The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1873-01-19

With low stunted trees We found. how.
,stFkngesto say, little celery, and, not
Knowing whatheE the egyegetables we're
pofSo1ous or mott each imam partook: ra-
ven ously OF whatever She could Had.
The high tides spreyented our securing
any shell-hsh. and the few seals We saw
were too timid'to capture; but we pro.
cured water in abundance from streams
running down the mountain.
= Here the men became seriously ill.
Their legs were swollen to frightful pro-
portions; bnt few could wear tlteir boots,
and q majority wandered about with
fthess feet tied, up in old cloth and pieeea
Of canvas, Some, unable to walk at all,
craYl lied about ,ohStheir hands and krees.
At length, al man named White, sea-
man. became delirious, and shortly after
died. Phe ground was SO hardly frozen
that it was ~ possible to dig grave; 20
We carried the body a short distance
from the tent, and laid it in the bushes.
The next one attacked was young fell
low called Dan-sailors, you know, never
give their fnll names, except on the arti-
cles-and he died within three hours
alter no became delirious. The oarpen-
ter, man from Liverpool, WAS the next
victim; then VIC lost Charley, German
seaman, aud finally another sailor called
Frank. All Of them died within ten
days OF each other, and all wero lain side
by side out in the bushes. As each Quo
left ns, we took his clothes to keep the
living ones warm; but during all these
days not one of us had mouth full OF
food
At length the steward, taking one OF
ttrav o,,t t,s s.,k,,
returned with slices Of meat, which were
roasted over the fire, and eagerly de.
voured. We all Of us knew we were sus.
tanning life on the bodies Of our dead
companions, but no mnn asked q ques-
tiou. Sometimes we had it boiled and
sometimes roasted. It tasted something
like beef, but it makes me shulder now
to think Of it.
When We hail eaten almost all OF the
last body. the Schooner Eagle, Of Port
Stanley, Falkland Islands, out seal fish,
ing, h We in sight One of our men
crawled up to the head of the rocks, aud
waving the American flag, with the union
down, attracted their attention. They
picked US up, and received MS oil with aa
great kindness as if we had been their
own kindred. We found that we had
pulled about two thirds of the way
through the Straits of Magellan, and
were thin within sixty miles of Sandy
| Point.
There, after tho third day, the Eagle
| landed us. and the Chilian Governor ut
once provided us with everything in the
way Of food aud clothing we required.
He would have sent us by the steam er to
Valparaiso, but before she arrived, the
| United States sloop-of-war Ossipec pul
into port and took us on board. Capt.
Robbins. myself the steward and five
seamen were left of crew of twenty
one. From the time the Golden Hind
went to pieces. VIC spent forty eight days
| in open boats, with only the subsistence
l have named.
The captain OF the Gssipee shipped
the six seamen, although a." of them
were on the sick list, and brought Capt.
Robbins and myself to Rio Janeiro.
There I met Capt. Gorham Croweli, oi
the bark Colin e. Mcneil. who kindly
volunteered to bring me to New Orleans
The former home Of Thomas Jeffer-
son. located on tho Monticello Mountain,
near Charlottesville, Albemarls County,
Va. is in litigation at present, before
the Supreme Court of Virginia. It is
we'll known that Mr.. Jefferson expended
large fortune in lavish hospitality,
and died DOOR MontieeliO hie eatafe