My own position was anything but a pleasant one, though I trust I was truly thankful for my preservation.

I found I had managed to throw my desk between the two steamers, and it was therefore irrecoverably lost, with all my papers, letters of credit, journal, &c.

I had also lost everything else except what T had on,--rifle, guns, clothes,--all were gone.

A few things, such as money, watch, note-book, which I always kept in my pockets, were all my stock in trade.

Fortunately, my friend had saved his papers, and thus our identity could be established at New Orleans.