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victims were more or less mutilated. On going to the Captain’s cabin
another shocking sight presented itself, he was laying completely
hacked to pieces, his tongue was completely cut out at the root, and
his entrails strewed on the cabin floor, showing that there had been
a terrible struggle; it appears from the statement of a man who had
stowed in the hold to escape the slaughter, that the second mate, who
is one of the murderers, treated the passengers and the rest of the
crew with some grog in which some laudnum was mixed, which rendered
them senseless, and while in that helpless state murdered them in the
manner described, they afterwards went to the Captain’s cabin, who
fought bravely but was overpowered by numbers, they then took all the
gold they could find and lowered the long boat and made off with their
ill-gotten gains. The tiller of the boat has been found, so whether
they have escaped and sent the boat adrift is not known, but search is
being made after the murderers, and we hope they will soon be taken,
and meet with their just reward.
COPY OF VERSES.
You landsmen and you seamen bold,
Attention give to me,
While I a tragedy unfold,
Upon the briney sea;
In the German ocean it occurred,
Near the sight of land,
Twenty-eight fell victims
To the cursed murderers hands.
The Sea Horse it from Sydney sailed,
Bound for Old England’s shore,
With crew and thirteen passengers,
Whose fate we now deplore;
Returning home with hard earned gold,
Across the briney main,
But alas! the ones they loved at home,
They ne’er will see again.
Four of the crew they laid a plan,
The passengers to slay,
And with the gold they dearly earnt,
O’er the seas to bear away;
These murderers were led away,
All by their thirst for gold,
And their victims they did cruelly slay,
Most shocking to unfold.
In some grog they mixed some laudanum
And soon they fell asleep.
And then these wretched monsters
To their victim’s berths did creep;
Then to the Captain’s cabin,
Intent on blood did steer,
And mangled his poor body,
How dreadful for to hear.
The Sarah Ann from North Shields,
As by the facts appear,
Saw the poor ill-fated ship,
And boarded it we hear;
And found the gory victims--
How shocking for to read,
May the murderers soon be taken
And suffer for their deeds.
Walton, Printer, Mary Street, Limehouse.
FULL PARTICULARS OF THE HORRIBLE & DREADFUL GREAT FIRE IN LONDON.
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