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"When I ascended to the deck, however, I saw that we had little to hope
for. While the masts and rigging were all enveloped in flame, a dense
smoke was rising from the hold, indicating that the electric fluid, in its
descent through the ship, had come in contact with something in the cargo
that was highly combustible. Passengers and crew stood looking on with
pale, horror-stricken faces. But the captain, a man of self-possession,
aroused all from their lethargy by ordering, in a loud, clear voice,
the masts and rigging to be cut away instantly. This order was obeyed.
Over went, crashing and hissing, three noble masts, with their wealth of
canvas, all enveloped in flames, quenching the heaven-enkindled fires
in the ocean. Then all was breathless and silent as the grave for some
moments, when a broad flash lit up the air, and revealed, for an instant,
the dismantled deck upon which we stood, followed by a pealing crash that
made the ship tremble. The deep silence that succeeded was broken by the
voice of the captain. His tones were cheerful and confident.
"'All will now be well!' he cried. 'We are saved from fire, and our good
hull will bear us safely up until we meet a passing ship.'
"'But there is fire below, captain,' said one.
"'It cannot burn without air,' he replied, in the same tone of confidence.
'We will keep the hatches closed and sealed; and it must go out.'
"This took a load from my bosom. I saw that what he said was reasonable.
But when daylight came, it showed the smoke oozing out through every
crevice in the deck. The floors, too, were hot to the feet, and indicated
an advanced state of the fire within. All was again terror and confusion,
but our captain still remained self-possessed. He saw that every hope of
saving the ship was gone; and at once ordered all the boats made ready,
and well stored with provisions. To the first and second mates, with a
portion of the crew, he assigned two of the boats, and in the third and
largest he embarked himself with four stout men and the passengers, twelve
in all. The sky was still overcast with clouds, and the sea rolled heavily
from the effects of the brief but severe storm that had raged in the
night. Pushing off from the doomed vessel, we lingered near for a couple
of hours to see what her fate would be. At the end of that time, the dense
smoke which had nearly hidden her from our view, suddenly became one
enveloping mass of flame. It was a beautiful, yet appalling sight, to see
that noble vessel thus burning upon the breast of the sea! For nearly an
hour her form, sheeted in fire, stood out distinctly against the face of
the sky, and then she went down, and left only a few charred and mutilated
fragments afloat upon the surface to tell of her doom.
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