The little gunboat _Eber_ was making a desperate struggle, but her
doom was certain. Suddenly she shot forward, the current bore her off
to the right, and her bow struck the port quarter of the _Nipsic_,
carrying away several feet of the _Nipsic’s_ rail and one boat. The
_Eber_ then fell back and fouled with the _Olga_, and after that she
swung around broadside to the wind, was lifted high on the crest of a
great wave and hurled with awful force upon the reef. In an instant
there was not a vestige of her to be seen. Every timber must have
been shattered, and half the poor creatures aboard of her crushed to
death before they felt the waters closing above their heads. Hundreds
of people were on the beach by this time, and the work of destruction
had occurred within full view of them all. They stood for a moment
appalled by the awful scene, and a cry of horror arose from the lips
of every man who had seen nearly a hundred of his fellow-creatures
perish in an instant. Then with one accord they all rushed to the
water’s edge nearest the point where the _Eber_ had foundered. The
natives ran into the surf far beyond the point where a white man
could have lived, and stood waiting to save any who might rise from
the water. There were six officers and seventy men on the _Eber_ when
she struck the reef, and of these five officers and sixty-six men
were lost. This was about six o’clock in the morning.
[Illustration: “THE SAMOANS STOOD BATTLING AGAINST THE SURF, RISKING
THEIR LIVES TO SAVE THE AMERICAN SAILORS.”]
During the excitement attending that calamity the other vessels
had been for the time forgotten, but it was soon noticed that the
positions of several of them had become more alarming. The _Adler_
had been swept across the bay, close to the reef, and in half an hour
she was lifted on top of the reef and turned completely over on her
side. Nearly every man was thrown into the water, but as almost the
entire hull was exposed, all but twenty succeeded in regaining her
deck, and the remainder were rescued toward the close of the day when
almost exhausted.
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