The Hawaiian star. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu]) 1893-1912, 1893-06-28
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gloomiest dungeon ever built by human
hands. 1t seems to press you down
like dead weight and to clutch at you
with clammy fingers.
"Ready there Forward "
The captains sudden shout is fol-
lowed by a long-drawn moan in the
west--a moan which gradually changes
into a wild, fierce scream as the gale
strikes us. We are broadside on.
Every man holds on for dear life The
great ship is at first pushed down until
her decks are awash, and then she is
lifted up and heeled over to port--over
and over until the ends Of her yards are
in the water and her decks are straight
up and down. Men shut their eyes
that they may not see the spectre of
death. One-two-three minutes, and
then she slowly rolls back to the star
board, swings her head to the east, and
away we 60 before a shrieking, howl
ing, screaming hurricane, which seems
maddened at our escape The ship
must be brought around before the sea
gets up. Men clutch and crawl and
creep about. The din is internal No
orders are given, but all understand
what is to be done When all is ready,
she swings slowly about, with her nose
to the gale, falls off on the port tack,
and the storm sail holds her there The
wheel is lashed, another sail is made
ready in case of accident, and human
hands can do no more. The wrath OF
heaven has been let loose on the wide
sea, and we're there mountains here the
force of the wind would make them
trembe to their foundations.
At midnight the ship is soaring up,
up, up, until you half believe the gale
has claSped hands under her keel and
lifted her clear of the mad waters. She
reaches the crest of the mountainous
wave hangs there for a moment and
then ruShes down, down, down, unit
every lip breathes a prayer and every
heart stands still At the crest of the
wave a legion of demons are skulking
and shouting. Down in the hollow i
is SO quiet that you can hear the DRIP
of the water from the roof of the deck
house. At daylight the spectacle /.
appalling. The ocean is snow white
with its boiling. The waves come
rolling up until they seem to tower a.
high as the mastheads, and from the
crest of each one the gale catches the
milk white foam and whirls it in patche,
and sheets higher than the peaks of the
Andes.
As the sun comes up, red and dull
there is a shout from every man on the
decks Of the ship Broad away on GU,
Starboard side is an English troopship
wrecked alof and damaged allow
There are gangs of men at the pumps
and her decks are crowded with other!
who can do nothing but wait. The
gale will not reach its height till noon
There is not one chance in a Thousand
for that ship. Her sluggish actions tel
us that the water is gaining on tn,
pumps, and the wild filings Of her bow
spirit are tokens that she is inclined t
breach to. They see us as we SCI
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here and there a sailor, but most c
them are soldiers. They set no sigma
There is no hand outstretched. Som
of them do not even raise their eyes t
US. Some are dumb with the horror o
the situation. All are helpless as tn,
shreds of foam flying across the face o
the morning sun. 1t is scarcely thirt,
minutes from the time we catct
sight of her when her heaC
swings away the gale catches he
broadside, and next moment she ha
vanished from sight, swallowed up as
stone drops out Of sight down the shat
Of a mine. We utter a cry Of horror
but they are dumb The gale bring
no shout, no cry. One moment sh
was there with six hundred soul
aboard. The next it is as if we ha
slept and dreamed it all Nj. QUAD.