Sheffield Flood
Update on the Sheffield Flood
«Return15th March
The great mass of the flood waters seems now to have passed off from the Don, and the streets in its neighbourhood Sheffield begin to wear somewhat of their old appearance. Not so, however, with the district over which the deluge poured. Many months must elapse before the buildings are restored, and many years go by before the face of the country can wear the aspect of verdure and careful cultivation which it bore on Friday night. The river, though fallen, is far from being as low as it generally is at this time of the year, and every furlong of the stream's banks exhibits almost innumerable traces of the inundation - such as trees, balks, and beams of timber firmly embedded in its bed. The open land in this neighbourhood is still for the greater portion under water, and, as that drains off, a number of bodies will, it is feared, be exposed to view. The large hollows which abound are being filled up by the hundreds of cartloads of mud which are being deposited in them. The great manufacturers are busily engaged cleaning out their warehouses, and polishing their machinery, which had become rusty by the water. Harvest lane presents the same picture of mud, cinders, dead horses, cows and pigs that it did on Sunday. Bridgehouses are as busy as ever. The Whiterails has been cleared. A great portion of the thick deposit of mud has been carted away, giving the street somewhat of its usual appearance. In Nursery-street, with its now silent manufactories, is the Lady's-bridge. A great portion of the rubbish has been removed from beneath the arches, and the water now flows freely on as far as the Blonk Bridge, where the stream is still impeded by a mass of rubbish. Blonk Street yet remains in the same state as on Sunday. The works in this vicinity are also stopped for repairs. As a rule, however, the damage done to the great manufacturers in the town has been slight. Mr. John Brown's works and those of Mr. Bessemer escaped without any injury, and were at work as usual on the Monday following the calamity. Messrs. Cammels' works were only deranged, so to speak; but the new works building for Messrs. Naylor Vickers were rather seriously damaged. Round Neepsend and by Hillsborough and Owlerton Road, where the great mischief fell, the inhabitants of the houses are busily engaged pumping the water out of their cellars. Waller’s and masons are engaged in rebuilding, wherever practicable, the walls that have been washed down. Further down in the gardens opposite at the other side of the river, a very painful incident occurred. Two or three men were engaged in removing the rubbish of one of the small, inhabited garden houses. Near them stood a young woman, with two children clinging to her dress, the only ones saved from the wreck of their cottage. The rubbish had almost been cleared away when the leg of a human being was exposed to view. Brick after brick was removed, until the poor woman recognised the remains of her husband. A little above where this incident occurred the corpse of a child was brought out of the mud in an open space near the Old Brewery. About 20 yards from this the body of a man was also found. As these bodies were carried on stretchers to the workhouse a large crowd followed, but the greatest order and decorum were observed by everyone.
Remains of the Shuttle House,
residence of James Sharman,
head of Bacon Island.
House background left is The Grove
Writing to the Sheffield Daily Telegraph, a correspondent who resided on Bacon-island, describes what he saw in a glimpse of the flood:-
''I was seated at my fireside a little after 12 o'clock on Saturday morning when my attention was arrested by a strange noise, together with a shouting of many people. Alarmed, I hastened to my front door; upon opening it I was completely bewildered by the frightful sound that fell upon my ears. It has never yet been truly described, nor can it ever be; the nearest approach to a correct definition of it that I have heard was that of a poor man whose house withstood the storm that swept away his furniture etc. 'Sir,' said he to me, ' I heard it coming just like hissing thunder.' I was so stupefied by this horrid sound that I did not see the wild waters immediately before me, nor did I dream of the nature of the calamity by which I was threatened, until I actually stepped into the water at my garden gate. I at once mounted the railings, and was terrified by the sight of the rushing flood. Sharman's house was immediately opposite, only across the road. My eye had but just caught the waters foaming at its base, when the end fell into the flood, affording a glimpse of the rooms, furniture, etc. It was but a glimpse, for in a moment the remainder of the house fell towards the road, and sank like lead in the waters, not leaving the slightest vestige visible. As I was not aware that Sharman and his family had escaped a few minutes before, I supposed they were all lost, and a thrill of horror came over me that caused me to turn my head from the deep that had, as I supposed, swallowed them up. I then perceived that the waters had risen, and surrounded me in my garden. I at once leapt back and retreated into my house, which is considerably elevated above the road. The stream rose rapidly, until it reached 4ft. above the level which it had attained when it swept away Sharman's house. As it had now reached my doorstep, I requested that my children should be taken out of their beds and carried to a neighbouring house on higher ground. Before this could be done I fancied the waters ceased to rise; presently I had the happiness to see that they were subsiding, so that anxiety for my family and me was at an end. When the flood invaded it rose rapidly, but when it retired it seemed to sink slowly, very slowly. At length the road was clear of water (not of mud); we then perceived that the bridge leading to the island was swept away. Anxiety to know the fate of the cottagers on the island constrained some to creep over the top of the shuttle. I essayed to follow, and succeeded. Upon reaching the other side we found we were landed in chaos, and had to grope our way (the darkness was terrible) through thick mud, under and over trees, timber, stones, and wrecks of every kind. Upon reaching the cottages we were rejoiced to find all their inhabitants safe, excepting poor Wright, his wife, and the little girl who was visiting with them. The end of Wright's house jutted out into the stream which brought down a beam that broke a large hole through it; into this the stream poured until it threw down the front of the house, carrying away the door, the stairs, all the furniture and we think Wright, his wife, and the child too; but, as the flood never reached the chamber in this house, we are driven to the conclusion that the three persons who perished must have been downstairs.'
In the Kelham rolling mills the escape of the workmen was very narrow indeed. The first alarm was given by a man who had been asleep at the bottom end of the mill, and who was awoke by the rushing of the waters. He hastened to where his fellow workmen were getting dinner - these men being what is called "night shift" - and gave them warning. Fortunately, the gates of the yard were closed, and the men had no means of getting out by these means. Had they done so they would inevitably have been swept away by the tide which passed in front of the buildings. They climbed on the roof, and, as has already been told, contrived, in their extreme eagerness to escape, to set it on fire in doing so. But the more remarkable circumstance remains to be told. The man who gave the alarm, and who was the means of saving the lives of so many of his fellow workmen, lost his father, mother, wife, and two children, who lived at Malin Bridge; and his own bedstead, with other of his furniture, floated into the mills where he, with others, was a prisoner - a distance of not less than 2 and a half miles. In another part of Kelham Island a man and his wife, who occupied a small cottage, on hearing the noise of the waters, went out to save their pig. Both were swept away by the torrent and the pig as well. Continued »
