Where the captain went, poor fellow, Heaven alone knows; for I never saw him after.
The mainmast went like a carrot.

The mizen stood.

I ran round to the cabin-doors.

There were four men steering; the wheel had broke out of the poor fellows' hands, and knocked them over,--broken their limbs, I believe.

I was stooping to pick them up, when a sea came into the waist, and then aft, washing me in through the saloon-doors, among the poor half-dressed women and children.