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Halifax Disaster Record Office
Chronicle Building
Halifax, N. S.

PERSONAL NARRATIVE.
Mrs. W. A. Henry,
16 South St.

Is in the habit of going to the Red Cross rooms at Pier 2 on Thursday mornings. On the morning of December 6th went up-stairs after having breakfasted, to get ready to go to the Pier. It was then about nine o'clock. The maid was just coming out of Mrs. H's bed-room after having put it in order for the day. Mrs. H. remarked that it looked unusually nice. Just then she heard a rumble and thought that it was unusually heavy blasting. Then the big crash came and "when I looked at the room that had been so nice before, I did not see how such a change could be in so short a time". The curtains were torn, the bureau had been thrown out into the middle of the room, the bed clothing was all awry and a rug on the floor looked as though some one had taken a stick and "stirred it round and round." The front door was torn off its hinges, broken into two pieces and hurled up the stair-case. She went out to the street and asked Captain Jagow, whom she met what it was. He thought it was a magazine. Probably the one at Wellington Barracks. She began to be afraid that the Dustan's were gone. Decided to go to Lorne Terrace to see. Went north as far as Jacob Street with Dr. Forrest's man in Dr. F's car. At Jacob St. a motor-man of a tram who evidently knew her said "Don't go any further north Mrs. Henry, you won't be able to stand the sight's." She asked a man driving a dray if he would take her to North St. He allowed her to get on and she went with him to North St. She walked up North St. to Lorne Terrace to the Dustan house. She found that all the