So down, with my heart full of trouble, to the Lieutenant of the Tower, who tells me that it begun this morning in
the King’s baker’s house in
Pudding-lane, and that it hath burned
St. Magnus’s Church and most part of Fish-street already. So I down to the water-side, and there got a boat and through bridge, and there saw a lamentable fire. Poor Michell’s house, as far as the
Old Swan, already burned that way, and the fire running further, that in a very little time it got as far as the
Steeleyard, while I was there. Everybody endeavouring to remove their goods, and flinging into
the river or bringing them into
lighters that layoff; poor people staying in their houses as long as till the very fire touched them, and then running into boats, or clambering from one pair of stairs by the water-side to another. And among other things, the poor pigeons, I perceive, were loth to leave their houses, but hovered about the windows and balconys till they were, some of them burned, their wings, and fell down.