The morning call., 1893-03-28
AN ICE=BOUND SHIP
A CHASTITY Crew of Frozen
Sailors.
A WEIRD TALE OF THE SEA.
While in a Cape Horn Tempest the
Drumcraig Meets Bark With
Death the Helmsman.

A story CT the sea as weird as any con-
ceved by the authors of the "Ancie MT
MariGer," the "Frozen Pirate or other
wonderful creations OF the Imagination
reached here yesterday, through sea cap
tain from the storm-lashed waters below
Cape Horn.
1t was of wild. CHASTITY, awful picture of
ship, sheeted in ice and snow. carried
high on rugged and jagged iceberg that
swept by frightened crew while their ship
was on the brink Of disaster. tossed by the
fury of a storm.
The frozen ship was manned by frozen
sailors, who seemed lashed to the silent
shrouds as the specter bark wandered On
through the storms of the Stunned and
desolate Antarctic regions.
The story was told by Captain Atkinson,
recently of the ship Thirlmere. who arrived
from England to command the ship Good
rich In plare of Captain Williams, who
recently committed suicide.
Captain Atkinson WAS told the story by
Captain Squirting of the Drumcraig, who
saw tine frozen ship while rounding Cape
Horn in his trip from San Francisco to
Liverpool Captain Atkinson had met Cap
tain Squirting just as he had arrived in
Liverpool.
According to the story OF Captain Spur
craig had fair and uneYentful passage to
the region of Cape Horn. where fearful
weather was encountered
When about Off the tip of the Horn, be-
yond Diego Ramirez. the ship was tossing
IN yeritable hurricane. The air was ter
ribly cold and was half the time filled with
driving hail and snow, and the ship pitched
terribly In the tempestuous sea. Seas
rolled over the decks, and the vessel and
her rigging were incased in iee
lar N InY odd hat 81,
ship. AS the vessel drove and pitched
through the seething sea the lookout eonld
see but little way ahead through the
binding storm. Suddenly the lower fore
topsail yard was torn away by the storm
and the captain quickly brought the vessel
up to the wind.
But few moments later, as the air
cleared little, tremendous iceberg,
nearly 200 feet high, doomed dimly into
view. II the vessel had continued on she
would undoubtedly have crashed into the
mountain of ice and found grave where
she struck.
The iceberg passed so close that a sailor
threw biscuit upon 1t.
suddenly, as the iceberg slowly yeered
around, there came into view sight that
chilled the marrow in the bUnes of the
Drumcraig's crew.
On portion Of the Jagged berg rested
wooden bark as cold and lifeless and more
CHASTITY than the ice that bore her Her
shrouds were white and stout iclcles hung
from he rigging.
Irregular banks of ice and snow reached
as high AS the decks, which were piled and
sheeted in the shroudiug ice.
There were rounded piles that the fright
ened sailors were sure were frozen men,
and dashed to the rigging and shrouded in
the ai-enfoldlng ice were two sailors who
were still at their posts ms their vessel
swept on commanded by Death, but guided
by neither wheel nor compass.
The unknown bark had been caught In
the ice somewhere in the region of No
Mans Land-how long ago, no one can
guess-aDd then began her weird and spec
trail voyage. the sport of perpetual storms
and icy currents.
The bark may some day float in water
again and might even, by rare chance, be
picked up and its story of death revealed.
But the Drumcraig's crew had no
inclination to investigate the blood-curd-
ling mystery even ii they had not been
struggling for life with the Storm King, and
they passed on through the storm as
quickly as possible leaving the spectral
ship and the story of disaster and death 10
the winds and the trackless waters that
claimed it,