Seattle daily post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, W.T. [Wash.]) 1881-1888, 1882-10-06

Our readers viii remember the tele-
graphed accounts of the recent loss OF
the Canadian steamer Asia on Lake
H1ron. We have nov by mail the fuller
reports of the two survivors, Mr.. Tink-
iss and Miss Morrison.
| TMKIss's ACCOUNT.
The stateroom in which was placed
was occupied by my uncle and myself.
All went well during the night, and
everybody appeared to be siumberinQ
quietly and contentedlv, with probably
no fcreboding of the fate which awaited
them. At about 100 am. We all arose
and had breakfast. after which we
walked about. The wind at this time
was blowing stiff gale. but no one ap-
| pretended any danger whatever. As a
| large number felt rather sea-sick. the
majority returned to their berths, nv
uncle and myself amongst the rest.
| When arose in the morning was un-
| der ths impression that the staterooms
were all full, as a large number of per-
sons were on sofas and ON the cabin
floor. At ii clock my uncle was ava
kened by the rolling of the ship, and
sDriuging ont shouted to ME, dunk,
jump up,
THE BOAT Is DOOMED"
The expression on his face vas alone
sufficient to convince me that il was only
| too true, and throwing on nv coat we
both rushed on deck. The sight that
met my eyes was a fearful one. and one
that l shall never forget. The storm
was raging, the wind blowing a perfect
II ha
be rolling mountain high. This was not
all, for nearly all the passengers by this
time had come On deck. and the scene
which followed WAS most heartrending
ono and entirely beyond description.
Until my dying day shall never forget
the cries and shrieks, a majority being
on their knees, CRYING for mercy and de-
liverance, and all realizing that they
were face to face with death. at once
went to a staterOOm and put ON a life
preserver, and again returned to the
deck. Those who were not on their
knees rushed frantically about. thus
adding to the general confusion. did
not see the Captain or crew. and in fact
L do not think they could have been of
any service whatever, but I heard a sim
gle order to throw the cargo overheard.
Being on the upper deck, could not sec
what was going on below, but from the
noise which heard am under the i'm
preston that the order was Obeyed.
No attempt was made to lower the ships
boats. as they would at once have been
dashed to pieces, 80 for q long half hour
We stood there,
FACE TO FACE WITH DEATH,
And not knowing at what instant We
would be hurled into eternity. The
steamer got into the trough of the sea,
and though her engines worked hard
the vessel refused to obey her helm.
Wave after wave swept over as, each of
which threatened to engulf us, untilon
larger than the rest struck us, and the
boat careened over. As soon as we felt
her going We all spraDg on tbs hurricane
deck in order to have another half
minutes existence in this world. l can
not attempt to describe the feelings Of
those people when they felt the boat
SHINING UNDER THEIR FEET
Without the slightest hope of safety.
You must be in the same position to
realize it. 1t was but the work of mo-
ment, for as she went over the water
rushed over amid the heartrending cries
Of those poor helpless creatures. Her
stern Went foremost, and she was swat
lowed up by the angry waves. For q
brief period the upper deck and the
steamers bOa-s flOated, and noticing
one | called to my uncle to follow me,
and made rush for it. He did not
come, and that was the last I saw of
him.