sea and wind would sling her off again, like a gate swinging on its hinges. Each time she went off she seemed to become more helpless and dipped nearly her whole broadside into the hissing waters. The steward and I went down into the saloon and found the water about three feet deep on the starboard, or lee, side of the floor. Every roll the vessel took dashed the water over Mr. Newton where he lay. We assisted him up on deck and then tried to discover where the water was coming in. We found that the pantry window—which looked out on the starboard side of the main-deck—had been burst in by the pressure of water from the outside. We blocked the aperture up as well as we could and then went up on the poop. The Captain was still at the wheel and the men were foreward securing things about the deck in the best way they could. Captain Mathieson beckoned me and asked if there were any water below in the saloon. I told him there was and it was still rising. His countenance changed, but he made no reply. By the beating of the engines I could hear they were commencing to work more slowly, and the ship seemed as though she were becoming entirely unmanageable. The chief engineer, Mr. Thompson, called out to Mr. Kilpatrick, the second engineer, who was on duty below, “Give it to her, Jack,”—meaning for him to keep the engines working as fast as he could. In answer to the steward’s question, “Is there no show to get the vessel head on?” Mr. Hodges said, “I am afraid she won’t come to. She is too light foreward and we have no sail aft to help her round. Everything is against her at present as it happens. There is that upper deck and the foreward boat, all on the starboard side. What with the big funnel and bridge, the life-boat on the engine-room skylights, the awning of wood instead of canvas and too little cargo, she’s all top and no bottom.” The ship now began to lie down almost steadily on her beam ends, the big seas dashing over her as if she were a half tide rock, and pouring down into the engine-room and stoke-hole. The second engineer, Mr. Kilpatrick, and W. Thompson, the fireman, came up and stated that there was too much water below for them to stay any longer. The Captain sang out from the bridge, where he had been standing exposed from early morning, “Call all hands aft, passengers and everybody.” As soon as we were mustered together he gave orders, “Now boys, get out the life-belts and put them on.” Matters now began to wear a serious aspect, and although there was no panic, everybody felt that a great change was at hand. The steward and I started throwing the life-belts from the racks underneath the awning and in a few minutes everybody had one on. Poor Mr. Newton, who seemed downhearted, asked “How do you put this on?” By way of reply the steward fastened it properly round him at once, and also on the two steerage passengers. The next order given by the Captain, was, “Now then my lads, bear-a-hand and get the life-boat