Storm Warriors; or, Life-Boat Work on the Goodwin SandsGilmore, John
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Storm Warriors; or, Life-Boat Work on the Goodwin Sands
Gilmore, John
Goodwin Sands (England); Lifesaving -- Great Britain; Shipwrecks
"Before concluding my brief remarks, I call upon you once more to offer
your support to so excellent an Institution. I congratulate you that it
has arrived at so excellent a state, and I feel sure that you would be
the last to wish it to decay for the want of support to its funds."
Thus spake His Royal Highness, in 1867, and since then the Institution
has developed more and mere, completing its organization, perfecting its
system, and yearly in its noble results increasing its hold upon the
affections of the country.
And now, as I write the concluding lines of my book, the reality of the
work related is deeply impressed upon my mind, for this morning my two
little boys came running downstairs making the house ring with their
cries of "The life-boat! the life-boat!" they had seen it from their
nursery window. Yes, there she was, being towed by the steamer, the
rough seas lashing over her; her flag was flying in triumph. I could see
through my glass that there were about a dozen saved men on board the
steamer; and as I have since learned, seldom have men more narrowly
escaped than did those poor fellows, and seldom have men been saved by a
greater exhibition of courage and perseverance than was displayed by our
life-boat men while effecting their rescue.
The _Scot_, a barque of 345 tons, bound from Sunderland to Algiers with
a cargo of coals, after experiencing much stormy and thick weather, ran
on the Kentish Knock Sand at five o'clock in the morning; the seas
immediately began to break over her; the carpenter sounded the well and
found two feet and a half of water in her hold, but as the waves lifted
her, and plunged her down upon the Sands, she filled at once with water.
The captain sent the steward into the cabin for the ship's papers; he
found the water up to the cabin floor; he seized the box in which the
papers were, and ran up on deck; a wave rushed over the vessel and swept
him along the deck; he caught hold of a rope with one hand, but one of
the sailors, overwhelmed by the same wave, threw his legs around his
neck and nearly tore him from his hold; the wave passed and the two men
were enabled to spring into the rigging: all hands had to take refuge
there, for within five minutes of the vessel's striking she began to
break up; the boats were washed away, the deck-house was torn to
fragments and carried away piecemeal; the deck began to twist, and
buckle, and open, and then was speedily ripped up by the force of the
seas, and torn away plank after plank. The vessel broke her back and
heeled over on the starboard side, and settled down upon the Sands; the
men could not make any signal of distress, and if they could have done
so, they were miles away from any life-boat, and at any moment the masts
might give and they be plunged into the boiling sea. If the weather
moderated some passing vessel might see them and be able to send a boat
in to their rescue, but not while the gale lasted. The day grew on; many
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