Captain Martin and some of the crew, amongst whom was the gallant
John King, one of the survivors, endeavoured to get the spanker in,
and at last succeeded. It was a night of raving wind and rolling sea,
and we hear of sleepless passengers below in their cabins reading the
Bible to each other, and offering solemn prayer to Him who rode upon
the wings of the wind. All that night Captain Martin was here and
there throughout the ship--indeed he was to sleep no more until the
dreadful afternoon of Thursday--and all the orders which he gave were
speedily executed by the crew. The wind was blowing a full gale, and
mizenstaysail and forestaysail and maintopmaststaysail and reefspanker
had been set.
On Tuesday morning, January 9th, commenced that dismal series of
disasters under which eventually the noble vessel succumbed. The
wind was blowing a hard gale from the S.W. and there was a very heavy
sea. The ship was now making little more than two knots an hour,
as her speed had been reduced, and she was going through the water
under steam only. She pitched tremendously, and every now and then
whole seas dashed over her bows. Such was the state of things early
on Tuesday morning; but the passengers below as yet only heard the
fury of the storm without; they were safe and dry in their cabins:
the fires burnt brightly in the engine-room, and the two engineers,
Messrs. Jones and Greenhill, surveyed with satisfaction the strong
hatchway which protected their engines from the seas which broke over
the vessel. Bearing in mind what we have said concerning the size of
the engine-room, the reader will be prepared to learn, that if that
engine-room were flooded with water, the ship would undoubtedly sink.
There needed no other accident than this to secure the shipwreck of
the vessel. The officers on deck could comfort themselves with the
assurance, that though exposed themselves to the storm and heavy seas
which broke over the ship, their passengers were safe, and they would,
by the help of their good engines below, slowly plough their way
through waves that looked as if they would roll mountains high.
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