Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1850-1854, 1850-12-13
A THRILLING ADVENTURE.

A THRILLING ADVENTURE.
GRACE GREENWOOD has sent the Boston
Transcript letter from her brother in Califor.
MIA, detailing one of the most thrilling adventures
we recollect of reading. We copy it.
SAN FRANCISCO, Sept. l3, l85O.-Dear Sis
ter Since writing the accompanying letter, !
have passed through the most terrible and heart
rending scenes possible to imagine. You will
see by the enclosed paragraph from the Alta Ca
latornia of yesterday morning, how the hunting
excursion of which wrote ended
MIR. Haviland was a fine young fellow, with
whom become acquainted at Panama. he was
apparently much stronger than !, and some six
feet tall--a manly and fine looking young man,
and one of the best families in New York
We left town early Monday morning in his
yacht, intending to 60 up the bay some twenty
miles, to remain three days, and had all our
equipments provisions, &c, with u.s. We had
not been out an hour when sudden puff of wind
capsized us. Haviland was steering, and had
made the main sheet fast, instead of keeping it
in his hand. | was standing forward by the
mast; we were opposite the town in the middle
of the bay as near as | could tell. The wind
bowed perfect gale as it does one-half the time
here fortunately | had knife and cut away
the rigging, and Haviland pushed the mast out
of the keel, and sails, mast, hooms--all cleared
us, and we righted.
We next dove down, and with our hands tore
up the dunnage to get at the ballast; then we
got on the gunnels, turned the boat over and got
astride of the keel, and after remaining some lit
tie time in this situation, we again righted and
got into her. Every thing had gone adrift--
blankets, guns, provisions, &c.--and the gale
was still increasing, every wave dashing all over
us.
got hold of the painter and dashed myself IN
the bow, while Haviland tied himself in the stern
The tide and wind drifted us up the bay few
miles, and thot that the tide when it changed,
would take us near the shipping, where we would
be picked up; but this was not the case, for it
only drifted us mile or two.
Just before night, Haviland began to fail fast
his face was swollen and his eyes dlated.-
Oh, how bitter cold The wind was increasing
every moment-the waves dashed over US furi-
ously--the Sun went behind black cloud, and
the waters grew dark.
The poor fellow, Havand, babe me good bye,
and told me what to do in case survived. He
then begged me to come to him, and we would
''die in each others arms" | tried to feed him
with hope, and to encourage him to struggle with
death while longer--but he despaired. The
black night came at last, and the sea gulls flock
ed around us in great numbers. Soon after dark,
Haviland began to droop his head and cry for
help. The salt water chokcd him, and he soon
became delirious, and struggled to get loose from
where he was tied. Oh can never forget
those wild screams and mad rawlings, which min
ged with the bowling of the wind and the ocean,
and made every thing so terrible.
After about fifteen minutes passed in this way
a tremendous wave covered us both, but him lon
ger than usual--directly after came his death
rattle, and then all was over. Still the winds
and the waves kept driving me furously onward.
The moon came out and cast faint light over
that desolate scene, and then was darkness by
the clouds. The shore still doomed up, but SEEM
ed no nearer; yet there fingered faint hope in
my heart which nothing could quench Thus
passed that terrible night How lived through
it is the greatest wonder. Many time look
ed at the still form of poor Haviland and envied
him his quiet sleep.
BY daylight the boat had drifted some ID miles
up the bay, and into q harbor among the sand
banks. Icrawled out on shore, and after getting
life enough in me to walk a little, crossed to-
ward the main land. had gone but short
distance when boat-load Of seamen came down
little river and took me in their boat. They
gave me some meat and brandy, and taking me
into the woods, made large fire, cut off my
boots, stripped me and rolled me in their blank
cts, rubbed my hands, &c. They stayed with me
until night and then went to rancho which
they found, and hired man to take the body of
Mr. Haviland and myself to town. Wednesday
night at eight clock, arrived here with the Boz
dy, and to-day we buried him.
My limbs have been quite swollen, but to-day
am quite well again.
ALBERT H. CLARKE.