The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1892-05-19
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IN THE ARMS OF A CORPSE.
Horrible Tale of Shipwreck and Suffering
I'm the China Sea.

Horrible Tale of Shipwreck and Suffering
In the China Sea.
George J. Merchant, mate and the
only survivor of the crew of six on the
i'll fated schooner Pearl, which was run
down and sunk in the China sea by an
ocean steamer, was interviewed by a
reporter at his uncle's home, on Pelham
street.
"The Pearl" he said, twas a small
trading schooner of 140 tons, and usual
ly touched ports among the Philippine
islands, but on his last voyage we were
chartered at Pamay for Hong Kong
with general cargo.
Nothing of any account happened
until the night of the disaster, when we
were within eight miles of our destina-
ton.
"At o'clock that evening the baron.
eter went down rapidly and we made
ready by reducing sail to meet the tor
nado.
Myself and man named Mayo were
on watch at II o'clock, and at that time
we were hove to under a two reefed
foresail, the wind having increased to a
gale.
Suddenly we saw two side lights a
half mile away, and feaEing a collision
told Mayo to get the fam lighted
while would arouse the crew.
Before the fam could be lighted
the steamer was upon us, striking the
Pearl on the port side and cutting her
almost in two.
1--WE began to sink. 1 cut the lash
ings of the boat, turned her over, but we
could not launch her, as Mayo's arm
had been broken by flying timber.
eve got into the boat and she floated
off. l saw the steamer back astern then
proceed on her course, notwithstanding
that yelled myself hoarse for aid.
''In a few minutes the schooner sank
head foremost, and we came very near
being drawn down.
1--WE were alone on the ocean, as not
one Of our shipmates could be seen cling
ing to the wreckage of our vessel. But,
worst of all, We had neither oars, water
nor provisions.
"The heavy sea that was running at
the time broke over the boat, and l tore
up the bottom boards, fastened them to
the rope at the bow and threw them
overheard. These answered as a drag
and kept her head up to the sea.
"All that night we huddled together
to keep warm, expecting each moment
would be our last.
Morning dawned, but it was sad
dawning, as Mayo, overcome by the pain
of his broken arm, lay stretched out in
the bottom of the boat gasping for the
want of a drink of water.
Throughout that day many an anx-
iOus glance l cast over the waters. There
was no sail in sight, and the delirious
cries Of Mayo was something awful.
Then the storm abated. Next morning /
found myself clasped in the arms of the
corpse of Mayo.
This was terrible, yet he must be
buried So l raised the body as gently
as possible and launched it into the sea.
Il watched the body sink, but what
was my horror when it rose face up
ward. Having nothing for a sinker
took one of the boards and padded away
from the terrible sight.
Il think it must have been about noon
that day when became delirious, for l
remember quite plainly of yelling to
feet of imaginary ships as they passed,
but after that all was a blank.
How or when was rescued do not
know, but when l came to my senses !
was on board large Chinese junk, and
seated beside me was a good natured
coolie with fan, who motioned me to
keep quiet Boston Globe.