There appeared to be no effort made to extinguish the fire; the soldiers, instead of being employed to carry water, or save goods, or in blowing up buildings to arrest the flames, leaned on their guns, and looked as though they didn’t care if the whole city was consumed, as long as they got enough to eat and drink.  The mounted police did not seem employed to any better purpose, and the most that I observed them do was to chase after a poor devil who squeezed through the lines in some way, and appeared anxious to save his property, or what there was left of it.

“Thank God!” exclaimed a stout man at my side, “the fire is confined to the stores of Jews.  I think I’ll go back to bed again.”

That remark made me begin to comprehend the reason of the apathy which prevailed.  The Jews were not entitled to sympathy on account of their religion.  They paid their taxes, and were as much entitled to protection as Episcopalians, or men of other religious principles; but the stigma of being a Jew followed them even to Australia, where people were none too moral, and if they had not sold their Saviour it was because no one wished to buy, thinking the investment a bad one.

I longed to get to work, and once or twice I asked an officer standing near me to let us pass, and assist in extinguishing the flames.  The young fop looked at me with the utmost astonishment for a moment, and then, thinking that I was an escaped lunatic, recommenced sucking the hilt of his sword with renewed energy, and without returning any answer to my petition.

“Don’t mind him, poor fellow,” said Fred, with a laugh at my want of success in eliciting an answer from the office:  “don’t you see that he is hungry, and misses the comfort which his Mother has been in the habit of yielding.”

The sword hilt was withdrawn from the young fellow’s mouth in an instant, and his face flushed as red as his scarlet uniform.  He felt the more annoyed, because half a dozen fellows, just from the mines, all of whom were standing near, and had heard the conversation, set up a shout of laughter.  Even the soldiers smiled when their officer’s back was turned.

If the young fellow intended to make a reply, he was prevented, for just then the rolling of a drum attracted his attention, and there was a murmur through the crowd that the lieutenant-governor was coming to see what could be done towards suppressing the conflagration.

The soldiers presented arms, as half a dozen plainly-dressed gentlemen walked towards the end of the line where Fred, Smith, and myself were stationed.  They did not stop until within a few feet of us, and from the attention which was bestowed upon one man, I had no difficulty in deciding which was the governor.

“God bless me!” exclaimed the gentleman I supposed to be the governor, a rather small man, with gray hair, and, I judged, about sixty years of age; “God bless me!” he repeated, wringing his hands as though washing them, and gazing upon the fire, “what a dreadful conflagration.”