St. Paul daily globe., 1888-01-26
SHIPWRECKED SAILORS.
Horrible Sufrerings of Seven Sail
Ors i'm an Open Row BO Oat.

Horrible Sunerings OF Seven Sail
Ors in an Open Row BO at.
New YORK, Jan. 25.-Among the pas
sengers who arrived on the steamship
San" Marcos yesterday, from Havana,
were seven of the crew of the bark d.
Chaplin, of Boston, which foundered at
sea on Christmas day. The survivors
were adrift in boat about ten days
without food or water. Capt. w. q.
| Hum the cook and seaman periShed
from hunger and privation, and the rest
got SO desperate that they were tempted
| mate, told the story of their distress.
The bark left Turks island on Dec. 13
for Boston with cargo of salt. In the
/ Christmas day gale giant wave stove
in her waist all of sudden, and sent
the men to the boat. 1--WE came with
neither provisions nor water, and no
/ clothing except what we had on" said
Colbeth. The boat was twenty-five feet
long, with center-board, and had four
pairs of oars. We brought two gangway
ladders and, keeping the boats head to
the sea, we tied the ladders OH to the
painter to form drag. A heavy north
west wind tossed the boat about like a
cork, nearly upsetting it many times
ing. After fOrty-eight hours the wind
and sea moderated. On the third
night about dusk twO-maSted steamer
from the southward passed us to west
ward. 1t was so dark we could little
more than see the mastS. All hands
shouted at the top of their voices, but
we were not heard and we grew de-
spondent. The.captain said he was going
to pray for help, and he told the rest of
us to keep a lookout for more sails.
Before long the cook, John Anderson,
the Jap, was praying, too, and they kept
it up nearly all night until the captain
became deliriouS. His cries for water
We're piti0us. In spite of all our efforts
he got to gulping down salt water. In
the morning
HE DIED IN AGONY.
We all knelt around him and prayed
God to have mercy on his soul and we
all wept like children. Then we
dropped him into the sea. We had lost
all hope. The Jap died. 1t was the
sixth day in the open boat and the last
day of the year. When, the next day,
Hans Peterson, a seaman, dropped away
from hunger and exposure without say
ing word, we began to look at each
other. We could have almost eaten
him, but we dropped him overheard.
Then it began to rain. One OF the sea-
men took Off his oil-clOth coat and two
men held it out fiat to catch the drip
pings. We had an old five-gallOn tin
oil can, which we had used as bailer
and we got about three quarts of water
in the half hour shower. We held up
the coat as long as we could see single
drop 90 into the can. Then l took the
can and dealt out equally to all. We
had to drink it all up because the can
leaked and the one holding it had to
keep the hole plugged up. We had
been drifting south, and having clear
day and the heat of the sun, we took off
our wet clothes for the first time and
dried them, putting them on again at
night. as the nights were raw and cold.
We stuck up oars in the mast hole, with
coat stretched across them. and sailed
all the ninth day. We settled down for
another sleeplesS night, and out of the
darkness
4f3 THE FIRST THING WE SAW
on Jan. was schooner several miles
away, What did we do? Well, weak
as we were, we moved pretty lively.
Yes: ave were sighted by the schooner.
, Mate Jasper, fellow tOwnSman of
mine; had spied from the fo'castle what
= he thought was wreck in the distance,
and he called Capt. J. W. Murphy from
below. 1t was the Louis G. Rabel, from
Boston, bound for Sagua LA Grande.
They eased Off and sailed right along
side OF us. We were so weak, cramped.
and covered with salt water bOils that
we were entirely helpless. When the
mate threw line into our boat the
man in the bow caught it, but he was
too weak to hold it. Then the captain
passed blight of rope over, and hauled
us up in the loop oft without any as
isistance from his crew. He said we
were as light as feathers. We made
directly for The water tanks, but we
were allowed but a glass apiece and
food was death out in small bits at first.
You can't imagine how happy we were.
There never was a kinder friend than
Capt. Murphy. He took us to Sagua
where we arrived Jan. II. Capt. Hull
had a wife and daughter at South Den
mis-. Mass"