The wind that had smashed Cuba (TIME, Sept. 11) reached the south Texas coast one day last week, beginning with fitful, stabbing gusts and a rain that spread out fanwise across the 200-mi. shorefront from Corpus Christi to Brownsville. The gloomy curtain rolled inland over orchards and cotton fields before the lappings and lashings of the wind. Long muddy-foamed sea waves licked angrily at the shore, tumbled into the lowlands. At Corpus Christi a giant steam whistle blew its shrill warning blast at ten-second intervals. Streets were deserted, houses and storefronts...
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