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Show (the refugees arrived ten hours later in a torrent of rain. Two thousand had set out in the beginning, be-ginning, but only 500 ragged and eniac-latod eniac-latod wanderers reached their destination. destina-tion. The others had succumbed on the awful Journey and fallen powerless by tho wayside. More appalling than the destruction of tho towns and villages themselves Is the terror of the Burvivors. The spectacle Is horrible. Tho wounded, bleeding, ragged refugees are human skeletons who stagger here and there, dragging their bruised feet with efforts and staring vacantly la all directions. Those loss afflicted tell contradictory contradic-tory stories ;some tell only of the tragedy trag-edy of which he personally was the victim. vic-tim. It would be useless to revert to the story of the destruction of the towns. They are exceeded by the horror hor-ror of the present. Dr. Cafitelllno, who Is charged with the direction of relief from Reggio, ; declares that the quostion of the survivors sur-vivors Is more harassing than the question of the dead. The government govern-ment army and marines, mighty as are their efforts, remain Impotent before be-fore the Immensity of this misery. Money Is without value. The indispensable indispen-sable need Is food, clothing and tents for shelter. These must como quickly. Each day's delay Increases the list of dead. SAILBOATS; STRAIT Refugees Have Frightful Ex perience in Getting Away From Sicilian Coast. - Monteleone. Jan. 1. Tho experience of a band of refugees from Messina and Regglo, who made their way on foot into Palme is distressing eyoni words. The Messina refugees sue-' ceeded in getting away from the Sicilian Sicil-ian coast in sailboats. After a frightful fright-ful experience In crossing the straits they landed on the Calabrlan coast. Here they were mot hy haggard refugees refu-gees from Regglo and tho various groups of unfortunates joined forces. Together they painfully climbed the hills. At a certain point they all turn-ed turn-ed to givo a last look at the burning cities. They stood on the mountain side, plungod In despair. A young priest who had escaped from Regglo, advanced toward tho gToup, some 2,000 perflons in all, and blessed them. Then turning in tho direction of Reggio, he solemnly called down the blessings of God upon the desolated city. "Peace to the dying," he cried; "peace to the dead." w Men, women and children knelt on the ground and raising their hands to heaven, prayed for tho deliverance of tho multitude. The band then took up Its broken und tiresome march to Palme, where , |