We were then drifting directly on shore, where the cliffs were rocky, abrupt, and almost perpendicular, and were perhaps almost 1,000 feet high.

At each blast of lightning we could see the surf break, whilst we heard the awful roar of the sea dashing and breaking against the rocks and caverns of this iron-bound island.
[Illustration: A "PINK"] "When I went below I found the captain in the act of going to bed; and as near as I can recollect, the following dialogue took place: "'Well, Captain K., what shall we do next?
We have now about six hours to pass before daylight; and, according to my calculation, we have only about three hours more drift.

Still, before that time there may, perhaps, be some favorable change.' "He replied: 'Mr.C., we have done all we can, and can do nothing more.

I am resigned to my fate, and think nothing can save us.' "I replied: 'Perhaps you are right; still, I am resolved to struggle to the last.

I am too young to die; I am only twenty-one years of age, and have a widowed mother, three brothers, and a sister looking to me for support and sympathy.