Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1872-05-18

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Mr. forty.ei9ht hours she weathers the gale
hnt with loss of masts, of rigging. and
sails. Hoping against hope, she fires
0un. Waiting in agony, a bond-fire is
seen. and soon after the life-boat striving
70 reach her. While thus waiting the YES
ael strikes. The boat reaches her. Fart
Of The surviving few are rescued. They
are landed; the boat returns for the rest.
Before arriving, the vessel disappears.
Ten survive; these are saved. Out OF two
hundred souls, one hundred and seventy.
five have found n cold and watery grave
Oh, what record OF sadness ana gloom
THANK Godr = said the captain. as he
touched the shore. And you, my brave
fellows I'VE owe all to you"
1--WE have but done our duty, was.
Brewster's reply. "Give God the praise
Would that we could have saved more !
Gladly would we have done it."
"You have done nobly," was the feeilns
reply. "God reward you all Tor your
bravery" - a
The rescued ones were sheltered an9
and warmed. A few watchers remained
on the beach. striving to save Wh'it allileo
ashore. Before morning, the storm aoat-
ed, and during the day, the sun slone
clear. But not Immediately did the waves
subside. They were still boisterous ana
crested with foam.
went TO the shore about 10 o'clock. 1t
uas difficult to realize what had oc-
cnrred II seemed like dream. Yet
there was the beach. strewn with
fragments, and occasionally body made
its appearance In all, thirty-two bodies
came ashore. Save few of the crew,
1a1 y,x,t tnr ,fa;r
knew who the rest were. They were
strangers and friendless in foreign land,
with no one to weep for or follow them to
the grave. Perhaps in some hamlet be-
yond the great deep, a wife prays for an
absent husband; a mother for absent sons
or daughters. No voice speaks to her of
bereavement. Long will she wait for It'd
ings from abroad. Hope deferred will
make the heart sick; memory will cheer |
when hope expires.
Hastily few rough collins were made !;
and on the afternoon of the following day,
amidst the solemn tolling of the distant
procession of the survivors
as could walk, and of the inhabitants of
the village, sad with the grief of a COM
mon humanity, wended their way to the
silent burial ground; and there, side by
side in their narrow beds, with no head
stone to mark their names, were laid to
rest all that was mortal of those for whom
cares and trials were ended. Were there
not tears shed at that funeral? All, yes
many and bitter! For there were hearts in
that group that had suffered before =
hearts that mourned for the unburied dead |
] have not told you that am a married |
man. Yes, and father. Two children
/ left at home, a son and daughter. My |
son Tom, lad of six, has bright, blue
eyes, and roguish look. His friends say
he is the image of his mother. My !
daughter Kate, maiden of four, has blue
eyes and flowing curls. She takes after
her father. They are good children and
we love them we'll. When went from
g., after the shipwreck, l bore with me
he waif rescued from the ocean. She has
been with us now for five years. We
have adopted her as our own. We have
given her place in heart and home, and
strive to be father and mother. We call
her Mareana,-rescued from the sea.