1892 Courier & Argus

Monday, 12th December

 Mars Steam Launch









1893 Courier & Argus

Monday, 20th November.



     On the Fife side of the river, from Tayport right up to Newburgh, the storm fell with fury. At Newport the night was a night of terror, and the majority of the residents, roused from sleep by the noise of the gale, spent the night listening to the recurring noises of crashing brickwork, broken tiles and cans, and smashing glass. In many houses the families were kept in a state of terror by heavy chimney work falling through the rooflights, and in various cases it is a marvel that no deadly accident happened. The Kirks suffered a fair share of the damage, a heavy stone cross part of the masonry on which it rested having been blown from the north gable of the Free Church, while at the U.P. Church part of the roof had been cleared of slates and otherwise damaged. At Woodhaven trees have been blown down and the tile-roofed cottages been badly damaged.


     Was exposed to the full force of the blast, but the array of anchors held firmly, and the great ship withstood the storm in safety. The heavy gangway fixed firmly alongside was, however, carried away, and the steam launch, which was moored off Woodhaven, sank, but will no doubt be recovered…


     On leaving the Blyth Hall at half past two o’clock in the morning the ladies and gentlemen attending the Newport Boat Club dance encountered the whole gale.

     Two gentlemen making their way to Downfield were twice separated. On recovering himself, the stouter of the two found that his friend had been drifted to Fairmuir.

    A pedestrian struggling along against the elements was unfortunate enough to lose the cape which he was wearing. His cap followed, and while groping about in the darkness for the last garments he came across a cap which had been lost by some other person, and went on his way rejoicing.

    One of the most amusing incidents of the gale took place in the Overgate. The actors in the little comedy were two policemen, who were making their way up that thoroughfare in the darkness, dodging at best they could the chimney cans, tiles, and slates which were falling all around them, “Thick as leaves in Vallombrosa.” Just as they were approaching Lindsay Street, they were startled to hear something coming thundering up the street behind them. Judging discretion to be the better part of valour, the “bobbies” took to their heels, pursued (tell it not in Gath) by the representation of a drum, which is the sign of a well known firm of toy merchants in the Overgate.