The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1890-12-25
BURIED IN THE OCEAN.

BURIED IN THE OCEAN.
1t was in my twenty-sixth year that
my ship, the Osprey, owned by Fowler
Brothers, was chartered to come to San
Francisco for wheat. We arrived here
safely, loaded wheat, and soon were out
side of the Golden Gate heading for
home. Everything went smoothly, and
nothing occurred to forewarn me of the
terrible adventure the future had in
store for me.
We were to the southwark of Valpa-
raise when / fell i'll. 1t was kind of
faintness that would suddenly and with
out warning come upon me, so that 1
often fell on the deck and lay there IN
til some one could come to my assist
ance. This continued without my get
ting much worse until we got down off
the Magellan straits, in the latitude OF
Cape Pillar or thereabouts.
One day, gloomy, forbidding day,
such as the mariner often meets with
down there, had the afternoon watch,
and was experimenting one Of my men
who was fixing ratline in the weather
mizzen topmast rigging. The fellow
was very clumsy, to say the least of it.
/ got annoyed watching his awkward
ness; more annoyed, in fact, than was
warranted, think, now that look back.
But l was growing more and more
irritable every day, which was probably
owing to my fainting spells. Suddenly
[ became so excited that jumped into
the mizzen rigging, and was into the top
in trice. / was about to pull the fellow
away from his job when fit came on.
A sudden mist clouded my eyes. My
senses left me; l reeled and fell from the
top to the deck. In my descent I struck
once or twice, which caused me to turn
over, with the result that fell on my
head.
When l recovered consciousness was
lying in bunk in the hospital. Still
there was thick mist before my eyes.
could indeed see everything so as to
recognize where l was, but somehow my
eyes refused to move about, and l could
only stare straight up at the deck. l
tried to turn in my bunk, but l could
not, To raise my arm, but could not.
To sit up, but my muscles failed me.
At last the truth struggled into my dark
ened mind. perceived at last that
was in a perfectly cataleptic trance.
The strange part of it was that my mind
was almost as active as ever. l knew
all that was going on about me, and
felt an overwhelming terror at my pos
sible fate.
1t was soon made known TO me. The
captain entered my room. could hear
indistinctly, as if it were afar off, his
footstep on the deck. Then the steward
also came in. heard them consulting
together, and both came to the conclu-
sion that l was dead, that my neck was
broken by the fall.
Tell Sails to come in and take his
measure. We must bury him to-mor-
row while the fine weather lasts" |
heard the captain say, and presently the
sailmaker came in and measured me for
the last hammock should ever sleep in.
[ could not feel him. but knew by his
motions what he was doing. | will not
describe how they laid me out on the
cabin table and left me there, while
Sails, close by, made my shroud. Stitch,
stitch, stitch went his needle, seeming
to enter into my brain every time in
stead of the thick canvas. lean distinct
ly remember that while lay there the
steward tried to close my eyelids, but,
thank God, they few up every time and
left me the poor consolation of seeing
the preparations for my doom.
At last all was finished. The canvas
was spread on the deck and was laid
in it. Then the sailmaker began to
stitch me up. He had stitched up all
but my face when | heard him say he
had lost his knife. A rigid search was
made everywhere, but it could not be
found, so Sails returned TO work. and all
that time l was thinking in nv dull way
what fools they We're for not looking into
my shroud for the lost knife. As after
ward learned, it was next day at noon
that was carried on deck and laid on a
plank preparatory to being shot over
board. The men one by one took look
It my face. and then it was covered up
orever. the burial service was read by |
the captain, there was little delay, and |
then the plank was tilted, and l shot |
into the bitter cold water off the Diego |
Ramirez. II must have been the shock |
that brought me 10 my senses, for as ! |
sank down, dragged lower by the shot /
at my feet, l felt my feeling and action
return.
AT the same moment my right hand, |
released from its dread inertia, grasped !
what / instantly knew TO be knife. |
Mechanically forced the blade and |
ripped my canvas shrpud so that the 7
shot fell, and began 10 rise 70 the sur
face. In a few seconds, / suppose, al
though it seemed years. l opened my
eyes-for IL Is = curious fact that willis /
| lay in d state OF coma they remained /
open, Yet when my feelings returned /
with the shock ! closed them al once
and saw once more the light of DAY,