certain whether the brig Negociator would sail for the Friendly

Islands via Cape Horn or via the Cape of Good Hope. To confess my
own ignorance, not until after I was transferred to Folsom did I

learn in which ocean were the Friendly Islands. The Japanese
murderer, whom I have mentioned before, had been a sailmaker on

board the Arthur Sewall ships, and he told me that the probable
sailing course would be by way of the Cape of Good Hope. If this

were so, then the dates of sailing from Philadelphia and of being
wrecked would easily determine which ocean. Unfortunately, the

sailing date is merely 1809. The wreck might as likely have
occurred in one ocean as the other.

Only once did I, in my trances, get a hint of the period preceding
the time spent on the island. This begins at the moment of the

brig's collision with the iceberg, and I shall narrate it, if for no
other reason, at least to give an account of my curiously cool and

deliberate conduct. This conduct at this time, as you shall see,
was what enabled me in the end to survive alone of all the ship's

company.
I was awakened, in my bunk in the forecastle, by a terrific crash.

In fact, as was true of the other six sleeping men of the watch
below, awaking and leaping from bunk to floor were simultaneous. We

knew what had happened. The others waited for nothing, rushing only
partly clad upon deck. But I knew what to expect, and I did wait.

I knew that if we escaped at all, it would be by the longboat. No
man could swim in so freezing a sea. And no man, thinly clad, could

live long in the open boat. Also, I knew just about how long it
would take to launch the boat.

So, by the light of the wildly swinging slush-lamp, to the tumult on
deck and to cries of "She's sinking!" I proceeded to ransack my sea-

chest for suitable garments. Also, since they would never use them
again, I ransacked the sea chests of my shipmates. Working quickly

but collectedly, I took nothing but the warmest and stoutest of
clothes. I put on the four best woollen shirts the forecastle

boasted, three pairs of pants, and three pairs of thick woollen
socks. So large were my feet thus incased that I could not put on

my own good boots. Instead, I thrust on Nicholas Wilton's new
boots, which were larger and even stouter than mine. Also, I put on

Jeremy Nalor's pea jacket over my own, and, outside of both, put on
Seth Richard's thick canvas coat which I remembered he had fresh-

oiled only a short while previous.
Two pairs of heavy mittens, John Robert's muffler which his mother

had knitted for him, and Joseph Dawes' beaver cap atop my own, both
bearing ear-and neck-flaps, completed my outfitting. The shouts

that the brig was sinking redoubled, but I took a minute longer to
fill my pockets with all the plug tobacco I could lay hands on.

Then I climbed out on deck, and not a moment too soon.
The moon, bursting through a crack of cloud, showed a bleak and

savage picture. Everywhere was wrecked gear, and everywhere was
ice. The sails, ropes, and spars of the mainmast, which was still

standing, were fringed with icicles; and there came over me a
feeling almost of relief in that never again should I have to pull

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gale, cut with the sharpness that is a sign of the proximity of
icebergs; and the big seas were bitter cold to look upon in the

moonlight.
The longboat was lowering away to larboard, and I saw men,

struggling on the ice-sheeted deck with barrels of provisions,
abandon the food in their haste to get away. In vain Captain

Nicholl strove with them. A sea, breaching across from windward,
settled the matter and sent them leaping over the rail in heaps. I

gained the captain's shoulder, and, holding on to him, I shouted in
his ear that if he would board the boat and prevent the men from

casting off, I would attend to the provisioning.
Little time was given me, however. Scarcely had I managed, helped

by the second mate, Aaron Northrup, to lower away half-a-dozen
barrels and kegs, when all cried from the boat that they were

casting off. Good reason they had. Down upon us from windward was
drifting a towering ice-mountain, while to leeward, close aboard,

was another ice-mountain upon which we were driving.
Quicker in his leap was Aaron Northrup. I delayed a moment, even as

the boat was shoving away, in order to select a spot amidships where
the men were thickest, so that their bodies might break my fall. I

was not minded to embark with a broken member on so hazardous a
voyage in the longboat. That the men might have room at the oars, I

worked my way quickly aft into the sternsheets. Certainly, I had
other and sufficient reasons. It would be more comfortable in the

sternsheets than in the narrow bow. And further, it would be well
to be near the afterguard in whatever troubles that were sure to

arise under such circumstances in the days to come.
In the sternsheets were the mate, Walter Drake, the surgeon, Arnold

Bentham, Aaron Northrup, and Captain Nicholl, who was steering. The
surgeon was bending over Northrup, who lay in the bottom groaning.

Not so fortunate had he been in his ill-considered leap, for he had
broken his right leg at the hip joint.

There was little time for him then, however, for we were labouring
in a heavy sea directly between the two ice islands that were

rushing together. Nicholas Wilton, at the stroke oar, was cramped
for room; so I better stowed the barrels, and, kneeling and facing

him, was able to add my weight to the oar. For'ard, I could see
John Roberts straining at the bow oar. Pulling on his shoulders

from behind, Arthur Haskins and the boy, Benny Hardwater, added
their weight to his. In fact, so eager were all hands to help that

more than one was thus in the way and cluttered the movements of the
rowers.

It was close work, but we went clear by a matter of a hundred yards,
so that I was able to turn my head and see the untimely end of the

Negociator. She was caught squarely in the pinch and she was
squeezed between the ice as a sugar plum might be squeezed between

thumb and forefinger of a boy. In the shouting of the wind and the
roar of water we heard nothing, although the crack of the brig's

stout ribs and deckbeams must have been enough to waken a hamlet on
a peaceful night.

Silently, easily, the brig's sides squeezed together, the deck
bulged up, and the crushed remnant dropped down and was gone, while

where she had been was occupied by the grinding conflict of the ice-
islands. I felt regret at the destruction of this haven against the

elements, but at the same time was well pleased at thought of my
snugness inside my four shirts and three coats.

Yet it proved a bitter night, even for me. I was the warmest clad
in the boat. What the others must have suffered I did not care to

dwell upon over much. For fear that we might meet up with more ice
in the darkness, we bailed and held the boat bow-on to the seas.

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my nose that it might not freeze. Also, with memories lively in me

of the home circle in Elkton, I prayed to God.
In the morning we took stock. To commence with, all but two or

three had suffered frost-bite. Aaron Northrup, unable to move
because of his broken hip, was very bad. It was the surgeon's

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The longboat was deep and heavy in the water, for it was burdened by

the entire ship's company of twenty-one. Two of these were boys.
Benny Hardwater was a bare thirteen, and Lish Dickery, whose family

was near neighbour to mine in Elkton, was just turned sixteen. Our
provisions consisted of three hundred-weight of beef and two

hundred-weight of pork. The half-dozen loaves of brine-pulped
bread, which the cook had brought, did not count. Then there were

three small barrels of water and one small keg of beer.
Captain Nicholl frankly admitted that in this uncharted ocean he had