The Red Cloud chief., 1913-05-08


ing air reached a greater
- speed thereafter. The
United States weather
bureau pronounced this particular
West Indian hurricane 1.-The most Sc
we're in the history Of Hatteras."
But whatever the speed may have
been, II was enough to beat the sea
into submission. to raise 1t In the air
and carry It completely over the mar
row neck Of barren sand which sep
arates Pamlico sound from the At.
lantic ocean. and ample enough to
sweep the barkentine Priscilla. out OF
Baltimore for Rio, with a general
cargo, far out of the gulf stream. into
the saw teeth" Of Hatteras and to.
ward the inhospitable shore.
A Helpless Bit Of Wood.
On the 10th OF August. 1899. the
gale. not yet at its height, became so
violent that Captain Springsteen furl-
ed his spanker and upper topsail. But
this was Of little avail. The foresail
was hauled up and furled. two reefs
put with infinite difficulty In the main
sail and the lower topsail clewed up.
only to be torn bodily from its spars.
Next the mainsail ripped away. a
flying blotch Of dirty white in dead
ly smother Of grayish spume; a few
minutes later and the mainstaysail
followed suit.
Then the Priscilla hove to under
bare poles, helpless and strengthless,
unable to put forth the smallest rag
which might lend steerage-way suffi-
cient to clear Cape Hatteras. juttins
out there to the west and south. un.
seen, but terribly well known and
feared.
Thursday. the 18th. came. 1t could
not be said to dawn. for the increase
in the light was small. Sky there was
none, clouds there we're none. sea
there was none to the eye. dread
full dirty gray encompassed ALL Where
air left OF and water began was not
to be told by looking, and so full was
the air OF spray and spume and froth
and water that breathing itself was
difficult
But now and then a hole, torn in
the flying spindrift by an eddy In the
blast, showed water-water discol
ored, sickly green with yellow
splotches of stirred up sand. instead
of the deep emerald black OF the
ocean, telling the master, the eleven
men Of his crew, and even his wife
and little son. that they were out OF
the gulf stream and oyer the shoals
which make the graveyard OF the
Atlantic" the spot where more ships
have gone to their last resting place
than on any other three.
The lead was cast at one hour in
tervals. Thirty fathoms at five in the
morning. twenty-five fathoms at six
twenty fathoms at eight-so 1t went
all day until at eight bells twenty
fathoms showed.
"Then," said the master. IL did no,
sound any more. I knew we were go
ing forward for all hands to prepare
to go each man for himself"
1t was but little later that the
Priscilla struck, bounded of. tossed
little while on seas mountain high
climbing, a dead weight. one minute
to coast down terrible slide the
next-then struck again with ter
rife impact, breaking all glass ports
and flooding the cabin. The port rig
ging was cut away to let the mastt
go. They fell instantly with a crash
heard even above the roar OF the
hundred.mile gale. Instantly the seas
began to sweep the doomed vessel
breaking twenty. thirty feet above thu
stumps Of her masts.
Mrs. Sprlngsteen was swept over
board first, her cry cut short by
breaking wave. The little boy Wen
next-literally torn from his father''
arms. BY one of those freaks OF thu
sea which are beyond explaining, HI
was swept far overheard and bacl
again the next minute, and into thu
cabin, from whence his lifeless body
later came ashore. The ships bo!
was the next and last to go, Thu
men, with their greater strength. were
able to hold on or tie themselve
down. and the writhing sea had to re
sort to other means to get the rest o
its victims
Nor had the despairing sailors lonl
10 wait. No structure OF wood. be 1
ever so stanch. could long resist tn
heavy bombardment Of tons OF waite
and being picked up and dashed dowl
on the sandy shoals beneath. Les,
than half an hour later the hull brok'
In two, the bow to disintegrate an,
disappear almost instantly the afte
half, on which the ten survivors wer
congregated, to dash on toward tn
unseen shore. For more than fiv
hours this situation continued, tn
captain, griefstricken at his loss, an
the crew, resigned to their fate. cling
ing to the wreck.
At last the wreck struck for tn,
last time. the grinding and the smash
ing stopped, and those on board knew
that somewhere ahead Of them. coul'
they but see It. was the shore.