Charlevoix county herald. (East Jordan, Mich.) 189?-1953, 1913-05-31

knows whether, the tear
ing air reached a greater
- speed thereafter. the
United States weather
bureau pronounced this particular
West Indian hurricane the most Sc
we're in the history of Hatteras'
But whatever the speed may have
been, It was enough to beat the sea
into submission, to raise 1t In the ar
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 or
Baltimore for Rio, with general
cargo. far out of the gulf stream, into
the saw teeth" of. Hatteras and TO-
ward the inhosptable 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 furi-
ed his spanker and upper topsail, But
this was of little avail The foresail
was hauled up and furled. two reefs
nut with infinite difficulty in the main
sail and the lower topsail clewed up,
only TO be torn bodily from it's spars.
Next the mainsal ripped away,
flying blotch of dirty white in dead
~ smother of grayish spume; 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. jutting
out there to the west and south. I'M
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 were none, sea
there was none to the eye. A dread
full dirty gray encompassed all. Where
air left off 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, a 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 over 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 it went
all day until at eight bells twenty
fathoms showed.
Then" said the master. 81 did not
sound any moro. ! knew we were 60
ing forward for all hands to prepare
10 go each man for himself"
II was but little later that the
Priscilla struck, bounded off, tossed a
little while on seas mountain high
climbing. a dead weight, one minute
10 coast down a terrible slide the
neXt--then struck again with a ter
rife impact breaking all glass ports
and flooding the cabin The port rig
ging was cut away to let the masts
20. 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 the
stumps of her masts.
Mrs. Springsteen was swept over
board first, her cry cut short by n
breaking wave. The little boy went
next-lterally torn from his fathers
arms. BY one of those freaks of the
sea which are beyond explaining, he
was swept far overheard and back
again the next minute, and into the
cabin, from whence. his lifeless body
later came ashore. The ships boy
was the next and last to go. The
men, with their greater strength, were
able to hold on or tie themselves
down, and the writhing sea had to re-
sort to other means to get the rest of
its victims
Nor had the despairing sailors long
20 wait. No structure or wood, be II
ever so stanch, could long resist the
heavy bombardment of tons OF water
and being picked up and dashed down
on the sandy shoals beneath. Less
than half an hour later the hull broke
in two. the bow TO disintegrate and
disappear almost instantly, the after
half on which the ten survivors we're
congregated to dash on toward the
unseen shore. For more than five
hours this situation continued, the
captain, grief-stricken at his loss, and
the crew. resigned to their fate, cling
ing to the wreck.
At last the wreck struck for the
last time, the grinding and the smash
ing stopped. and those on board knew
that somewhere ahead OF them. could
they but see Il. was the shore.
Put thsy never hoped to reach Il