Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1854-09-09
WHAT THE SEA GIVES UP,

Thirteen years have rolled away, with their Joys
and SORROWS, their hopes and fears, their anticipa-
ton and disappointment, their fruits and their
ashes, since the happy throng that waved their
adieus and shouted "Good bye" from the decks of
g that new and staunch steamer" the Erie, were
borne away from our wharves, one bright summer
evening, to the joyous cheering of friends ashore,
amid the Haunting of banners, and accompanied
by the best wishes of hundreds of spectators.
Crowding her forward and lower decks, were scores
on scores Of people, freshly arrived from the dense
ly inhabited countries of Europe, and bound for
the broad prairies Of our fair land, to reaching
which they now look with hopes stimulated by a
prosperous voyage thus far, and a cheerful reliance
upon the good ship beneath them and her expert
enccd crew.
As they stood there, the young, the aged, the pa
rent and child, sexes and conditions all mingled in
the pursuit of the one object, the seeking a new
among strangers, in a cline Of which tley
knew absolutely nothing, these Inflated emigrants
thought little of the perils of the deep, nor con-
jured up any visions Of the alternative so soon to
be presented to their bewildered minds, of a death
by the demon Of fire, or a quieter grave beneath
the waters of the lake that looked so placid and so
innocent of danger. Thus she went oil, with ban
ners streaming, cheers resounding, music playing,
and majestically p~loughed the bosom of her adop-
ted element, the peerless and unrivalled craft that
was to Dear the palm from all contestants. There
were some who came TO the wharf too late, and
these were greeted by derisiye shouts from those on
board, and many a eontemptuous laugh. But later
at night, there came the awful rumor of a ship on
fire and burning at sea, and those who watched the
great globe of fire, and saw it rise and fall upon
the swells, knew it for a beacon of death and woe,
and went shuddering to their touches to await the
morning with its full revelations of disaster.
Thirteen years have passed since then, and many
another calamity has obscured, with its dark story,
the details of that dreadful night. For thirteen
years the ashes of the Erie's dead have been wash
ed by the surges that doomed their requiem upon
the lonely beach, and tossed the bones of the vic
tins, and the treasure that went down with them
and the sand and shells of the deep in one confus-
ed heap.
But once more the light Of day shines in upon the
secrets that the sea has SO long kept, and the ocean
renders up its charge, at the behest of men who
claim the hidden treasures. As of old the savage
nations eonseorated a great enterprise by the sacri-
flee Of living beings, 50 this explosion of the wate-
ry sepulchre has been accompanied by new deaths,
and the darker, final secret, is shared by those who
would have learned the lesser ones. But long and
dific9lt labor has accomplished the task Of the
searchers, and their zeal has been rewarded. Z
e BY the courtesyIof Messrs. Mann, Veil & Co,
and the gentlemen in their Office, We were yester-
day shown the results of the enterprise, as far as
they have been revealed, and a melancholy story