There was a brief article in the Friday, September 7, 1900 issue of The Daily News noting that a storm was raging in the Gulf of Mexico; but the reader had to search diligently to find it: nine lines at the very bottom of the page, just above an illustrated ad for Royal Baking Powder. It was datelined Jacksonville, and it described high winds and downing of telegraph wires. The storm was “said to be northwest of Key West, Florida.” But at the time it was published the news was already trailing far behind actual events. In fact, the eye of the hurricane was near New Orleans, and moving fast.
At the office of the United States Weather Bureau on the third floor of the Levy Building on Market Street, the meteorologists had been monitoring the reports of the storm. They had already raised the city’s storm warning flags.
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The Weather Bureau chief was Isaac M. Cline, a native of Tennessee. Raised on the farm and college educated, Cline had decided early to make a career out of the weather. He was trained by the weather service climatologists of the army Signal Corps. His first assignment was Little Rock, Arkansas. There, at the University of Arkansas, he earned a medical degree. In 1885, he was sent to Abeline, Texas, where he married a church organist, Cora Mae Bellew. Soon their first daughter was born.
In 1889, Isaac Cline was sent to set up and organize an office of the weather service in Galveston and he was running the office when the service became a branch of the U. S. Department of Agriculture in 1891.
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| Dr. Isaac Cline |
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By 1900, Isaac and Cora Cline had become well established in the oleander city. He was well respected as a climatolologist and educator at the medical school. (He was a pioneer in the field of Medical Climatology.) The Cline family had grown to include three daughters: Allie May, Esther and Rosemary. And now Cora was expecting a fourth child.
Early on Friday the weather service informed Cline by telegraph that a hurricane had smashed across Florida and was at sea somewhere between the Galveston and New Orleans weather stations. By midnight September 7 the moon was bright and there was no apparent sign of storm. There was only a slight wind. The weatherman noticed, however, long swells breaking on the beach with an ominous roar, and a tide rising above normal height.
“The storm swells were increasing in magnitude and frequency and were building up a storm tide which told me as plainly as though it was a written message that a great danger was approaching.”
By dawn Saturday, the high tide, some two feet over normal, began creeping over the lower parts of the island. The barometer slowly dropped, and Cline, contrary to department procedures, harnessed a horse to his two-wheeled cart and headed down to the beach to warn people to seek high ground.
By mid-afternoon—with the storm tide still rising—he sent his brother Joseph to inform the weather headquarters in Washington, D.C., that Galveston was going under and to request aid. Joseph Cline waded through the streets to the telephone exchange. He was able to get the message through to Houston shortly before the line went dead. With that, the Cline brothers waded to Isaac’s house to wait out the storm.
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It was about a two-mile walk to the Cline residence. The Clines lived at 2511 Avenue Q, just three blocks north of the Gulf. As was common in Galveston, their home was built on stilts as a precaution against overflows from the ocean. The Cline house was just four years old and was specially braced to withstand hurricanes.
Over fifty people were huddled there on the second floor, includung Isaac Cline’s pregnant wife and children. Neighbors felt safer there, and even the builders took refuge there.
At five the anemometer at the weather station recorded a two-minute gust at 102 miles per hour. Fifteen minutes later the wind carried the instrument away. Now the storm was intensifying with each minute. By six the tide was swelling at an incredible rate of 2½ feet an hour, and the wind was shifting around to the northeast. At about seven-thirty, in a single enormous swell, the tide rose four feet in four seconds. The eye of the storm passed west of the island between eight and nine P.M. By then the velocity of the wind was estimated at 120 miles per hour. The tide on the Gulf side of the island was at least fifteen feet, and breakers twenty-five feet or higher crashed over the beachline.
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The whole town was awash, but the houses on their stilted foundations stood above the waves. Debris, however, piled up around the structures and dammed the water.
Though the front and rear porches of Isaac Cline’s home had been smashed to sticks, the refugees inside told themselves that the house was secure. Never-the-less, Joseph Cline remembered that the people around him were singing or praying or crying—or wandering around aimlessly, looking for some place that might give them an advantage when the end came.
“I knew the house was about to collapse,” Joseph Cline said, “and I told my relatives and friends to get on top of the drift and float with it.”
The storm had been pounding against a quarter-mile-long section of streetcar trestle built out over the Gulf. The trestle together with ties, cross pieces, and fifty foot rails was soon uprooted. It moved, lashed, floated, and rolled in the fury of the storm. The trestle battered the Cline house, turned it over, and beat it to pieces.
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Just before the collision, Isaac Cline felt his house move off its foundation. Then it began to topple and break apart. His brother Joseph had been standing near a window on the windward side. When the house began to capsize, he grabbed the hands of two of Isaac’s daughters and smashed through the glass and wooden shutters of the window with his back. Joseph and his nieces were alone on the side of the overturned house. Rain was driving down, and pieces of timber and wreckage rushed by.
Isaac Cline, his wife, and their youngest daughter were in the center of the room when it turned over. They were pinned by wreckage and carried under. He lost consciousness. When he came to he found himself hanging between two timbers: the wave action against the timbers apparently pressed the water out of his lungs. There was a flash of lightning and Cline saw his youngest girl alive and floating on the wreckage a few feet away. His wife was gone. A short time later another flash revealed his brother and his other two daughters, still riding their raft of debris.
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“I took my baby and swam toward them,” Isaac Cline recalled. “Strange as it may seem these children displayed no sign of fear, as we in the shadow of death did not realize what fear meant. Our only thought was how to win in this disaster.”
For hours they drifted through endless darkness and dispair. They clung to the trestle. Over the downpour and wail of wind, they heard houses being crushed and the screams of the dying, and they rescued a seven-year-old girl from the waves. Drifting out to sea and back, they moved to various pieces of flotsam as necessary and finally grounded on a long line of debris at 28th Street and Avenue P. In its grinding fashion the storm constructed a breakwater of wreckage stretching roughly from the eastern end of the city to 45th street and parallel to the Gulf about six blockes from the beach. The hurricane destroyed everything outside of this—about one-third of the city, 1,500 acres.
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| This map graphically shows the levels of damage Galveston sustained as a result of the hurricane. The beachfront (the shaded portion of the city closest to the Gulf of Mexico) was completely lost. A swath of complete destruction, roughly bounded by 8th Street (east), 46th Street (west), and Avenue O (north), was the next level. Few buildings survived there. A zone of partial destruction, including the waterfront and the downtown area, occupied the innermost portion of Galveston. |
From the debris wall the brothers and four children clambered through the upstairs window of a house and stayed there, huddled with others, for the remainder of the nightmare. They were among the few who escaped the Cline house. Two weeks later searchers working in the planks and timbers at 28th and P found the body of Mrs. Cline. Entangled in the wreckage of her home, underwater, she had traveled with her family to the point where the living found safety.
The seven-year-old, Cora Goldbeck, whom the brothers pulled from the water had been visiting her grandparents with her mother. They were all dead, and the Clines promised to care for her. Several weeks later, in a drugstore, Joseph Cline met a grief-stricken man from San Antonio who was looking for his lost family. He asked their name, and, happily, Cora was reunited with her family.
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