Philip Gilbert Hamerton,
Wenderholme: A Story of Lancashire and Yorkshire
“ There being no sign of Fyser, the Adjutant concluded that he was waiting for the Bradford engines.The whole remaining mass of roof now fell in with a tremendous [Pg 247] crash, and the flames enveloped the gables, issuing from the windows of the uppermost story. The multitude was hushed by the grandeur of the spectacle. All the woods of Wenderholme, all its deep ravine, were lighted by the glare, and even at Shayton the glow of an unnatural dawn might be seen in the sky over the lofty moorland. ”
