Connecticut western news., 1891-01-21

Alone on the wide ocean, a piece of wood the only thing between me and death. dazed and weak from my last ter rible experience, wEat else could do but weep? Soon began to feel an in- tense hunger. By the lowest calcula- ton must have been comatose for three days, so for that time had had no nour- ishment.
 The thick mist that suddenly came down satisfied my thirst, but there was nothing to eat, nothing to eat. I nearly went crazy as the day wore on.
 At last night fell and added the terrors of the blackness of darkness to the bangs of hunger. could never tell the hor- TOTS of that first night. It was a wonder I was not stark, staring mad when day broke. The second day passed like the first. Nothing to eat, something to moisten my lips, but no sail in sight. The third day broke with an angry sky and an2rier sea, and saw that before the day closed Cape Horn gale would be raging, with its attendant sleet and cold. trembled then, for even though I was almost dead and quite without hope wanted to live. By noon the sea had risen tremendously, and it was with great difficulty that managed to keep on my raft. By nightfall the gale was raging fercely, and sI was expecting every moment to be engulfed in one of the terrible abysses into which my raft slipped constantly.
 This was the most awful night ever spent-worse even than when lay to all appearances dead on the cabin table of the Osprey. The flying spoondrift cut me to the bone. The great waves rolled their crested, phosphorescent heads high above me, who, sunk in black abyss, heard the gale shrieking overhead. I felt soon that it could not last much longer. Numbed and weak as I was clung to my refuge with the energy of despera- tion and waited bitterly for death.
 Finally an immense wave, higher than all that had gone before, raised it's wild head and rolled down on me.
 My time had come. was swept like child from my raft and carried on the crest of the monster as I supposed to death. But once again the hand of the Almighty was stretched out to save me. 1 was dashed with inconceivable vio- lence against something solid as rock. Ropes were floating all around me. l grabbed several and then swooned.
 Iawoke and recognized the old hospi- tai of the Osprey. Then thought my burial and subsequent adventures were all a wandering fancy, and. that had never left the hospital. But I was soon undeceived. A kind face bent over me and 1 saw once more the features of my good captain. He would not permit me to speak at all that day, but on the next l was allowed to relate my story. which l did in weak and quavering voice, l can assure you. Then the captain told me that, after burying me, as they thought, they had kept on thelr course for two days, when they encountered a heavy head gale which drove them back on their course again They shipped a terrible sea, which carried away boats and houses forward. but it was the last exertion of the gale, for after that it died away.
 When the waist was sufficiently clear of water to enable the men to walk there they had discovered my body en- tangled in ropes lying in the lee scup- per. At first they thought my corpse had been washed aboard again, as has been several times done, but on lifting me up they saw unmistakable signs of life, and with great awe and wonder carried me into the cabin. As to my comatose sleep, the captain said he had never seen anything more like death. He had doubted if the most skillful doc tors could have discovered any life in me. He was confident my neck had been broken.-F. D. B. in Alta Cafifor- nian.