He refused, and upon him is the responsibility of the terrible loss of life which ensued.

On the 14th the wind again began to rise, and the sailors, as night came on, looked over the sea.
"We are going to have a bad night of it again," the officer in command of the post said, as he gazed seaward.

"It looks as wild a night as ever I saw.

Look how fast the scud is flying overhead.

Last week's gale was a stiff one, but, unless I'm mistaken, it will be nothing to that which is upon us." Louder and louder roared the wind, till men could scarce keep their feet outside shelter.