was a convict and a white raan. He was burled under the Trall of the cell house that was wrecked. Jackson Boyd, colored, and his 8-year-old chüd, living in a small cottage on East Second atreet just in the rear of Wehrfitz's tin shop, were eating suppcr when tho storm caine. Boyd rushed to the front of tho house to close the door. The ohild screamed and he ran back and took it in his arms. It was the last act of his lift', for at that moment the east wall of Wehriltz's shop feil on tho cottago and Boyd and his son were instantly killed.