The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1893-12-13


they argued with themselves the more
evident it became that no boat could
get off shore in the face of that fierce
avalanche of wind and sleet.
On n splintered Spar.
When they examined the wreckage
in the Pickering light Of their lanterns
there was not a thing that would
furnish a clue to the identity of the
each direction to watch for a boat that
might come ashore with the crew. and
they burned great flash lights in the
hope that they might be seen.
Then a splintered spar with the rem
nanI OF a sail showed on the beach
They rushed to II and caught ii as the
undertow almost snatched il from
their grasp and there clinging to the
fragments Of the ice-cOvered cloth they
saw a boy. Seaman Perkins saw him
first. He dashed into the sea and seized
him and the rest of the men hurried
him into the shelter Of the apparatus
His eyes were closed, he spoke not, and
they thought him dead. but three of the
party seized him in their arms and ran
for the little shanty where was housed
the life-boat crew. They worked over
the boy for half an hour and then he
opened his eyes and spoke. He told
the simple story very soon. The British
he was not lost was the surprise Of all.
He only knew that he was in the rigging
with what remained of the twenty-five
men wo had manned the ship. She
struck the spars, came crashing down
and the men went with her He held
on for life and that was all he knew.
He knew no more until he found HIM
self in the life-savers' hut.
The Crews at Work.
The men wrapped him in warm blank
cts and put him into a cot. They dosed
him with brandy and he slept. And
while he slept the crews of the life
boats ran up and down the beach and
dashed into the surf after every piece
of wreckage and hauled II high upon the
peach and looked for more clinging I'M
fortunates. But no more came. Then
the first gray streaks of dawn appeared
and with them the storm abated. Slowly
daylight approached and then, 4,200
yards from the beach where the little
group had spent such fearful night,
the broken hull OF a mighty ship was
seen. The great seas dashed high over
her and whirled about the broken strips
of her spars.
The life-savers brought their glasses
70 bear upon the remnants of the wreck
They were looking for men clinging to
the battered hull. Every inch of what
times by dozen pairs of eyes Not a hui
man body was visible Like the good ship
Jason, they had given up the struggle
In the surf off Cape Cod. TWenty-four
souls had found their graves on those
icy shoals, and the hospitable ship in
which they had made their home across
the wide expanse of the Indian and Allan
tic oceans was now their tomb. In an hour
or two, as they watched, the hull parted
and great balls of tute poured out and
dotted the ocean. 1t came in on the
tops Of the still mountainous seas and
washed upon the beach by the side of
the broken spars.
The Boys story.
1t was while he was lying weak and
helpless that the boy, who gave his name
as Samuel Evans and his age as nine
teen, and his home as Greenock, Scot
land, told his story to a reporter Of the
Associated Press this afternoon. He
spoke clearly and connectedly. He said:
THE ship Jason sailed from Calcutta
in February last for Boston with a cargo
of jute. When but a few days out she
encountered a terrible cyclone and lost
our masts. We put in at the Isle of
France and repaired. We had fine
weather after leaving there nearly the
entire passage. On Tuesday it began to
snow, the wind came strong from the
East. We could not see more than three
ship lengths where we were. We were
running under our three lower sails at
p. m.
at cleared up a little and we made
breakers off the port bow. We could
not tack the ship so we hauled close with
all the sail the spars would stand in
hopes to crowd her by the cape. A
heavy sea was setting in and we made
much seaway.
Struck with a Crash.
1.-THE gale increased and night came
on. Still hoping to weather the cape,
we continued to crowd on sail, but at
7:15 she struck the beach with a crash
and main and mizzen masts went over
the side and the ship broke in two amid
ship. About all of the crew, including
myself. went into the mizzen rigging
when we struck. When the mast went
we all went with it. 1 knew no more
until / was pulled out of the surf. OF
all my shipmates not one is left. OF
their names L know but few. They
were mostly Irish and Norwegians. The
captains name was Mcmillan and the
mates name was Walker Both. l be-
lieve, belong in Greenock. The second
mate, Goldbraith. and Boatswain Black
were from Selkirk. There was John
Callahan, Mike Mulligan, William Cut
Ter of Queenstown, O'Leary and Ross of
Plymouth, England; Chris Nelson and
COrSe OF GOIllduu, OIt., murphy VI 81.
John, N B.: Johnson and Henry of Swe-
den. These are all that 1 can remem-
ber"
The Jason was a Clyde-built ship, 1.512
tons burthen. owned by A. & ]. II. Car
michael of Greenock. The cargo was
partially insured in New York.
At sunset tonight body could be seen
bobbing up and down, but the sea was
still too rough for boat to live and all
attempts at rescue were abandoned. At
dark the entire cargo is piled upon the
beach on either side for a half mile and
an extra patrol at 7 o'clock are at the
weary task Of watching for the dead.