Daily Yellowstone journal., 1889-11-24

all that come within this circle perishl
Brigantines, go down! Clippers, 60
down. Steamships, go DOWN. Aud
the vessel, hearing the terrible voice,
crouches in the surf. and as the waters
gurgle through the matches and port
holes, il lowers away, thousands Of
feet down, farther and farther, until
at last il strikes the bottom; and all is
peace, for they have landed. Helms
man, dead Al TIE wheel Engineer,
dead amidst the eXtinguished furnaceSl
Captain. dead in the gangwayl Pas.
semgers, dead in the cabin! Buried in
the great cemetery of dead steamers,
beside the City Of Boston, the LcXing.
ton. the President, the Cambria wait
ing for the archangel'S trumpet 10 split
up the decks. and wrench open the
cabin doors. and unfastcn the hatcheS.
A NIGHT TO TURN ONES HAIR WHITE.
thought that | had seen storms on
the sea before; but all Of them together
might have come under Que wing Of
hat cyclone. We were only eight or
nine hundred miles from home. and in
high expectation of soon seeing our
friends, for there was no one on beard
so poor as not to have a friend. But
il seemed as if we were 10 be dislp
pointed. The most of us expected
then and there to die. There were none
who made light of the peril, save two.
One was an Englishman, and he was
drunk, and the other was an Ameri
can, and he was a fooll Ga! what n
time it was! A night To make ones
hair turn white. We came out of the
berths, and stood in the gangway, and
looked into the Storage. and sat in the
cabin. While seated there, We heard
overhead something like minute guns,
Ii was the bursting of the sails. We
held on with both hands 10 keep our
places. Those who attempted 10 cross
the floor came back bruised and
gashed. Cups and glasses were dashed
To fragments; pieces Of the table get,
ting loose, swung across the saloon. II
seemed rs if the hurricane took that
great ship Of thousands of tons and
stood ton end, and said: "Shall | sink
il, or let il 20 this oncc:" Aud then il
came down with such force that the
pillows tTamplcd over il. each mounted
Of "A fury. We felt that everything
depended On the propelliug screw. If
that stopped for an instant We knew
the vessel wouldfall OH into the trough
of the sen and sink. and SD we prayed
that the screw, which three times since
leaving Liverpool had already stopped,
might not stop now. OH how anxious
ly we listened forthe regular thumpof
the machinery, upon which our lives
seemed TO depend. After n while some
one said: THE screw is stopped" No;
its sound had only been ovcrpowered
by the uproar Of the tempest, and w
breathed easier again when we heard
the regular pulsations of the over
tasked machinery going thump, thump,
thump. At 3 o'clock in the morning
the water covered the ship from
Prov TO stern, and the skylights gave
wayl The deluge rushed in. and we
felt that one or two more waves like
that must swamp us forever. As the
water rolled back and forward in the
cabins, and dashed against the wall,
it sprang half way up TO the ceiling.
Rushing through the skylights as it
came in with such terrific roar, there
went up from the cabin a shrek of
horror which | pray God | may never
hear again. | have dreamed the
whole scene ovcr again, but God has
mercifully kept me from hearing that
n cry. Into il seemed TO be com
pressed the agony of expected ship.
wreck. II seemed TO say: ~ shall
never get home againl Ny children
shall be orphaned, and my wife shall
be widowed! | am launching now
into eternityl In two minutes | shall
meet my Cod"
There were about five hundred and
fifty passengers in the Storage, and
as the water rushed in and touched the
furnaces, and began violently to hiss,
the poor creatures in the Storage i'm
agined that the boilers were giving
way. Those passengers writhed in
the water and in the mud, some pray
ing, some crying, all terrified. They
made q rush for the deck. An officer
stood on deck and beat them back
with blow after blow. Ii was neces-
sary. They would not have stood an
instant on the deck. Obi how they
begged TO get out Of the hold of the
shipl One woman, with a child in
her arms, rushed up and caught hold
Of one of the officers and cried; "Do
let me outl ! will help you'll DO
let me outl | cannot die hereI y
Some got down aud prayed to the
Virgin Mary, saying; 70 blessed
motherl keep usl Have mercy on
usl" Some stood with white lips and
fixed gaze, silent in their terror. Some
wrung their hands and cried out: 20
Godl what shall | do2 What shall |
dor The time came when the crew
could no longer stay on the deck,
and the cry OF the officers was: BE
lowl all hands belowl" Our brave
and sympathetic Capt. Andrews
whose praise | shall not cease TO speak
while / live-had been swept by the
hurricane from his bridge, and had
escaped very narrowly with his life.
The cyclone seemed TO stand ON the
deck, waving its wing, crying: This
ship is minei have captured il. Hal
hal / will command i'll II God will
permit, / will sink it here and now
BY a thousand shipwrecks, | swear the
doom Of this vessel" There was a lull
in the storm; but only that it might
gain additional fury. Crash went
the lifeboat on one side. Crash went
the lifeboat on the other side.
The great booms got loose, and, as
with the heft Of a thunderbolt, pound
ed the deck and beat the mast-the lib