The Depot for Prisoners of War at Norman Cross, Huntingdonshire. 1796 to 1816Walker, Thomas (Thomas James)
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The Depot for Prisoners of War at Norman Cross, Huntingdonshire. 1796 to 1816
Walker, Thomas (Thomas James)
France -- History -- 1789-1815; Norman Cross depot; Prisoners of war
“Monday night, February 6th, 1804, weighed from Ares Bay near Ferrol,
bound to England with despatches, made sail and worked out of Ferrol
Bay. Tuesday, Fresh breezes for the best part of the day from the
Rd. Wednesday the 8th—At noon by account Ushant bore from us N. 24
Lat: distant 109 miles, towards the Evening the breeze died away and
became variable, but sprung up from the Southward and Westward at 6
o’clock. At 8 o’clock P.M. Ushant distant 50 miles, went on deck to
keep my watch, the ship steering N.E. by E. by the Captain’s orders,
who had also left orders to be called at 12 o’clock. The breeze
continued, freshening considerably till 10 o’clock, when I was
obliged to leave the deck to attend the Gunner in transporting
powder, which duty we were on the point of finishing at 11.30, when
the ship struck with great violence, put the lights out immediately
and got on deck as soon as possible, where we found every person
struck with terror, it being the general opinion, that the violent
shock which they had felt proceeded from the powder magazine and
expecting every moment to be their last; but when relieved from this
dreadful impression by our appearing on deck, they immediately let go
the small bower anchor and proceeded to take in sail.
“It appears that at the time the ship struck she was going between 8
and 9 knots, which hurried her on the rocks with such violence, that
the tiller was carried away, the rudder unhung from the stern post,
and a great hole made somewhere under the starboard bow, and after
beating over the reef, the ship was running on an immense rock, which
was prevented by the letting go of the anchor. As soon as the sails
were furled we manned the pumps, and found the ship made at the rate
of 15 feet water per hour. At 12, on the turning of the tide, the
ship tailed on the rocks and struck with dreadful violence at times:
let go the best bower anchor, scuttled the spirit room bulkhead to
clear the water from aft. Fired minute guns and rockets at times,
with the signal of distress: discovered a light on our starboard
beam, a small island, but no one on board knew for a certainty where
we were, employed all night at the pumps, and clearing away booms to
get spars out to shore the ship up, as also to be in readiness to get
the boats out if requisite.
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