However, the ordeal was horrendous all surrounding materials within the city, served as a tinder field drawing the flames within causing the fire to spread swiftly consuming whatever it touched. Nevertheless, the winds transported the flames across the street touching down at the Star Inn. Upon entering sparks danced across the straw as well as the fodder consequently causing them to burst into flames dissolving a stable into a sea of flames. Nevertheless the fire continuing its path begins devouring Thames Street storehouses containing, which was full of extremely flammable materials disappeared within seconds, “ Each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.” (Edgar Allan Poe)