Captain Stuart died at sea on his next voyage, on the morning of his birthday, 21st September, 1894, and was buried at sea some 300 miles S.W. of Queenstown, the _Loch Etive_ being five days out from Glasgow. He was 63 years of age and had been 43 years a master. It was his proud boast that during the whole of his career he had never lost a man or a mast overboard. Though offered many a chance to go into steam or a larger ship, Captain Stuart preferred to remain in the _Loch Etive_. Without a doubt he was one of the most successful captains in the history of our Mercantile Marine. Many of his men sailed year after year with him, and there are men in command at the present day who originally shipped before the mast with Stuart and owed not only their sea training but their education to him. Peterhead, his native town, was very proud of Captain Stuart, as well it might be. With Viking blood in his veins, he went to sea in 1846 through the hawse hole of a Peterhead schooner in the Baltic trade, and rose to the topmost pinnacle of his profession. May the British race produce many more like him. _Loch Etive_ was sold to the French in 1911 for £1350. The Wreck of “Loch Sloy.” The _Loch Sloy_ was another 1200-ton Loch liner. She was Captain Horne’s first ship in the Australian trade, and he left her to take over the _Loch Garry_ in 1885. [Illustration: “LOCH ETIVE.”] [Illustration: “ARGONAUT,” in the Clyde.] In April, 1899, when on a passage to Adelaide under Captain Nichol, the _Loch Sloy_ overran her distance and was wrecked on Kangaroo Island. Captain Nichol was trying to pick up Cape Borda light, but it was shut out from him by the cliffs between Cape Bedout and Cape Couldie, and the _Loch Sloy_, in the darkness of the morning of 24th April, drove on to the Brothers Rocks and became a total loss in a few moments, the heavy surf sweeping right over her. The crew and seven saloon passengers took refuge in the rigging, but one by one the masts went over the side, and the men were hurled into the breakers. The ship had struck 300 yards from the shore and only four men reached it—a passenger, two able seamen and an apprentice. None of the survivors remembered how they got ashore; they heard the crash of the masts, then felt the wreckage bumping them about in the surf, and finally found themselves lying wedged amongst the rocks, where the breakers had washed them up. The following account of their subsequent hardships appeared in an Adelaide paper:—