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Title: Storm Warriors - or, Life-Boat Work on the Goodwin Sands
Author: Gilmore, John
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[Illustration: Life-boat]





J. G.


"O Mamma, I do hope that we shall be wrecked on the Goodwin Sands, that
we may be saved by the brave life-boat men!"

"You horrid boy, hold your tongue, do," replied the Mamma, who was
anticipating, with some degree of nervousness, starting upon a voyage
for Australia in about three weeks' time, and could scarcely be expected
to enter to the full into her young son's very practical enthusiasm.

But within the last half hour the boy's shrill voice had been heard at
the Ramsgate pier-head, among the cheers that welcomed the life-boat
back from a night of toil and triumph on the Goodwin; and for the
present, to be saved from a wreck by the life-boat men is to him one of
the most delightful ideas on earth.

After reading an article in 'Macmillan's' of the life-boat men's doings,
a brave English Admiral, then commanding a fleet, wrote--"My heart
warms to the gallant fellows; tell them so, and please give them the
enclosed (a guinea each) from an English Admiral without mentioning my

A Kentish Squire, sending a donation of a guinea for each of the men
wrote,--"To read the brave self-sacrificing doings of the Ramsgate
life-boat men, makes me proud of the men of my county."

Other gentlemen wrote, and ladies wrote, and by-and-by we heard from
Australia, America, South America, and also from other parts of the
world came evidence, that English hearts, wherever they are, cannot but
feel deeply as they read the simple narrative of such gallant deeds.
"Your life-boat stories have undoubtedly helped on the good life-boat
cause," said Mr. Lewis.

"The public have evinced considerable interest in those tales of
life-boat work," said Mr. Macmillan; and so the idea grew that I must
write a book about the life-boat work on the Goodwin Sands.

A formidable idea this for a man with no "learned leisure," and quite
unconscious of possessing any especial literary skill, or any especial
literary ambition.

Certainly, I could have no difficulty in obtaining full and abundant
particulars of the various adventures of the life-boat.

It was gravely said to a friend of mine,--"It is really very wrong of
Mr. Gilmore, as a family man, to risk his life in the life-boat." I have
been able to get all particulars without risking my life, and without,
which is not much less to the point, lumbering up the boat with a
useless hand; moreover, I doubt whether I should have had very keen
powers of observation, while cold and exhausted and breathless, and
clinging for very life to the thwarts, with the seas rushing over me,
and tearing at me, striving to wash me out of the boat; which would have
been my condition and very soon the condition of any unseasoned landsman
who went to share the strife which the experienced boatmen often find it
hard enough to endure.

I have managed better: I have had sometimes two, three, or four boatmen
up to my house; and we have fought their battles over again; I
questioning and cross-questioning, getting particulars from them, small
as well as great.

"What did you do next?" To one such question, I remember the answer
was--"Why then we handed the jar of rum round, for we were almost beaten
to death."--"But with the seas running over the boat, and the boat full
of water, it must have been salt-water grog very soon--how did you
manage it?"--"Well, Sir, when there was a lull, a man just took a nip;
then if there was a cry, 'Look out! a sea!' he put the jar down between
his legs, shoved his thumb in the hole, held on to the thwart with his
other arm, then bent well over the jar and let the sea break on his

Thus getting them to recall incident after incident, I got the full
details of each adventure; and when we arrived at the more stirring
scenes, it was very exciting work indeed; the men could scarcely sit in
their chairs--their muscles worked, faces flushed, and most graphically
they told their tales, I, not one whit less excited, taking notes as
rapidly as possible.

Truly I must live to be an old man before I forget the hours I have
spent in my study with Jarman, Hogben, and Reading, and R. Goldsmith,
and Bill Penny, and Gorham, and Solly, and some other of my brave
boatmen friends, as they have told me their many experiences and toils
and dangers in life-boat work.

To Jarman especially do I owe thanks for his many graphic narratives; he
was coxswain of the boat for ten years, and during the time of most of
the adventures related.

One difficulty I have had to contend with has been the comparative
sameness in the ordinary life-boat services. I could have had nine
narratives in one especial fortnight, for nine times was the life-boat
out during that time; but it has taken nearly ten years for me to find
a sufficient number of narratives so varying in their chief incidents
that the book should not of necessity be wearisome from repetition, and
at the same time give a picture of the varied experiences and dangers of
life-boat work.

I must leave my Readers to judge how far I have gained my object in the
selection I have made.

As the few life-boat stories I have already published have been used to
some extent in public Readings, Penny Readings, and on the like
occasions, I have thought it well to make each story, as far as
possible, complete in itself, although to effect this, some repetition
of similar incidents has been unavoidable.

I come of a sailor family--this will account to landsmen for my seeming
acquaintance with nautical matters; I have never been to sea--this will
explain to sailors the ignorance on such matters that they will not have
much difficulty in detecting.

"God help the poor fellows at sea!"--"God protect and bless the
life-boat men!" (humble, honest, hardworking and most generous and
brave-hearted men as I well know full many of them to be);

"And God prosper the good Life-boat Institution, and advance its noble
object!" that many a brave fellow may be spared to his family and home;
many a good man be plucked from death to be yet the joy and support of
loved ones; and many a man, unfitted to meet death, be snatched from its
jaws to live to repent and to seek that peace which he had formerly
disregarded. With such prayers I launch my book. And may God further it
to His glory, by making it instrumental in gaining yet increased
sympathy with the already much-loved life-boat cause; thus blessing it
to be one of the humble instruments, among many, in helping to work out
the results for which, in our sailor-loving land, so many are ever ready
to hope, to work, to pray.

One last word. The narratives related are, I firmly believe, as far as
possible, strictly and literally true; I am positive the boatmen would
not knowingly exaggerate in the least; and I have sought to tell the
tales, incident by incident, what the men did, and what the men
suffered, and what the men said--simply as they related each
circumstance to me.



WRECKERS                                                13

THE INVENTOR OF THE LIFE-BOAT                           19



THE RESCUE                                              48

THE RETURN                                              66

A NIGHT ON THE GOODWIN SANDS                            82



THE EMIGRANT SHIP                                      134

THE EMIGRANTS' WELCOME AT RAMSGATE                     149

THE WRECK OF THE "MARY"--GALES ABROAD                  161


DEAL BEACH                                             192


THE RESCUE OF THE CREW OF THE "AMOOR"                  214

DANGERS OF HOVELLING                                   224

ALICE" HOVELLING LUGGER                                234

THE SAVING OF "LA MARGUERITE"--(A HOVEL)               254

THE WRECK BROUGHT IN                                   265

THE WRECK OF THE "PROVIDENTIA"                         275

HARDLY SAVED                                           287



SAVED AT LAST--"VICTORY OR DEATH"                      320

OF SOME OF THE LIFE-BOAT MEN                           333





     A worthy Quaker thus wrote:--"I expect to pass through this world
     but once; if, therefore, there can be any kindness I can show, or
     any good thing I can do to any fellow human being, let me do it
     now. Let me not defer or neglect it, for I shall not pass this way

Before in fancy we man the Life-boat, and rush out into the storm, and
have the salt spray dashing over us, and the wind singing like
suppressed thunder in our ears--before we watch the gallant Storm
Warriors of the present day, in their life-and-death struggle, charging
in through the raging seas to the rescue of the shipwrecked, let us look
back and see how the unfortunate by shipwreck fared in the old time, and
then take a hasty glance or two, watching the gradual growth, from age
to age, of sympathy for the distressed; humanity becoming more
pronounced, and more practical; the progressive adaptation of Maritime
Law to the advancing tone of feeling; the gradual organization and
development of that most noble Society, "The National Life-boat
Institution," which has for its sole object the lessening of the dangers
of the sea, and the saving of the shipwrecked; and, lastly, the progress
and final triumph of the labours of science, in the invention of a
life-boat which is able successfully to defy the efforts of the most
raging storms.

The "good old days!" Those who sing too emphatically the glories of the
"good old days" must either be influenced by the enchantment distance
lends to the view, or guided by the wholesome proverb, "Let nothing,
except that which is good, be spoken of the dead."

Human nature seems an inheritance unchanging in its properties, and it
was in the old time much as it is now, capable of bringing forth fruit
good or bad, in accordance with the training it received, or the
associations by which it was surrounded. The old days were very far from
being either very golden or very good, the strong arm was too often the
strong law, and selfishness was far more likely to make the weak ones a
prey for plunder, than was compassion to make them objects for
assistance. There was a good deal of the Ishmael curse about the old
feudal days; the Baron's hand was too ready to be against every man's,
and every man's against his; to plunder and to pillage at all convenient
opportunities, as well by sea as by land, seemed very much a leading

In the thirteenth and fourteenth centuries Piracy was almost openly
recognized; a foreign ship with a rich cargo was too great a temptation
for the free sailors of those rough-and-ready days, and there was in
reality as much of the spirit of piracy in the rugged justice by which
it was endeavoured to suppress the crimes, as in the crimes themselves.
Supposing an act of piracy to have been committed, restitution was first
demanded from the nation, or maritime town, to which the pirate
belonged; and if satisfaction was not obtained, then the aggrieved party
was allowed to take out "Letters of Marque," and might sally forth to
all intents a pirate, to plunder any ship sailing from the place to
which the vessel which had first robbed him belonged. This system was
acknowledged under the name of the "Right of Private Reprisal;" and so,
what with pirates licensed and unlicensed, ships seeking plunder without
any discrimination, and ships seeking revenge without much, Hallam might
well write: "In the thirteenth and fourteenth centuries, a rich vessel
was never secure from attack, and neither restitution nor punishment of
the criminals was to be obtained from Governments, who sometimes feared
the plunderer, and sometimes connived at the offence."

To piracy was added the constant petty warfare and feuds that were
carried on between maritime nations, and even between towns of the same

Hallam quotes, "The Cinque Ports, and other trading towns of England,
were in a constant state of hostility with their opposite neighbours
during the reigns of Edward I. and II.; half the instruments of Rymer
might be quoted in proof of these conflicts, and of those with the
mariners of Norway and Denmark."

Sometimes mutual envy produced frays between different English towns;
thus in the year 1254 the Winchilsea mariners attacked a Yarmouth
galley, and killed some of her men.

The evil effects of this confusion of might with right, the anxiety
occasioned by this constant warfare, and by these petty feuds, lingered
longer on sea than on land; and kept the morals of the seafaring
population of the coasts at the lowest ebb; and as one consequence, the
plundering of vessels wrecked on the shores was in all parts of Europe
carried on with as ruthless a hand, as was piracy and privateering

It may be somewhat interesting to consider the gradual progress of
legislation with reference to this very terrible system and crime of
wrecking; and while doing so, we shall receive further proof of how the
rough mastery of the strong over the weak crept into the Laws, and how
full a development it had in such laws, as especially related to wrecks
and wreckage.

It is hard in the present day to conceive how, in the name of any
government making claim to the administration of justice, such a law
could have been passed as that which existed prior to Henry I., which
gave the king complete possession of all wrecked property: ownership on
the part of the original possessor was supposed to have been lost by the
action of the sea. Whether the law originated in that strong instinct
for the appropriation of unconsidered trifles, which is rather a snare
to all governments, or whether it was found necessary to make the king
the owner of wreckage, in order to lessen the temptation to cause
vessels to be wrecked, and their crews murdered for the sake of pillage,
no unfrequent occurrence in those days, however it was, the law existed,
and the shipwrecked merchant might come struggling ashore upon a broken
spar, and find the coast strewn with scattered but still valuable goods,
so lately his, but now by law his no longer, any more than they belonged
to the half dozen rude fishermen who stood watching the torn wreck, and
dispersed cargo being wave-lifted high upon the beach.

Henry I., whose declining years were years of tender and deep sadness,
on account of his own losses at sea, was somewhat more compassionate in
his dealings with the unfortunate by shipwreck.

He decreed that a wreck or wrecked goods should not be considered lost
to the owner, or become the property of the Crown, if any man escaped
from the wreck with life to the shore.

Henry II. made a feeble enlargement of this scant degree of mercy--he
expanded this saving clause, so that if either man or beast came ashore
alive, the wreck and goods should still be considered as belonging to
the original possessors; but failing this, although the owner should be
known beyond all possibility of doubt, all the saved property should
belong to the king; so that in those old days, if a cat was supposed to
have nine lives, it was quite sufficient to account for its being for so
long a popular institution on board ship; for even a cat washing
ashore, would become the owner's title-deeds to all of his property that
the sea had spared.

Richard I. could be generous in things small as well as great; he could
act nobly upon principle as well as upon impulse; it must have been,
indeed, only natural to his open unselfish nature and high courage, to
spurn the idea of robbing the robbed, of making the victim of the sea's
destructive power the further victim of a king's greed; he was prepared
to give his laws of chivalry a wide interpretation, and let them ordain
succour for the distressed by the rage of waters, as well as for the
distressed by the rage of men.

And so when about to take part in the third crusade, King Richard
decreed, "For the love of God, and the health of his own soul, and the
souls of his ancestors and successors, kings of England.

"That all persons escaping alive from a wreck should retain their goods;
that wreck or wreckage should only be considered the property of the
king when neither an owner, nor the heirs of a late owner, could be
found for it."

For several centuries all European nations had for the foundation of
their maritime laws, a certain code, called the Code of Oleron.

There is the usual veil of historical uncertainty clouding the origin of
these laws, for while some authorities declare that Richard I. had
nothing to do with them, others declare that they were completed and
promulgated by Richard, at the Isle of Oleron, as he was returning from
one of his crusades, and that they had first and especial reference to
the customs on the coasts of some of his continental domains.

The Laws of Oleron contain thirty-seven articles, and make very terrible
statements as to the system of wrecking, which in those days disgraced
the then civilized nations of the earth, while they show also, that if
sinners were then prepared to sin with a high hand, that the authorities
were prepared with no less energy to inflict punishment for crime.

Some of the extracts from these laws are as utter darkness compared with
light, when you read them beside extracts from the Life-boat journals of
the present day, suggesting as they do the customs of the people as
regards wrecking, and the scant mercy that was shown to the shipwrecked.

Consider, for instance, the picture as given in the following extracts
from the old laws of Oleron:--

"An accursed custom prevailing in some parts, inasmuch as a third or
fourth part of the wrecks that come ashore belong to the lord of the
manor, where the wrecks take place, and that pilots for profit from
these lords, and from the wrecks, like faithless and treacherous
villains, do purposely run the ships under their care upon the rocks."

The Code declares, that the lords, and all who assist in plundering the
wreck shall be accursed, excommunicated, and punished as robbers. "That
all false pilots shall suffer a most rigorous and merciless death, and
be hung on high gibbets."

"The wicked lords are to be tied to a post in the middle of their own
houses, which shall be set on fire at all four corners, and burnt with
all that shall be therein; the goods being first confiscated for the
benefit of the persons injured; and the site of the houses shall be
converted into places for the sale of hogs and swine."

But if this threat of burning the said wicked lords, and the wholesale
confiscation and destruction of their houses and properties, had not
sufficient terrors to control such hardened sinners, and if they, or
others, were prepared to add murder to robbery, then the laws enacted--

"If people, more barbarous, cruel, and inhuman than mad dogs, murdered
shipwrecked folk, they were to be plunged into the sea until half dead,
and then drawn out and stoned to death."

Railway directors and others would scarcely like the enforcement of laws
parallel to those which dealt with the carelessness of Pilots; which
provided, "That if negligence on the part of the Pilot caused shipwreck,
he was to make good out of his own means the losses sustained, and if
his means were not sufficient, then he should lose his head;" it was
meekly suggested; "that some care should be taken by the master and
mariners," possibly as much for their own sakes as for the sake of the
unfortunate pilot. "That they should be persuaded that the man had not
the means to make good the loss, before they cut off his head."

The preamble of an Act of Parliament is generally the summary of the
arguments for the necessity of the Bill.

The preamble of a Bill for the repression of crime, may be therefore
taken as the expression of the national conviction, that such crimes
exist at the time.

If so, during the reign of George II. human nature did not show itself
to be one whit better than in earlier days, still were men equally
capable of cruel selfishness and wrong, although civilization had done
much to curb the outward expression of many of the former evils, and to
control, to some extent, the open and virulent barbarities of still
darker days.

For we find that the old laws, and barbarous modes of punishment, were
not sufficient to cope with the strongly developed tendencies for
wrecking, which showed themselves, in various ways, to be existent, and
in full activity.

And therefore a new Act was passed, which recited--

"That notwithstanding the good and salutary laws now in being against
plundering and destroying vessels in distress, and against taking away
shipwrecked, lost, and stranded goods, that still many wicked enormities
had been committed to the disgrace of the nation." Therefore certain
provisions were enacted, the bearing of which was as follows:--

Death was to be the punishment for the chief of these enormities, such
as hanging out false lights for the purpose of bringing vessels into

Death for those who killed, or prevented the escape of shipwrecked

Death for stealing goods from a wreck, whether there be any living
creature on board or not.

Acts of Parliament in following years felt the impress of the more
merciful spirit of legislation which began to prevail. The punishment of
death for theft from a wreck was reduced to imprisonment; while penal
servitude for life was made the penalty for a new development of crime,
namely, that of wilfully scuttling, or setting on fire, or wrecking a
ship for the purpose of defrauding or damaging Insurance Offices or

The existing Merchant Shipping Act of 1854, and the amendments and
additions to it, now form the Code by which all maritime questions are
arranged; and most of the barbarities, cruelties, and wrongs which, for
so many ages, added to the perils of the sea, both as to life and
property, are now sufficiently guarded against.

But still a most subtle cruelty and fatal wrong is left almost
altogether untouched, that of sending vessels to sea in an unseaworthy
condition, as to hull, or spars, or sails, or rigging, or perhaps
dangerously overladen; many a vessel only worthy of being utterly
condemned, which no office would think for one moment of insuring, and
that would scarcely pay for breaking up, is bought cheap, patched up,
and sent, perhaps, to float up and down our coasts as a Collier, a sort
of dingy coffin, only waiting to be entombed by the first heavy gale and
raging sea in which she is caught, and then to go quickly down to her
grave, carrying with her her crew, unless they have taken warning in
time, and found some chance of escaping, which they are not slow to take
advantage of, knowing the nature of the craft they are in; but many a
brave sailor finds no escape, and feels no hope, when once the heavy
gale breaks on the crazy craft, and thus dies a victim to one of the
treacherous, and permitted, and most fatal cruelties of our most
Christian and most enlightened age; but this state of things, we may
well believe, will not be permitted to last much longer; the attention
of the public has been thoroughly aroused to the subject, more
especially by the zealous, energetic, and unselfish action of Samuel
Plimsol, Esq., M.P., who having the welfare of the poor sailor most
thoroughly at heart, has attacked with every courage the still existing
abuses, arising chiefly from the deficiencies in our Maritime Code, and
all who have sympathy with the sailor must wish him success, and who has
not? but it is hard work to develop legislative action, even from
wide-spread national sympathy; but the work is commenced; and as one
result of his action, a Royal Commission has been issued by Her Majesty.
The following is a synopsis of the opening instructions of the


     WHEREAS--We have deemed it expedient for divers good causes and
     considerations that a commission should forthwith issue to make
     inquiry with regard to the alleged unseaworthiness of British
     Registered Ships; whether arising from overloading, deck-loading,
     defective construction, form, equipment, machinery, age or
     improper stowage; and also to inquire into the present system of
     Marine Insurance; of the alleged practice of undermanning ships;
     and also to suggest any amendments in the law which might remedy or
     lessen such evils as may be found to have arisen from the matters
     aforesaid, &c., &c. Given at our Court at St. James's the 29th day
     of March, 1873, in the thirty-sixth year of our reign.

     By our command, (Signed) H. A. BRUCE.

We may now therefore have great hopes, that there will be speedily some
good result, from the spirited manner in which this question of sending
unseaworthy vessels to sea has been brought before the public.

     Note.--I have to thank a friend for Notes, which he kindly gave me,
     of extracts which he made from books to which he had access in the
     British Museum, referring to the Ancient Maritime Laws upon
     Wrecking. My friend has, since this Chapter was first written,
     developed his Notes into an Article, which he published in a
     periodical; I have, nevertheless, not refrained from giving the
     account, which I think my readers may find interesting.

     J. G.



     "O father! I see a gleaming light;
       O say what may it be?"
     But the father answered never a word--
       A frozen corpse was he.

     And ever the fitful gusts between
       A sound came from the land;
     It was the sound of the trampling surf
       On the rocks and the hard sea-sand.

     The breakers were right beneath her bows
       She drifted a dreary wreck,
     And a whooping billow swept the crew
       Like icicles from her deck."


     "Perhaps some human kindness still
     May make amends for human ill."

     _Barry Cornwall._

As we have considered the growth of legislation upon the question of
wrecking and wreckage, and contrasted the more civilized, but not
perfect code, now existing, with the barbarous laws of days gone by, we
may also, perhaps, well put in contrast the present character and action
of our coast population, as a rule, with what they were in days more

Imagine a homeward-bound vessel some two hundred and fifty years ago,
clumsy in build, awkward in rig, little fitted for battling with the
gales of our stormy coast, but yet manned with strong stouthearted men,
who made their sturdy courage compensate for deficiency of other means;
think of many perils overcome, a long weary voyage nearly ended, the
crew rejoicing in thoughts of home, of home-love and home-rest, the
headlands of dear Old England, loved by her sons no less then, than now,
lying a dark line upon the horizon, the night growing apace, the breeze
freshening, ever freshening, adding each moment a hoarser swell to the
deep murmurs of its swift-following blasts; the ship scudding on,
breasting the seas with her bluff bows, rising and pitching with the
running waves which cover her with foam!

Look on land! keen eyes have watched the signs of the coming storm, men
more greedy than the foulest vulture, "more inhuman than mad dogs," have
cast most cruel and wistful glances seaward! yes, their eyes light up
with the very light of hell, as they see in the dim distance the white
sail of a struggling ship making towards the land!

And now try to imagine the scene, as the night falls, and the storm
gathers, two or three ill-looking fellows drop in, say, to a low tavern
standing in a by-lane that leads from the cliff to the beach, in some
village on our south-western coast--soon muttered hints take form, and
in low whispers the men talk over the chances of a wreck this wild
night; they remember former gains, they talk over disappointments, when
on similar nights of darkness, wildness, and storm, vessels discovered
their danger too soon for them, and managed to weather the headlands of
the bay.

The plot takes form; with many a deep and muttered curse, the murderous
decision is taken, that if a vessel can be trapped to destruction, it
shall be.

There is an old man of the party whose brow is furrowed with dread
lines; he does not say much, but every now and then his eyes glare, and
his features work as if convulsed; his comrades look at him, twice, and
as a terrific squall shakes the house, a third time: silently he rises
and leaves the inn; his mates now look away from him, as if quite
unconscious as to what he is about; their stifled consciences cannot do
much for them, but can give to each, just one faint half-realized
sensation of shame. Now in the pitch darkness of the night, with bowed
head, and faltering steps, battling against the storm, the old man leads
a white horse along the edge of the cliff, to the top of the horse's
tail a lantern is tied, and the light sways with the movement of the
horse, and in its movements seems not unlike the mast-head light of a
vessel rocked by the motion of the sea. A whisper has gone through the
village, of a chance of something happening during the night, and most
of the men and many of the women are on the alert, lurking in the caves
beneath the cliff, or sheltered behind jutting pieces of rock.

The vessel makes in steadily for the land; the captain grows uneasy, and
fears running into danger; he will put the vessel round, and try and
battle his way out to sea.

The look-out man reports a dim light ahead; What kind? and Whither
away? He can make out that it is a ship's light, for it is in motion.
Yes, she must be a vessel standing on in the same course as that which
they are on. It is all safe then, the captain will stand in a little
longer; when suddenly in the lull of the storm a hoarse murmur is heard,
surely the sound of the sea beating upon rocks? yes! look, a white gleam
upon the water! Breakers ahead! Breakers ahead! Oh! a very knell of
doom; the cry rings through the ship, Down, down with helm, round her
to; too late, too late! a crash, a shudder from stem to stern of the
stout ship; the shriek of many voices in their agony, green seas
sweeping over the vessel, and soon, broken timbers, bales of cargo, and
lifeless bodies scattered along the beach, while the shattered remnant
of the hull is torn still further to pieces with each insweep of the
mighty seas, as they roll it to, and fro, among the rocks. Fearful and
crafty the smile that darkened the dark face of the willing murderer,
who was leading the horse with the false light, as he heard the crash of
the vessel, and the shrieks of the drowning crew, fearful the smiles
that darkened the faces of the men and women waiting on the beach, as
they came out from their places, ready to struggle and fight among
themselves for any spoil that might come ashore; a homeward-bound ship
from the Indies--great good fortune, rich spoil--bale after bale is
seized upon by the wreckers, and dragged high upon the beach out of the
way of the surf--but see, a sailor clinging to a bit of broken mast,
with his last conscious effort he gains a footing on the shore, staggers
forward and falls. Is he alive? not now! Why did that fearful old woman
kneel upon his chest, and cover his mouth with her cloak? Dead men tell
no tales! claim no property!

Have such things been possible?

They have, and have been done; traditions of such dread tragedies still
linger on the Cornish coast, and it is a matter of history that all
around our shores miscreants were to be found, who were ready to
sacrifice to their blood-thirsty avarice those whom the rage of water
had spared.

Yes, and still many sailors find their worst enemies ashore, and know no
danger so great as that of falling into the hands of their fellow-men;
but not now in the small harbours or fishing-villages of the coast--not
now among the seafaring population of our shores, must wretches capable
of such deeds be looked for, but among the degraded quarters of our
large maritime towns--among the land-sharks, who haunt the docks, the
crimp-houses, the dens of infamy, the low taverns--there Jack may still
be wrecked, and drugged, and robbed, and perhaps murdered. But even
there darkness has not got it all its own way; for if there are many who
are ready to ruin the reckless sailor, there are many others, thank God,
who are ready to warn and aid him. Seamen's Churches, Bethels, Sailors'
Homes, Sailors' Missionaries, and all sorts of benevolent institutions,
seek to struggle with, and overcome, the bad effect of the many evils to
which the sailor on shore is exposed.

And the sea-coasts where the Storm Warriors now gather tell a tale of
hardihood, of courage, of endurance, and of skill, no less than the
olden days could boast of. But now courage is glorified by mercy, and
hardihood by sympathy, and endurance is sustained, and skill and
enterprise are quickened into action by the noblest feelings, and
readiness for self-sacrifice, which can move the heart of man.

If our last pages have been gloomy in the picture they have given of
what was frequently done not many generations ago, let us seek a
contrast, which shall be as light to darkness, and compare with those
scenes of old, a picture of that which happens month after month, and in
the winter season week after week, and sometimes, almost day after day,
on our own coasts in the present time.

A homeward-bound ship is rushing along, skimming the green seas, seeming
to rejoice in the pride of her beauty, strength, and speed; there is
some fatal error or accident, and she comes suddenly to destruction.
Many men are anxiously on the look-out; they have been watching her
closely from the shore, and eagerly preparing for action at the moment
of the shipwreck, which for some time they have feared must happen. And
now guns fire, and rockets flash, and the signals quickly given are
quickly answered, and the Storm Warriors rush into action; they are not
now the Storm Pirates as was the case too often of old, they are the
Storm Warriors; their flashing lights tell of coming rescue, and do not
lure to destruction; for as the gallant life-boat men rush into all
danger, make every effort, battling with mad waves and boiling surf,
they fight under the noble banner of Mercy--THEIR MISSION IS TO SAVE.



     "The most eloquent speaker, the most ingenious writer, and the most
     accomplished statesman cannot effect so much as the mere presence
     of the man who tempers his wisdom and his vigour with humanity."


What dreams had Lionel Luken, coach-builder of London, in the year 1780,
or thereabouts? The perils to machines, or coaches, in those days were
many and varied; the roads were often rough, and dangerous enough to
equal the pleasing variety and exciting accompaniments of a
cross-country gallop; the bridges were very few, and the fords very

Did Lionel Luken lose coach, or customer, or both, in a rushing flood
which overwhelmed some burdensome coach and unhappy travellers at one of
these fords? and, thinking over the disaster sorrowfully, patiently, and
profitably, as great minds and great hearts will think, did he conceive
the idea of a coach warranted against sinking, with air-tight
compartments? and then, expanding the idea, did the noble thought occur
to him of building a boat that would not merely float in the rush of a
flood, but that would defy the troubled waters of a raging sea? And was
it thus, that Lionel Luken gained unto himself the immortal honour of
being the first inventor of the Life-boat?

In whatever manner the idea presented itself to him, and however it was
developed in the mind of the skilful and humane coach-builder, certain
it is that it seized him very thoroughly, and that he, being one of the
race of God's heroes, alike humane, brave, and earnest, was not content
to let his happy, his blessed thought die barren of result, but made
noble and persevering efforts to bring his invention to a successful
issue. He had high courage, for his courage was inspired by the great
hope that his boat might be the instrument of plucking many poor sailors
from dread peril, carrying them through threatening seas, snatching them
from the very jaws of death, and of restoring them to their loving ones
in their loved homes. With this holy ambition, Lionel Luken laboured
nobly, as, urged by a like ambition, many now labour nobly for the good
life-boat cause. But the old days were not days of quick sympathy, or of
ready enterprise, and Luken, although supported, to a certain extent, by
royalty, uselessly clamoured at official doors, and sought public
patronage in vain.

People seemed then to have no strong objection to other people being
drowned, just as they had no strong prejudice against others suffering
the tortures of miserable prisons, the worst asylums, or any of the
many horrors which a more enlightened age has sought with some degree of
success to lessen or remove.

In the year 1785 Luken took out a patent for a boat which, to a great
extent, embodied almost all the more needful properties possessed by the
present model life-boat; he at the same time published a pamphlet; "Upon
the invention, principle, and construction of insubmergible boats." He
suggested that such boats should be protected by bands of cork round
their gunwales, that they should be rendered buoyant by the use of
air-cases, especially at the bow and stern, and that they should be
ballasted by an iron keel.

But even when the good man passed from theory to practice, and succeeded
at Bamborough in getting a boat converted into a life-boat on the above
principles, and when this boat proved a success, and saved many lives,
even then he could obtain no support from the authorities in carrying
out his grand object.

The story is told of a general who blamed a soldier for ducking at the
sound of a cannon ball, saying that he had no business to be a soldier
if he had the faintest objection to being shot. On the same principle,
the first lord of the Admiralty, in his stern rejections of Luken's many
efforts, may have considered that life-boats would interfere with a
sailor's prerogative for being drowned; and drowned indeed many of the
poor fellows were--swept to destruction in sight of land, for winds were
cruel, and rocks were hard, and seas wild, and ships frail, while
benevolence slept, and the cries of the drowning did not reach official
ears, and Luken's loud appeals on behalf of humanity were disregarded,
and he, brave man, who had so long struggled, hoping against hope,
became utterly disappointed that the movement, the importance of which
he so realized, and for which he had so long laboured, did not become

Still he had the satisfaction of seeing his plan adopted in one or two
places, in Shields especially, as we shall show; and he had the great
happiness of knowing that, time after time, lives were saved by the
boats which were built after his model. He had done all that he could,
and went on building coaches, not, we may presume, on life-boat
principles; and he tried somewhat to content himself, as he looked
forward with hope for a time of greater enlightenment and sympathy, when
he trusted that the seed he sowed, almost with tears, would bring its
harvest of sheaves, and full of this faith, the good man devised an
inscription for the stone which should mark his resting-place in a quiet
country churchyard, simply stating, "That he was the Inventor of the
first life-boat."

Honoured be the memory of Lionel Luken!



     "What is noble? 'tis the finer
       Portion of our mind and heart,
     Linked to something still diviner
       Than mere language can impart;
     Ever prompting--ever seeing
       Some improvement yet to plan;
     To uplift our fellow-being,
       And, like man, to feel for Man."

     _C. Swain._

If the ear were only as powerful to enable the mind to realize things
heard, as the eye is powerful in enabling the mind to realize things
seen, many reforms would have been worked out promptly, instead of
having to wait year after year, sometimes almost generation after
generation, while the mind of the public has had its sympathies but
slowly awakened by the constant statement of some evil, and the
unceasing demand for its remedy.

Thus it was, that a terrible scene of disaster and death, of which many
were the agonized eye-witnesses, did more to urge forward the life-boat
cause than had been effected by the report of many similar tragedies,
which but few lookers on had seen occur.

It was in the year 1789, a tremendous gale of wind was raging at
Newcastle; thousands of the inhabitants were watching the wild sea as it
foamed up at the entrance of the port, and they trembled as they saw
vessel after vessel stagger on through the sweeping waves, running into
the harbour for refuge.

One ship, the _Adventurer_, missed the entrance of the port, and was
driven on to the rocks; the seas rushed over her deck, and flew half-way
up the masts; the crew took refuge in the rigging, and the wreck was so
near to the pier, that the horrified and terror-stricken people
thronging there, could hear the cries for help, and even see the growing
shade of the death agony upon the faces of the men, as they became more
and more exhausted and faint from exposure to the heavy seas; and then
they saw one after another of the seamen torn from his hold and perish
miserably; and this within call of these thousands of spectators, who
were full of grief and sympathy, but were unable even to attempt a

Brave men stood powerless, and as they were frantically appealed to, to
try and save the drowning men, could only groan over the utter
impossibility of rendering them any assistance! Yes! the daring, hardy,
skilful sailors, wept with the weeping women, as they stood overwhelmed
with helpless horror watching the most heart-rending scene.

Strong boats were there, ready to be manned, boats that had successfully
battled with many a rough sea, but they were _not life-boats_, and to
go out into such a mad boil of raging waves in any other kind of boat
than a life-boat, would have been certain death to all the crew, without
affording the faintest possibility of help to the shipwrecked; and thus,
without help, without hope, one after the other of the poor shipwrecked
sailors, exhausted and faint, fell back into the wild waves and
perished: the vessel was speedily torn to pieces, the crowd slowly and
sorrowfully went home; soon the darkness of night shadowed the wild sea
and the saddened town, but the day's work was not done--the tragedy was
not without fruit, in more senses than one, "the blood of the martyrs is
the seed of the church;" the sympathies of the people were now fully
aroused; meetings were at once held at South Shields--a committee was
formed--and premiums were offered for the best life-boat.

William Wouldham, a painter, was one of the successful competitors; he
presented a model embracing many excellent qualities; Henry Greathead, a
boat-builder of South Shields, stood next on the list.

The various models presented were discussed--their more excellent
qualities selected--and from the suggestions thus obtained, a model
life-boat was planned, from which, as a type, Greathead built a boat,
which, either from the fact that he improved upon the model given to
him, or because his name, as its builder, was chiefly associated with
it, became known as Greathead's life-boat, and he gained the honour of
being its inventor--not but what the claims of Wouldham were stoutly
asserted; and we may believe by many accepted, for in the parish church
of St. Hilda, South Shields, a tombstone erected to the memory of
Wouldham bears at its head a model of his life-boat, with the following

     "Heaven genius scientific gave,
     Surpassing vulgar boast, yet he from soil
     So rich, no golden harvest reap'd, no wreath
     Of laurel gleaned. None but the sailor's heart,
     Nor that ingrate, of palm unfading this,
     Till shipwrecks cease, or Life-boats cease to save."

Within the next fifteen years, or so, Greathead built about thirty
life-boats, eight of which were sent to foreign countries. At last the
life-boat cause was wakened into life, but into no vigorous existence;
it did not actually die, but lingered on with here and there a spasm of
vitality, as some local cause or stirring advocate excited a momentary
interest in the question.

Life-boat stations were scattered at long intervals round the coast, and
boats of various designs, some very good, were placed at a few of the
more dangerous positions on our shores.

The public was not altogether unprepared to move, but was waiting for
the needed impulse.

The whole cause, in spite of all its intrinsic merits and great claims
upon humanity, waited for the _coming man_, and he was found in the
person of Sir William Hillary, Baronet, one of nature's real noblemen;
his heart was great, as his arm was strong; his love for the sea was
only equalled by his love for sailors; all that concerned their
well-being excited his quick sympathy and active interest, and his
feelings were, as a matter of course, very sincere, and very earnest for
the life-boat cause.

Sir W. Hillary lived at Douglas, in the Isle of Man. His sympathy for
the sailor proved its vitality by being active and practical: he
established Sailors' Homes, and in many ways sought their improvement
and benefit; and when the hour of danger came, when the storms raged and
lives were in peril, Sir William was the first, not only to encourage,
but also to lead the boatmen to the rescue of the shipwrecked; he shrank
from no danger, he shared all labour, and endured all hardship, and this
to such an extent, that he was personally engaged in efforts by which
more than three hundred lives were saved.

The following are some of the occasions in which Sir William's heroic
efforts were blessed in their results to the saving of life:--

In the year 1825 Sir William, and the crews under him, rescued
eighty-seven persons, sixty-two of these from the steamer _City of
Glasgow_; eleven from the _Leopard_ brig; and nine from the _Fancy_

In the year 1827 they saved seventeen lives. In 1830, four different
crews were rescued, forty-three lives being saved; and in 1832 no fewer
than fifty lives were saved from a passenger-ship.

The nature of the perils Sir William Hillary so nobly encountered, and
the toils he shared, may be well illustrated by an account of the rescue
of the crew of the _St. George_.

On the 29th of November, 1830, the mail steamer _St. George_ struck on
St. Mary's rock, not far from Douglas. The captain had no boats to which
he could trust in so violent a sea; he therefore cut away the mainmast,
and endeavoured to construct a raft from its wreck, together with the
spars which they had on board; but the seas proved too heavy for him to
be able to do so, and he signalled his distress to the shore.

Sir William Hillary and a crew of twelve men at once manned the
life-boat, and proceeded in the direction of the wreck; they found the
steamer hard upon the rock, and surrounded by such a raging boil of surf
that any attempt to rescue the unfortunate passengers and crew seemed
almost impossible; nevertheless they were not the men to leave their
fellow-creatures to perish without making an effort for their safety, at
whatever risk that effort must be made; they therefore let the boat rush
before the gale into the heart of the surf; here she was completely at
the mercy of the wild and broken waves--her rudder was torn off, oar
after oar was broken, until scarcely half the number were left--some of
the air-tight compartments were strained and filled with water, and
rendered useless, and to add to the dismay of the crew, one of the
tremendous seas which rushed over the boat washed Sir William and three
men overboard; it was only after the greatest difficulty that they were
recovered, and, happily, without being much hurt; the life-boat was then
hurled by the waves between the steamer and the rock, here the broken
mainmast and other wreckage were being driven violently by the surf in
all directions, so that the life-boat was in a very whirlpool of danger.

The crew and passengers of the steamer thought, however, that they would
be safer in the boat, in spite of the dread peril she was in, than on
board the steamer, which was being torn and beaten to pieces, and they
left the steamer for the boat; the boat had then more than sixty persons
on board; and hour after hour her crew struggled in vain to get her out
of the position of extreme danger, in which the force of the gale and
the rush of the waves held them as in a vice; every moment was one of
very great hardship to all on board the boat, as the surf continually
flew over them in volumes, and the danger of being crushed by the
wreckage, that was tossing and leaping in the contest of the mad sea
that raged around them, was incessant.

After nearly three hours of the hardest struggle, they managed to get
the almost disabled boat a little clear from the rock and the wreck, but
still they were unable to make any headway against the seas, or get
beyond the circle of surf, when at length the sea, as if tired of
sporting with its shattered prey, drove the boat so far beyond the range
of the surf, that other boats were able to come to her assistance and
all lives were saved.

Such was the nature of the perils and hardships that Sir William Hillary
often readily and nobly encountered in his efforts to save life.

When, therefore, urged by the cruel necessities of the case, he pleaded
for the life-boat cause, and illustrated his pleading by his own
personal experience, men began at last to listen to what he urged. He
described not only that the dangers of the shipwrecked were fearfully
increased from want of due means for their rescue, in the absence of
boats properly constructed to contend against the peculiar danger
arising from the raging seas and broken water which generally surrounded
a wreck, but he showed also how, from the same cause, brave men too
often rushed to their death.

That in answer to the cry for rescue, men put to sea, urged by the
generous impulses of sympathy and courage, went forth possessed of all
the needed bravery, the strength, the skill, the determination to perish
or to save: they did often perish, and did not save, because they needed
the boats which could alone safely contend with the dangers that they
had to encounter.

Two members of Parliament, Mr. Thomas Wilson and Mr. George Hibbert,
were especially moved by such a tale, told by such a man, out of a
brave, loving, full heart, and illustrated by such terrible experience,
and they gave Sir William their very hearty co-operation; and these
three men became, in the year 1825, the founders of the "Royal National
Institution for the Preservation of Life from Shipwreck."

Sir W. Hillary undertook the formation of a branch committee of the
society for the Isle of Man, and so fully succeeded that, by the year
1829, each of the four harbours of the station possessed a life-boat.

Under the organization of this society, and with the aid of some
fourteen smaller, and local associations, and notably with the
assistance of "The Shipwrecked Fishermen and Mariners' Royal Benevolent
Society," which was instituted in the year 1839, and provided seven
life-boats on different parts of the coast, the life-boat cause went on,
doing much noble work, but leaving very much more undone; and very much
that was effected was not done in really the best way.

Thus the life-boat cause had prospered, the work was becoming organised;
but still much was wanting; it needed some new and great stimulus--and
in a few years the stimulus came.



     "In spite of rock and tempest's roar,
     In spite of false lights on the shore,
     Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea,
     Our hearts, our hopes are all with thee;
     Our hearts, our hopes, our prayers, our tears,
     Our faith triumphant o'er our fears,
     Are all with thee--are all with thee!"

     _"The Ship of State."--Longfellow._

In the year 1848, the Admiralty called for returns from the various
coastguard stations which gird the coast, as to the condition of the
life-boat service in their respective neighbourhoods; the results showed
a state of things very far from satisfactory. It appeared that the
number of life-boats was about one hundred, but out of these, only
fifty-five were reported as being in good repair, and a great many of
this number were declared to be of such heavy construction, that very
much of their usefulness was sacrificed.

Twenty boats were reported as being only in fair repair, and twenty-one
boats were declared to be bad and unserviceable. From many stations came
the reports of great loss of life from want of a boat. From Ballycotton,
for instance, where a life-boat could be easily manned, and yet, sad to
state, that within fifteen years no fewer than sixty-seven lives had
been lost, no life-boat being there to effect a rescue.

The evidence for the necessity for further effort was also afforded, by
the long distances which existed between many of the life-boat stations.
Twenty-seven miles, thirty-three, forty-five, ninety-four, one hundred
and forty-one, and one hundred and fifty-one miles being among such
distances; thus in various places the coast was left absolutely
unprotected for many miles together.

Equally sad, and similar to that given by Sir W. Hillary, was the
evidence as to the faulty construction of many of the boats, inasmuch as
although they were a decided improvement upon the ordinary boat, yet
they too often proved incompetent to contend against the rush of seas
and broken water to which they were exposed; from this cause the most
painful tragedies frequently occurred, the loss of brave fellows who
went out to save others from a dreadful death, and who through no lack
of courage, of strength, or of skill, on their part, but from the faulty
construction of the boat they were in, found one common grave with those
whom they sought to rescue from the raging seas.

Thus one life-boat gained a most sad notoriety: on one occasion she
drowned four of her crew; on another occasion twelve; and on a third,
twenty men were drowned out of her. A second, so called, life-boat lost
on one occasion two men, on a second three men, and on a third all her
crew; when she was most properly condemned as too dangerous to be of

A Scarborough life-boat lost sixteen men. At Dunbar, on the occasion of
a man-of-war being wrecked, the life-boat in two trips saved forty-five
men; on her third trip she upset, and nearly all who were in her were
drowned; she was condemned, and for many years no life-boat at all was
stationed there, although from time to time many lives were lost.

Thus we find that in the year 1850 life-boat work was no unknown work.
Life-boat societies had done much, and were doing much. Life-boats had
been stationed in various localities during the preceding half century,
and there were at the date mentioned seventy-five life-boats in England,
eight in Scotland, and eight in Ireland; but nearly one-half of these
were, from one cause or another, more or less unserviceable; and many of
the most exposed parts of the coast were still unprovided with
life-boats. In that year, 1850, there were six hundred and eighty-one
wrecks: the loss of life was about seven hundred and eighty-four,
including a crew of eleven men, whose boat upset one stormy November
night, they having put off to the assistance of a vessel in distress.

It was evident that the life-boat system was not sufficiently developed
or general, and there was, moreover, no universally approved model of a
boat in which all boatmen might have confidence; this latter
consideration was especially brought before the notice of the public by
an accident which occurred to the Newcastle life-boat, the sad
particulars of which are given in the following extracts from a letter
written December 14th, 1849, by the then treasurer of the life-boat
"Friend of the Ports of Newcastle-upon-Tyne and South Shields," Mr. R.

"The life-boats of the Port of Newcastle, stationed at the entrance of
the Tyne in North and South Shields, have been for about sixty years
instrumental in saving the crews of those vessels which have been
unfortunately stranded at the entrance of the port. No correct account
was kept of the exact number so rescued from danger previous to the year
1841, but since then four hundred and sixty-six persons have been
brought ashore from sixty-two vessels.

"On the morning of the fatal accident, the _Betsy_, of Littlehampton,
laden with salt, was stranded on the hard sand; and the receding tide
left her among heavy breakers, with a heavy ebb-tide running past her.

"The life-boat was launched about 9 A.M., and being manned by
twenty-four pilots, immediately proceeded to the vessel; and, having
hailed her, and given instructions to the people on board to prepare two
ropes ready to throw to them, they waited for a little time between the
ship and the shore for the ropes to be got ready, then they again
proceeded to the vessel, and succeeded in getting alongside; the rope
from the after end of the vessel was received into the boat; the rope
from the fore end had just been received and reeved in the ring at the
stern, and a few fathoms hauled into the boat; and the shipwrecked men
were preparing to descend, when a terrific knot of sea recoiling from
the resistance it met at the vessel's bow, threw the bow of the boat up
over end, and the bow-rope not holding, the boat was driven in that
position, with all her crew thrown into the stern, astern of the vessel,
into the rapid ebb-tide, which running into her, caused the boat to
capsize, and all the men were washed into the sea; they were carried
away by the tide.

"The accident was seen from the shore, and immediately the second
life-boat was launched from South Shields, and, with seventeen pilots on
board, proceeded with all possible despatch to the assistance of the
crew of the former boat; they found and rescued three, one had succeeded
in getting on board the brig, and thus only four out of the twenty-four
were saved.

"Nor were the crew of the stranded vessel forgotten; the third life-boat
from North Shields was launched; and notwithstanding the appalling
accident, a crew of seventeen brave fellows manned her instantly, and
proceeded alongside the _Betsy_, and brought all her crew, and the one
pilot who succeeded in getting on board her, safely ashore.

"The first life-boat which had turned end-over-end was washed ashore
bottom up; her great want was the self-righting principle."

Urged by the necessities of the case, which became daily more apparent,
the Duke of Northumberland, President of the National Life-boat
Society, organized a plan by which the intellect and experience of the
world at large should be encouraged to invent a life-boat, which should
be on all points as perfect as possible.

His Grace offered a premium of one hundred guineas for the best model of
a life-boat. The defects of the existing boats were pointed out as a
guide to inventors, they being chiefly:

"1. They do not upright themselves in the event of being upset.

"2. That they are too heavy to be readily launched or transported along
the coast in case of need.

"3. That they do not free themselves from water fast enough.

"4. That they are very expensive."

A committee was formed to examine, and report upon the models.

The offer of His Grace, and the conditions of the competition, were
published in October 1850, and no expense or pains were spared in making
them known.

The interest and excitement produced by the notice were deeply and
widely felt; the challenge was accepted by great numbers of
people--amateurs, to whom to invent a life-boat seemed a laudable and
holy ambition, vied with the boat-builders who had thoughts of
professional reputation to give a spur to their humanity--speedily in
all parts of England, and in many other parts of the world, busy minds
and skilful hands were at work.

In due time models came teeming in upon the committee in almost
overwhelming numbers.

Not content with asking for models of life-boats, the committee also
asked for information upon certain defined points, the models sent in
numbered no fewer than two hundred and eighty, while the answers to
inquiries were sufficient to fill five folio volumes of manuscript. As
for the models, every possible form and every possible principle seemed
to find its illustration.

There were boats designed upon the principle of Pontoons, of Catamarans,
of Rafts, Steamers, Paddle-box Boats, North Country Cobles--every
possible modification of the whaleboat, and of the ordinary boat; boats
made of wood, of tin, of galvanized corrugated iron, boats with cork
linings, with air-boxes, with water-ballast, with no ballast, tubular
boats, boats a series of tubs, a series of boxes; to be propelled by
oars, by sails, by paddle-wheels, by screws, to be worked by hand power,
by steam power, by atmospheric air.

The Committee might well feel overwhelmed at such a perfect rush of
ideas and designs thus suggested for their consideration; and as they
began to go into details, they found it almost impossible to decide
which model was best, where the elements of excellency were so varied
and so numerous, especially as they found that so large a number of the
boats presented such excellent combinations of different good qualities.

The committee therefore deemed it necessary to organize a regular
competitive examination, assigning marks to different necessary
qualifications, that they might thus be able to arrange the boats
presented in an order of merit, dependent upon their respective
combination of good qualities.

The following is the list of qualities that were required in the boats,
with the number of marks apportioned to each.

1st Quality. Rowing boat in all weathers                         20

2nd   "      Sailing boat in all weathers                        18

3rd   "      Sea boat, i.e., stability, safety, buoyancy forward
               for launching through surf                        10

4th   "      Means of freeing boat from water readily             8

5th   "      Extra buoyancy nature, amount, distribution,
               mode of application                                7

6th   "      Power of self-righting                               9

7th   "      Suitableness for beaching                            4

8th   "      Room for, and power of carrying passengers           6

9th   "      Moderate weight for transport along shore            3

10th  "      Protection from injury to bottom                     3

11th  "      Ballast, as iron 1, water 2, cork 3                  6

12th  "      Access to stem and stern                             3

13th  "      Tumbler heads for securing warps                     2

14th  "      Fenders, life-lines, &c.                             1

With their mode of examination thus fully organized, the Committee
patiently and carefully set about their interesting task, and after much
labour it was decided that the model presented by Mr. James Beeching, of
Great Yarmouth, possessed the best combination of necessary
qualifications, and to it was awarded eighty-six out of the one hundred
marks; and the inventor had the gratification of receiving the following
letters from the Duke of Northumberland, and from the Chairman of the
Life-boat Committee:--

     _Alnwick Castle,_ _13th August, 1851._


     It gives me much pleasure to send you a cheque for £105, as the
     prize for the best model of a life-boat.

     And I must thank you for the assistance you have given me and the
     Society for Saving Life from Shipwreck by that model, which will
     enable us to establish a better life-boat on the coast than those
     at present in use.

     Yours, &c.,


     _To Mr. James Beeching._

            *       *       *       *       *

     _Somerset House, London,_ _14th August, 1851._


     I have the gratification to acquaint you that the Committee
     appointed to examine the life-boat models sent to Somerset House,
     to compete for the premium offered by His Grace the Duke of
     Northumberland for the best model of a life-boat, have awarded the
     prize to your model.

     I am therefore directed by His Grace to transmit to you the
     enclosed cheque for £105, and the report of the Committee upon
     which the award was founded.

     Yours, &c.,


     Chairman of the Committee.

     _To Mr. James Beeching._

A fine boat, called the _Northumberland_, was speedily built by Mr.
Beeching, and she immediately commenced a more memorable career than has
ever fallen to the lot of any other boat--the stormy petrel of the
sea--the pioneer of a work not more glorious than much which had been
attempted, but which crowned almost every brave effort with abundant
success, where science aided sympathy with all the fruits of her skill,
so that the double cry of agony, where on the one hand there was
lamentation for the shipwrecked and lost, and on the other a cry, if
possible, even more piteous still, for those who perished in their
efforts to save the shipwrecked--a cry that had been too often heard,
was soon almost to cease from the land.

The early passage in the history of the _Northumberland_ seemed to
suggest that hers was to be a holiday existence, her career commenced
with a round of triumphant display and popularity. She visited various
parts of the coast, and all her properties were displayed, creating
everywhere confidence in her powers, and enthusiasm at the thought of
the stimulus to be given to the great work of saving life from
shipwreck, by the possession of such a noble and efficient boat.

There was a great gathering at Ramsgate to witness the first public
trial the boat was to be put through; naval officers, elder brethren of
the Trinity House, scientific men of all services were interested deeply
in the series of experiments to which she was to be subjected, for they
all fully realized how the question of life or death to thousands, yea,
in the course of time, to tens of thousands, was involved in the
problem, as to whether any boat could be found competent to resist all
the fury of a raging and broken sea.

The _Northumberland_ was manned, and first her stability was to be
tested; all her crew stood and jumped upon one gunwale, but failed to
upset her; her self-righting property was next to be tried; they brought
her under a crane, and passing a rope from her mast round her bottom,
gradually hauled her over, and she was bottom up; they let go the strain
on the rope, and in five seconds she had righted herself, and in twenty
seconds more she had emptied herself of water. Again she was to be
turned over, and this time fresh interest was to be excited in the
experiment, as Mr. Samuel Beeching, the son of the inventor and builder
of the boat, determined to show his confidence in her powers by being in
her when she was upset: slowly the strain is again put upon the rope
under-running the boat, and she gradually turns over, Mr. Beeching
clinging to the centre thwart the while; a moment's suspense, the boat
is keel up, and the brave man out of sight--scarcely time for a pang of
fear, when the boat comes round with a throb, and the man is seen
standing on the thwart, cheering in answer to the cheers with which the
success of the experiment and his re-appearance are greeted.

Now for a trial at sea, among the bright leaping waves, which seem full
of playfulness and glee, as if ready to greet her merrily, and to
whisper no word of the many deadly conflicts she must wage with them in
coming days, ere she shall snatch the spoil of human life from their
rage and strength.

Strong arms are at the oars, the good ash staves bend, and away she
shoots through the waves, holding her own successfully as other boats
race with her.

Her sailing powers must be tried, and a revenue-cutter accepts her
challenge; both bowl along with a fresh breeze bellying their sails, and
the life-boat behaves well and bravely, and proves also a success under

The breeze freshens, and there is a great bubble of leaping surf in the
broken water in the angle of the pier; an ordinary boat would speedily
be swamped there; but there the life-boat rides on the tumbling seas
like a thing of life; every experiment increases the confidence that her
crew and the lookers-on feel in the boat.

Seaward now for a sterner trial, and on the field where her numerous
future contests are to be fought, and her numerous victories gained; out
and away where the rolling seas break in upon the Goodwin Sands, and
where they fret into surf as they are checked in their race, and make
the sea white with the foam of their falling crests; away into the
tumbling seas, running the gauntlet of the leaping waves; away, and
away, she speeds round the north end of the Sands, then steers for the
North Foreland, until all her crew are perfectly delighted with her
powers, and return to describe the trip, and how she behaved, and the
confidence they have in her, that they would not hesitate to go in her
into any broken water whatever.

Great is the congratulation and gladness among the naval and scientific
men who are watching the experiments, and many thank God, that at last
the problem is solved--that a boat is found able to defy the broken
surf and raging waves--a fit and safe instrument in the hands of the
brave-hearted boatmen, who are ever ready to do and dare all that is
possible, in their efforts to save life from shipwreck.

The crew that went out in the boat made the following report:--

     To the Harbour Commissioners.

     "This is to certify that we have this day been to sea in the
     _Northumberland_ prize life-boat, and have had every opportunity of
     proving her sailing qualities; she has also been through a great
     deal of broken water and heavy sea, and we consider her, in the
     true sense of the word, perfectly qualified to encounter any bad
     weather when occasion might require her services, and we should be
     quite willing to go in her to any vessel in distress at any time."

The prize life-boat was purchased in December, 1851, for £250, by the
Trinity Board, for the use of the Royal Harbour at Ramsgate, with the
dread Goodwin Sands for her special cruising ground.

The trial of the life-boat became an especial feature at the various
regattas held round the coast. The interest in her became very general,
and a great move was given to the life-boat cause.

At Teignmouth they determined that the trial should be of a very
practical and somewhat sensational nature--a capsize out at sea! At
eleven o'clock one stormy morning the signal was given to man the
life-boat. In about one quarter of an hour she was making her way out
to sea, and then her crew endeavoured to capsize her; they had tried in
vain to do so in smooth water, would she defy their efforts in a rough
tumble of sea and heavy weather? They set all her sails and manoeuvred
in every way to upset her, but without effect, when, while she was
heeling over almost on her broadside, with all her sails full, the crew,
at a given signal, jumped on her lee-gunwale, and down on her broadside
she went; her sails were let go, and she righted at once, only two of
her crew were thrown out of her, and these, with their cork jackets on,
were bobbing up and down quite happily among the waves; they were soon
picked up, and the boat speedily on her way again, the men more pleased
and confident than ever in her wonderful powers.

But the National Life Boat Institution was not quite contented with the
prize life-boat; she had gained eighty-six marks out of the one hundred
in the competition of models; she was near perfection, but still could
be improved upon; and as the great aim of the Society was to obtain a
perfect boat, they would naturally not be content with anything less
than this desired perfection, a boat that should satisfy the judges to
the full in every particular, and thus merit the whole one hundred
marks, instead of the eighty-six.

Mr. Peake, the then assistant master-shipwright at the Royal Dockyard at
Woolwich, was appealed to. He made the matter his especial study. He
took the prize-boat as his model, and combining with it some of the best
qualities of the other boats, constructed a boat not differing much, or
in any essential point, from the prize one, but yet sufficiently an
improvement upon it to be pronounced as far as possible perfect on all
points; and it was at once adopted by the National Life Boat Institution
as the standard model life-boat.

The life-boat cause was now to know no further stay in its onward
course, the Committee was formed of thoroughly earnest and warm-hearted
men--men full of practical knowledge and warm sympathy. Moreover, the
Institution was blessed with as able and indefatigable a Secretary as an
Institution ever rejoiced in, this in the person of Mr. Richard Lewis,
Barrister-at-Law; the appeal to the public for sympathy and assistance
was general, and generally acknowledged.

The Society told of dangerous headlands, of treacherous sands and tides
all round the coast, of shipwrecks frequent, and deaths often occurring
for want of a life-boat, and of life-boats, faultless in construction,
only waiting the time when the Committee should have the means to place
them where needed; the funds grew as the wants were realized, and the
heart of the nation was warmed to the noble cause; the wreck-chart still
showed a dismal circumference of casualties round the coast, marking
dangerous points where many vessels had been lost; but the inner line of
defence began also to show itself on the map, and the marks of the
life-boat stations began year by year to confront more regularly the
signs of places where danger and shipwreck were most frequent.

But more of this, and the noble Life-boat Society, in the closing
chapter of the book. It is time that we launched our life-boat for its
real work. The waves are roaring on the Goodwin, the life-boat is at her
moorings in the harbour of Ramsgate, the brave boatmen--Storm Warriors
indeed--are on the watch, hour after hour through the stormy night
walking the Pier, and giving keen glances to where the Goodwin Sands are
white with the churning seething waves that leap high, and plunge and
foam amid the treacherous shoals and banks. Look! a flash is seen;
listen, in a few seconds, yes, there is the throb and boom of a distant
gun, a rocket cleaves the darkness; and now the cry--Man the life-boat!
Man the life-boat! Seaward Ho! Seaward Ho! But now in a boat efficient
on all points, whose only career shall be to save, and not to add victim
to victim, as she herself is overcome by the rage of the sea.



     "Ye mariners of England,
       That guard our native seas;
     Whose flag has braved a thousand years
       The battle and the breeze!
     Your glorious standard launch again
       To match another foe;
     And sweep through the deep,
       While the stormy winds do blow,
     While the battle rages loud and long
       And the stormy winds do blow."

It was a Sunday night, in the month of February, a few years ago, the
anxious boatmen, who kept a diligent watch, shrugged their shoulders as
they cast keen glances to windward, and declared that it was going to be
a very dirty night.

Heavy masses of cloud skirted the horizon as the sun set; and as the
night drew on, violent gusts of wind swept along, accompanied by

It was a dangerous time for vessels in the Channel, and it proved fatal
to one at least.

Before the light broke on Monday morning, the Margate lugger _Eclipse_
put out to sea to cruise round the shoals and sands in the neighbourhood
of Margate, on the look out for the victims of any disasters that might
have occurred during the night.

The crew soon discovered that a vessel was ashore on the Margate Sands,
and directly made for her. She proved to be the Spanish brig
_Samaritano_ of one hundred and seventy tons, bound from Antwerp to
Santander, and laden with a valuable and miscellaneous cargo.

Her crew consisted of the captain, Modesto Crispo, and eleven men; it
was during a violent squall of wind and snow that the vessel was driven
on the Sands, at about half-past five in the morning; the crew attempted
to get away from the vessel in the boats, but in vain, the oars were
broken in the attempt, and the boats stove in.

The lugger _Eclipse_, as she was running for the brig, spoke a
Whitstable fishing-smack, and borrowed two of her men and her boat. They
boarded the brig as the tide went down, and hoped to be able to get her
off the Sands at the next high water. For this purpose, six Margate
boatmen and the two Whitstable men were left on board.

But with the rising tide, the gale came on again in all its fury, and
the boatmen had speedily to give up every hope of saving the vessel.
They hoisted their boat on board to prevent her being swamped by the
seas which were breaking heavily, and all hands began to feel that it
was becoming a question, not of saving the vessel, but of saving their
own lives. The sea rushed furiously over the wreck, lifting her, and
then letting her fall with crushing violence upon the sands. Her timbers
did not long withstand this trial of their strength; a hole was quickly
knocked in her side, she filled with water, and settled down upon the

The waves began now to break with great force over the deck; the
lugger's boat was speedily knocked to pieces and swept overboard; the
hatches were forced up, and some of the cargo which floated on the deck
was at once washed away. The brig began to roll and labour fearfully, as
wave after wave broke against her, with a force that shook her from stem
to stern and threatened to throw her bodily upon her broadside; the men,
fearing this, cut the weather-rigging of the main mast, and the mast
soon broke off short with a great crash, and went over the side.

All hands now took refuge in the fore-rigging; nineteen men had then no
other hope between them and a terrible death than the few shrouds of the
shaking mast.

The wind beat against the poor fellows with hurricane force; each wave
that broke against the vessel sprang up in columns of foam and drenched
them to the skin; the air was full of spray and sleet, which froze upon
them as it fell.

The Margate boatmen were there, but the Margate lugger could not have
lived five minutes in the sea that surrounded the vessel; the Whitstable
smack would have been wrecked at once, if she had attempted to get near
the wreck, and thus the poor fellows, caught in a trap, had to be left
by their comrades to their fate, their only chance of escape being the
possibility of a life-boat coming to their rescue, and this before their
frail support should yield to the rush of wind and sea.

And resting in this hope they waited hour after hour, clinging to the
shrouds of the tottering mast; but no help came, until one and all
despaired of life.

In the meanwhile, news of the wreck had spread like wildfire through
Margate. In spite of the gale, and the blinding snow squalls, many of
the inhabitants struggled to the cliff, and with spy-glasses tried to
penetrate the scud, or to gain in the breaks of the storm some glimpses
of the wreck.

As soon as the peril the crew of the brig were in was known, the smaller
of the two Margate life-boats was manned and made to the rescue. As she
sailed out into the storm, the seas broke over her and filled her; this
her gallant crew heeded little at first, for they had every confidence
in her powers to ride safely through any storm, that her air-tight
compartments would prevent her from sinking; but to the astonishment of
the men they found that the boat was rapidly losing her buoyancy, and
fast becoming unmanageable; indeed she was filling with water, which
came up to the men's waists. The air-tight boxes had evidently filled;
and they remembered, too late, that the valves, with which each box is
provided to let out any water that may leak in, had been left unscrewed
in the excitement of starting. Their boat, with the air-tight
compartments filled with water, virtually ceased to be a life-boat, and
her crew had to struggle for their own safety. Although then within a
quarter of a mile of the brig, there was no help for it, they could make
no farther way against the storm; the boat was unmanageable, and the
only chance of life left to the boatmen themselves, was to run her
ashore on the nearest part of the coast. It was doubtful whether they
would be able to succeed even in this; and it was not until they had
battled for four hours with the sea and gale, that they were able to get
ashore in Westgate Bay.

There the coastguard were ready to receive them, and did their best to
revive the exhausted men. As soon as it was discovered at Margate that
the first life-boat was disabled, the large life-boat, the _Friend of
all Nations_, was got ready with every speed, and with much trouble
dragged round to the lee side of the pier, where it was launched. Away
she started, her brave crew doing all they could to battle with the
gale, and force their way out to the wreck; but all their efforts were
in vain; the tremendous wind was right against them; the sea completely
overpowered them, and prevented their beating to windward; the tiller
gave way, and after a hard struggle her crew had also to give up the
attempt, and this life-boat in turn was driven ashore about one mile
from the town. With both their life-boats wrecked, the Margate men
almost gave up all hopes of saving the crew of the vessel and the men
that were left on board; but this should not be the case until every
possible effort had been made; but it was with small hope for the
shipwrecked, and with much apprehension for the boats themselves, that
the people watched two luggers--the _Nelson_ and the _Lively_--undaunted
by the fate of the life-boats, stagger out mid the sweeping seas to the

The fate of one lugger, the _Nelson_, was soon settled; a fearful squall
of wind caught her before she had got many hundred yards clear of the
pier; it swept her foremast out of her, and her crew had to make every
possible effort to avoid being driven on the rocks, and there wrecked.

The _Lively_ was more fortunate; she beat her way out to sea, but found
so heavy a surf breaking over the Sands, that it was evidently
impossible to cross them, or to get near the wreck.

The Margate people became full of despair, and many a bitter tear was
shed for sympathy and for personal loss as they watched the wreck, and
thought of the poor fellows perishing slowly before their eyes,
apparently without any possibility of being saved.

A rumour spread among the crowd that the lieutenant of the coastguard
had sent an express off to Ramsgate, for the Ramsgate steamer and
life-boat; but this scarcely afforded any hope, as it was thought
impossible that the steamer and life-boat could make their way round the
North Foreland in the teeth of so tremendous a gale, or that, if they
did so, it was supposed impossible that either the ship could hold
together, or the crew live, exposed as they were in the rigging, during
the time it would of necessity take the steamer and boat to get to them.

We now change the scene to Ramsgate.

From an early hour on the Monday morning, groups of boatmen assembled
on the pier at Ramsgate; they were occasionally joined by some of the
more hardy among the townsmen, or by a stray visitor, attracted by the
wild scene that the storm presented.

The boatmen could faintly discern, in the intervals between the
snow-squalls, a few vessels in the distance, running before the gale,
and they were keenly on the watch for signals of distress, that they
might hasten to the rescue.

But no such signal was given.

Every now and then, as the wind boomed by, some landsmen suggested that
it was the report of a gun from one, or other, of the three
light-vessels, which guard the dangerous Goodwin Sands; but the boatmen
shook their heads, and those who with spy-glasses kept a look-out in the
direction of the light-vessels confirmed them in their disbelief.

About nine o'clock, tidings came to Ramsgate that a brig was ashore on
the Woolpack Sands off Margate. It was, of course, concluded that the
two Margate life-boats would go to the rescue; and although there was
much anxiety and excitement as to the result of the attempt the Margate
boatmen would certainly make, no one had the least idea that the
services of the Ramsgate life-boat would be required. But shortly after
twelve a coastguard man from Margate hastened breathless to the pier,
and to the harbour-master's office, saying, in answer to eager inquiries
as he hurried on, that the two Margate life-boats had been wrecked, and
that the Ramsgate boat was wanted.

The harbour-master immediately gave orders, "Man the life-boat."

No sooner had the words passed from his lips than the boatmen, who had
crowded round the door in anticipation of the order, rushed away to the

First come, first in; not a moment's hesitation, not a thought of
further clothing; they will go as they are, rather than not go at all.
The news rapidly spreads; each boatman as he heard it, hastily snatched
up his bag of waterproof overalls, and south-wester cap, and rushed down
to the boat; and for some time boatman after boatman was to be seen
racing down the pier, hoping to find a place still vacant; if the race
had been to save their lives, rather than to risk them, it would hardly
have been more hotly contested.

Some of those who had won the race and were in the boat, were ill
prepared with clothing for the hardships they would have to endure, for
if they had not their waterproofs at hand they did not delay to get
them, fearing that the crew might be made up before they got to the
boat. But these men were supplied by the generosity of their
disappointed friends, who had come down better prepared, but too late
for the enterprise; the famous cork jackets were thrown into the boat
and at once put on by the men.

The powerful steam-tug, well named the _Aid_, that belongs to the
harbour, and has her steam up night and day ready for any emergency that
may arise, speedily got her steam to full power, and with her brave and
skilful master, Daniel Reading, in command, took the boat in tow, and
together they made their way out of the harbour. James Hogben, who, with
Reading, has been in many a wild scene of danger, was coxswain, and
steered and commanded the life-boat.

It was nearly low water at the time, but the force of the gale was such
as to send a good deal of spray dashing over the pier; the snow fell in
blinding squalls, and drifted and eddied in every protected nook and
corner. It was hard work for the excited crowd of people, who had
assembled to see the life-boat start, to battle their way through the
drifts and against the wind, snow, and foam to the head of the pier; but
there at last they gathered, and many a one felt his heart fail as the
steamer and boat cleared the protection of the pier, and encountered the
first rush of wind and sea outside. "She seemed to go out under water,"
said one old fellow; "I would not have gone out in her for the
universe." And those who did not know the heroism and determination that
such scenes call forth in the breasts of the boatmen, could not help
wondering much at the eagerness which had been displayed to get a place
in the boat--and this although the hardy fellows knew that the two
Margate life-boats had been wrecked in the attempt to get the short
distance which separated the wreck from Margate; while they would have
to battle their way through the gale for ten or twelve miles before they
could get even in sight of the vessel.

It says nothing against the daring or skill of the Margate boatmen,
that they failed. In such a gale they could not get to windward against
wind and tide, success therefore was almost impossible without the aid
of steam; with a steam-boat to tow them into position for dashing in
upon the Sands, the Margate boats would in all probability have
succeeded; without such assistance the Ramsgate boat would have
certainly failed. As soon as the steamer and boat got clear of the
Ramsgate pier, they felt the full force of the storm, and it seemed
almost doubtful whether they could make any progress against it. They
slowly worked their way out of the full strength of the tide, as it
swept round the head of the pier, and then began to move ahead a little
more rapidly, and were soon ploughing their way through a perfect sea of

The steamer with its engines working full power, plunged heavily along;
wave after wave broke over its bows, sent its spray flying over the
funnel and mast, and deluged the deck with a tide of water, which, as it
rushed aft, gave the men enough to do to hold on.

The life-boat was towing astern with fifty fathom of five-inch hawser
out, an enormously strong rope about the thickness of a man's wrist. Her
crew already experienced the dangers and discomforts, that they were
ready to endure, perhaps, for many hours, and without a murmur, in order
to save life.

There was anxiety and fear, but the one thought of anxiety and fear was,
as to whether they could possibly be in time to save the lives of the
poor fellows, who must, for so many hours, have been clinging to a
shattered wreck. It would be hard to give a description to enable one to
realize the position of the men in the boat, as they were being towed
along by the steamer. The use of a life-boat is, that it will float and
live, where other boats would of necessity be swamped, upset, and
founder; they are made for, and generally only used on, occasions of
extreme danger and peril, for terrible storms and wild seas.

The water flows into the boat, and over it, and it still floats: some
huge wave will break over it, and for a moment bury it, but it rises in
its buoyancy and shakes itself free; beaten down on its broadside by the
waves and wind, it struggles hard, and soon rises again on an upright
keel, and defies them to do their worst; and even if some mighty breaker
should come rushing along, catch her in its curling arms, and bodily
upset her, only for a few seconds would the triumph last, the boat would
speedily right again, sitting like an ark of refuge in the boiling sea
of foam, while her crew, upheld by their cork jackets, would be floating
and struggling around her, until one after another would manage to
regain her sides, and clamber in over her low gunwale at the waist, and
shortly she would be speeding away again on her life errand. Such were
the qualities of the noble boat, which we are watching, while she is
urging her way through the dismal seas, while a dozen poor fellows, some
nine or ten miles off, are hanging to the shaking shrouds of a tottering
mast, the waves that are breaking over them threatening every moment to
be their tomb.

Away! away, then, brave boat! gallant crew! God grant you good

Since the moment of clearing the pier, the waves that broke over the
boat filled her time after time, and did everything but drown her. The
men were up to their knees in water; they bent forward as much as they
could, each with a firm hold upon the boat.

The spray and waves rushed over them, and as they beat continuously upon
their backs, although they could not penetrate their waterproof
clothing, still they chilled them to the bone, for, as the spray fell,
it froze, indeed so bitter was the cold that the men's mittens were
frozen to their hands.

After a tremendous struggle the steamer seemed to be making head against
the storm; they were well clear of the pier and getting on gallantly.
They made their way through the Cud Channel, and had passed between the
black and white buoys, so well known to Ramsgate visitors, when a
fearful sea came heading towards them. It met and broke over the
steamer, buried her in foam, and swept along.

The life-boat rose to it, for a moment hung with her bows high in air,
and then as she felt the strain of the tow-rope, plunged bodily into the
wave, and was almost altogether under water; the men were nearly washed
out of her, but at that moment the tow-rope broke, the wave threw the
boat back with a jerk, and as the strain of the rope suddenly ceased,
the boat fell across the seas which swept in rapid succession over her,
and seemed completely at their mercy. Oars out! oars out! was the cry,
and the men, as soon as they could get breath, got them out, and began
to make every effort to get the boat round again, head to wind, but in
vain, the waves tossed the oars up, the wind caught the blades, and it
was as much as the men could do to keep them in their hands. The gale
was too heavy for them, and they drifted rapidly before wind and tide
towards the Brake Shoal, which was directly under their lee, and over
which the seas were rushing with great violence. But the steamer, which
throughout was handled most admirably, both as regards skill and
bravery, was put round as swiftly as possible, and very cleverly brought
within a few yards to windward of the boat, as she lay athwart the sea.

The men on board the steamer threw a hauling line on board the boat to
which was attached a bran new hawser, and again took the boat in tow.

The tide was still flowing, and as it rose, the wind came up in heavier
and heavier gusts, bringing with it a blinding snow and sleet, which,
with the spray, still freezing as it fell, swept over the boat, till the
men looked, as one said at the time, like a body of ice.

The men could not look to windward for the drifting snow and blinding
seas which were continually rushing over them, they only knew that the
strong steamer was plunging along, taking all as it came, for they felt
the strain on the rope; thus they realized that each moment's suffering
and peril brought them nearer to their poor perishing fellow-sailors;
and not one heart failed, not one repented of winning the race to the

Off Broadstairs, they suddenly felt the way of the boat stop. The rope
broken again, was the first thought of all; but on looking round as they
were enabled to do, as the boat was no longer being dragged through the
seas; they discovered to their utter dismay that the steamer had
stopped; they thought that her machinery had broken down, and at once
despaired of saving the lives of the shipwrecked, for with the wind as
it was, it would be long hours before they could beat up against the
gale, and get to the Sands, on which they were told the wreck lay; a
moment's suspense and they discovered, to their gladness, that the
steamer had merely stopped to let out more cable, fearful that it might
break again in the struggle that was before them, as they fought their
way round the North Foreland.

Another hour's hard struggle, and they reached the North Foreland. There
the sea was running tremendously high--the gale was still increasing;
the snow, sleet, and spray, rushed by with hurricane speed.

Although it was only early in the afternoon, the air was so darkened by
the storm that it seemed a dull twilight. The captain of the boat was
steering; he peered out between his collar and cap, but looked in vain
for the steamer. He knew that she was all right, for the rope kept
taught; but many times, although she was only a hundred yards ahead, he
could see nothing of her, still less able were the men on board the
steamer to see the life-boat.

Often did they anxiously look astern, and watch for a break in the drift
and scud to see that she was all right; for although there could be no
doubt as to the strain upon the rope, she might be towing along bottom
up, or have all her men washed out of her, for all they could tell. The
master of the steamer watched the seas, which broke over the _Aid_,
making her stagger again, as they rushed towards the life-boat, and
several times the fear that she was gone came over him. But steamer and
life-boat still battled successfully against the storm.

As soon as they were round the North Foreland, the snow squall cleared
and they sighted Margate; all anxiously looked for the wreck, but
nothing of her could they see. They saw a lugger riding just clear of
the pier, with foremast gone, and anchor down to prevent her being
driven ashore by the gale. They next sighted the Margate life-boat
driven ashore and abandoned in Westgate Bay, looking a complete wreck,
the waves beating over her. A little beyond this they caught sight of
the second life-boat, also washed ashore; and then they learnt to
realize to the full the gallant efforts that had been made to save the
shipwrecked, and the destruction that had been wrought as effort after
effort had been overcome by the fury of the storm. But where was the
wreck? Had she been beaten to pieces, all lives lost, and were they too
late? A heavy mass of cloud and snowstorm rolled on to windward of them
in the direction of the Sands off Margate, and they could not make out
any signs of the wreck there.

There was just a chance that it was the Woolpack Sand that she was on.
They thought it the more likely, as the first intelligence of the wreck
that came to Ramsgate declared that such was the case; and accordingly
they determined to make for the Woolpack Sand, which was about three
miles farther on; they had scarcely decided upon this, when,
providentially, there was a break in the drift of the snow to windward,
and they suddenly caught sight of the wreck. But for this sudden
clearance in the storm they would, as we have said, have proceeded
farther on, and some hours must have passed before they could have found
out their mistake and got back again, and by that time every soul of the
poor shipwrecked crew must have perished.

The master of the steamer made out the flag of distress flying in the
rigging of the vessel, the ensign union downwards; she, doubtlessly, was
the wreck of which they were in search.

But still it was a question how they could get to her, for she was on
the other side of the Sand. To tow the boat round the Sand would take a
long time in the face of such a gale; and for the boat to make across
the Sand seemed almost impossible, so tremendous was the sea that was
running over it.

Nevertheless there was no hesitation on the part of the life-boat crew.
It seemed a forlorn hope, a very rushing upon destruction, to attempt to
force the boat under canvas through such a surf and sea; but they looked
at the tottering wreck; they felt how any moment might be the last to
the poor fellows clinging to her, and they could not bear to think of
the delay that would be occasioned by their going round the Sands.

Without hesitation, therefore, they cast off the tow-rope, and were
about setting sail, when they found that the tide was running so
furiously that they must be towed at least three miles to the eastward
before they would be sufficiently far to windward to make certain of
fetching the wreck.

It was a hard struggle to get the tow-rope on board again, tossed about
as they were by the tumbling seas, and a bitter disappointment to all,
that an hour, or more, of their precious time must be consumed before
they could possibly get to the rescue of their endangered brother
seamen; but there was no help for it, and away again they went in tow of
the steamer. The snow-squall came on again, and they lost sight of the
wreck, but all kept an anxious look-out, and now and then, in a break in
the squall, they could catch a glimpse of her. They could see that she
was almost buried in the waves which broke over her in great clouds of
foam, and again many and weary were the doubts and speculations, as to
whether any on board of her could still be alive. For twenty minutes or
so they battled steadily on against wind and tide.

The gale, which had been increasing since the morning, came on heavier
than ever, and roared like thunder over head; the sea was running so
furiously and meeting the life-boat with such tremendous force that the
men had to cling on their hardest not to be washed out of her, and at
last the new tow-rope could no longer resist the increasing strain, and
suddenly parted with a tremendous jerk; there was no thought of picking
up the cable again--they could stand no further delay, and one and all
of her crew rejoiced to hear the captain of the life-boat give orders to
set sail.



     Now set the teeth, and stretch the nostril wide;
     Hold hard the breath, and bend up every spirit
     To his full height! On, on, you noble English,
     Whose blood is set from fathers of war-proof!
     Fathers that, like so many Alexanders,
     Have, in these parts, from morn till even fought.

     "King Henry V."--_Shakespeare._

Harder still the gale, and the rush of the sea and the blinding snow.
The storm was at its height. As the life-boat headed for the Sands, a
darkness, as of night, seemed to settle down upon the men; they could
scarcely see each other; but on through the raging sea and blinding
storm they drove the gallant boat. As they approached the shallow water,
the high part of the Sand, where the heaviest waves were breaking, they
could see spreading itself before them, standing out in the gloom, a
white, gleaming, barrier wall of foam; for there as the rushing waves
broke, they clashed together in their recoil, and mounted up in columns
of foam, their heavier volume falling, and their crests caught by the
wind and carried away in white streaming clouds of spray, while the
fearful roar of the beat of the waves could be heard above the gale.

But still straight for the breakers the men made. No faltering, no
hesitation, brows knit, teeth clenched, hands ready, and hearts firm,
and into it with a cheer.

The boat, although under the smallest sail she could carry--a double
reefed fore-sail and mizen--was driven on by the hurricane force of the
wind, on through the outer range of breakers she plunged, and then came
indeed a struggle for life.

The waves no longer rolled on in foaming ranks, but leapt, and clashed,
and battled together in a raging boil of sea. They broke over the boat,
the surf poured in first on one side of the boat, and then on the other,
as she rolled to starboard and port, wildly tossed from side to side.
Some waves rushed bodily over the boat, threatening to sweep every man
out of her. Look out, my men! hold on! hold on! was the cry. When they
saw some huge breaker heading towards them like an advancing wall, then
the men threw themselves breast down on the thwart, curled their legs
under it, clasped it with all their force with both arms, held their
breath hard, and clung on for very life against the tear and wrestle of
the wave, while the rush of water poured over their backs and heads, and
buried them in its flood. Down, down, beneath the weight of the water,
the men and boat sank; but only for a moment; the splendid boat rose in
her buoyancy, and freed herself of the seas, which for a moment had
overcome her and buried her, and her crew breathed again; and a
struggling cry of triumph rises from them. Well done, old boat! well
done! all right! all right! Yes, all hands here, no one washed out of
her; and with a quick glance of mutual congratulation they look at each
other, and rejoice that all are safe, scarce time for a word. "Now she
goes through it, now she's forging ahead! keep a tight hold, my boys!" A
moment's lull, as she glided on the crest of some huge wave, or only
smaller ones tried their strength against her; then again the monster
fellows came heading on, again the warning cry was given; look out! hold
on! hold on! and the men crouched, and clung, and struggled for their
lives, while the wild waves rushed over the boat.

Thus until they got clear of the Sands the fearful struggle was again
and again repeated; but at last it was for a time over, they had burst
through the belt of raging surf and got again into deep water. They had
then only the huge rolling waves and less broken tumble of sea to
contend with; this, in such a furious gale of wind, was bad enough, and
almost more than any other kind of boat could have endured, but little
in comparison to what they had just gone through, and escaped from.

The boat was now put before the wind, and every man in her was on the
look-out for the wreck. For a time it remained so thick that there was
no possibility of finding her, when again a second time a sudden break
in the storm revealed her: she was about half a mile to leeward.

They shifted the foresail with great difficulty, and again made in for
the Sands towards the vessel. The appearance of the wreck as they
approached her made even the stoutest among them shudder.

She had settled down by the stern in the Sands, the uplifted bow being
the only part of the hull that was to be seen; the sea was making a
clear breach over her.

The mainmast was gone, her foresail, and foretopsail were blown adrift,
and great columns of foam were mounting up, flying over her foremast and
bow. They saw a Margate lugger lying at anchor just clear of the Sands,
and made close to her. As they shot by they could just make out, mid the
roar of the storm, a loud hail, eight of our men on board! and on they
flew, and in a few minutes were in a sea that would instantly have
swamped the lugger, noble and powerful boat though she was.

Approaching the wreck, it was with terrible anxiety they strained their
sight, trying to discover if there were still any men left in the
tangled mass of rigging, over which the sea was breaking so furiously.
By degrees they made them out. "I see a man's head, look! one is waving
his arm."--"I make out two! three! why the rigging is full of the poor
fellows;" and with a cheer of triumph, at being yet in time, the
life-boat crew settled to their work.

The wreck of the mainmast, and the tremendous wash of sea over the
vessel, prevented their going to the lee of the wreck. This increased
their danger tenfold, as the result proved.

When about forty yards from the wreck, they lowered their sails, and
cast the anchor over the side. The moment for which the boat had so
gallantly battled for four hours, and the shipwrecked had waited almost
in despair for eight hours, had at last arrived.

No cheering! no shouting in the boat now, no whisper beyond the
necessary orders; the risk and suspense are too terrible! yard by yard,
the cable is cautiously payed out, and the great rolling seas are
allowed to carry the boat, little by little, nearer to the vessel. The
waves break over the boat, for a moment bury it, and then as the sea
rushes on, and breaks upon the wreck, the spray, flying up, hides the
men lashed to the rigging from the boatman's sight. They hoist up a
corner of the sail to let the boat sheer in; all are ready; a huge wave
lifts them. Pay out the cable! sharp, men! sharp! the coxswain shouts;
belay all! The cable was let go a few yards by the run, and the boat is
alongside the wreck. With a cry, three men jump into the boat and are
saved! All hands to the cable! haul in hand over hand, for your lives,
men, quick, the coxswain cries; for he sees a tremendous wave rushing in
swiftly upon them. They haul in the cable, draw the boat a little from
the wreck, the wave passes and breaks over the vessel; if the life-boat
had been alongside she would have been dashed against the wreck, and
perhaps capsized, or washed over, and utterly destroyed. Again the men
watch the waves, and as they see a few smaller ones approaching, let the
cable run again, and get alongside; this time they are able to remain a
little longer by the vessel; and one after another, thirteen of the
shipwrecked men unlash themselves from the rigging and jump into the
boat, when again they draw away from the vessel in all haste, and avoid
threatened destruction.

"Are they all saved?" No! three of the vessel's crew, Spaniards, are
still left in the rigging; they seem almost dead, and scarcely able to
unlash themselves, and crawl down the shrouds and await the return of
the boat.

Again the boat is alongside, and this time the peril is greater than
ever. They must place the boat close to the vessel, for the men are too
weak to make any spring to reach her; they must remain alongside for a
longer time, for two life-boatmen must get on to the wreck and lift the
men on board; but, as before, they go coolly, quietly, and determinedly
to work; the cable is veered out, the sail manoeuvred to make the boat
sheer, and again she is alongside; the men are seized by their arms and
clothing, and dragged into the boat.

The last one left is the cabin-boy; he seems entangled in the rigging.
The poor little fellow had a canvas bag of trinkets and things, he was
taking as presents to the loved ones at home, and all through the
howling storm, the rush and beat of the waves, as he held on exhausted
and half dead to the shrouds, he still thought of those loved friends,
and clung to the canvas bag.

God only knows whether the loved ones at home were thinking of, and
praying for him, and whether it was in answer to their prayers and those
of many others that the life-boat then rode alongside that wreck, an ark
of safety mid the raging seas.

They shout, the boy lingers still, his half-dead hands cannot free the
bag from the entangled rigging. A moment and all are lost; a boatman
makes a spring, seizes the lad with a strong grasp, and tears him down
from the rigging into the boat--too late, too late; they cannot get away
from the vessel; a tremendous wave rushes on: hold hard all, hold
anchor! hold cable! give but a yard, and all are lost! The boat lifts,
is washed into the fore-rigging, the sea passes, and she settles down
again upon an even keel! Thank God! If one stray rope of all the torn
and tangled rigging of the vessel had caught the boat's rigging, or one
of her spars--if the boat's keel or cork fenders had caught in the
shattered gunwale, she would have turned over, and every man in her been
shaken into the sea to speedy and certain death. Thank God, it is not
so, and once more they are safe.

The boat is very crowded; she has her own crew of thirteen on board, six
of the Margate boatmen and two Whitstable fishermen, who were left on
the vessel, the captain, mate, eight seamen and the boy; thus,
thirty-two souls in all form her precious freight.

The life-boatmen at once, without a second's delay, haul in the cable as
fast as possible, and draw up to the anchor to get clear of the wreck,
for they must get some distance away before they dare let go their
cable, or with the wind and seas setting directly towards the vessel
they would be driven upon her, unless they had plenty of room to sail by

An anxious time it is, as they draw up to the anchor; at last they are
pretty clear, and hoist the sail to draw still farther away before they
let go.

There is no thought of getting the anchor up in such a gale and sea.

"She draws away," cries the captain of the boat, "pay out the cable;
stand by to cut it; pass the hatchet forward; cut the cable, quick, my
men, quick." There is a moment's delay, a delay by which indeed all
their lives are saved; a few strong blows with the hatchet, and the
cable would have been parted. A boatman takes out his knife, and begins
gashing away at the hawser. Already one strand out of the three, which
form the strong rope, is severed; when a fearful gust of wind sweeps by,
the boat heels over almost on her side--a crash is heard, and the mast
and sail are blown clean out of the boat.

Never was a moment of greater peril. Away in the rush of the wave the
boat is carried straight for the wreck; the cable is payed out and is
slack; they haul it in as fast as they can, but on they are carried
swiftly, apparently to certain destruction. Let them hit the wreck full,
and the next wave must throw the boat bodily upon it, and all her crew
will be swept at once into the sea; let them but touch the wreck, and
the risk is fearful; on they are carried, the stem of the boat just
grazes the bow of the vessel, they must be capsized by the bowsprit and
entangled in the wreckage; some of the crew are ready for a spring into
the bowsprit to prolong their lives a few minutes, the others are all
steadily, eagerly, quietly, hauling in upon the cable might and main, as
the only chance of safety to the boat and crew; one moment more and all
are gone, one more haul upon the cable, a fathom or so comes in by the
run, and at that moment it mercifully taughtens and holds; all may yet
be safe, another yard or two and the boat would have been dashed to

They again haul in the cable, and draw the boat away as rapidly as they
can from the wreck, but they do it with a terrible dread, for they
remember the cut strand of the rope. Will the remaining two strands
hold? The strain is fearful, each time that the boat lifts to a wave,
the cable tightens and jerks, and they think it breaking; but it still
holds, and a thrill of joy passes through the heart of all, as they hear
that the cut part of the rope is safely in the boat.

But the danger is not even yet over: all this time the mast and sail
have been dragging over the side of the boat; it is with great
difficulty that they get them on board.

The mast had been broken short off about three feet from the heel.

They chop a new heel to it, and rig it up as speedily as they can, but
it takes long to do so; for the boat is lying in the trough of the sea,
and the waves are constantly breaking over her; moreover, she is so
crowded that the men can scarcely move, and the gale is blowing as hard
as ever.

For the poor Spaniards, as they cling to each other, the terrors of
death seem scarcely passed away; they know nothing of the properties of
the life-boat, and cannot believe that it will live long in such a sea.
As the waves beat over the boat and fill it, they imagine that she will
founder, and each time that the great rolling seas launch themselves at
her they cling to each other, expecting that she will capsize; besides,
the poor fellows' nerves are not in a very good state; for eight hours
they have been in great danger, for a large portion of that time in
momentary expectation of death, during the four hours they were lashed
to the rigging of the wreck, with the life nearly beaten and frozen out
of them by the constant rush of sea and of spray, and by the bitter

One of the Spaniards seeing a life-belt lying down, which one of the
crew had thrown off in the hurry of his work, sits upon it by way of
making himself doubly safe. But the work goes on. At last the mast is
fitted and raised. No unnecessary word is spoken all this time, for the
life and death struggle is not yet over; nor, indeed, can it be before
they are well away from the neighbourhood of the wreck. Now, as they
hoist the sail, the boat gradually draws away; the cable is again payed
out little by little; as soon as they are well clear of the vessel they
cut it, and away they sail. The terrible suspense is over when each
moment was a moment of fearful risk. It had lasted from the time when
they let go the anchor to the time when they got clear of the
vessel--about one hour. The men could now breathe freely, their faces
brighten, and from one and all there arises spontaneously a pealing
cheer. They are no longer face to face with death, and thankfully and
joyfully they sail away from the sands, the breakers, and the wreck.

The gale was still at its height, but the peril they were in then seemed
nothing to what they had gone through, and had happily left behind. In
the great reaction of feeling, the freezing cold and sleet, the driving
wind, and foam, and sea, were all forgotten; and they felt as
light-hearted as if they were out on a pleasant summer's cruize. They
could at last look round and see who they had in the boat, speak hearty
words of congratulation to the Margate and Whitstable men, some of whom
they knew, and strive by a good deal of broken English, and slaps on the
back, and shaking of hands, to cheer up the Spanish sailors, and to let
them know how glad they are to have saved them. They then proceeded in
search of the steamer, which, after casting the life-boat adrift, made
for shelter to the back of the Hook Sand, not far from the Reculvers,
and there waited, her crew anxiously on the look-out for the return of
the life-boat.

As they were making for the steamer, the lugger _Eclipse_ came in chase
to hear whether they had succeeded in saving all hands, and especially,
whether all the men of her crew were saved. They welcomed the glad
tidings with three cheers for the life-boat crew, and made in for the
land. Soon after, the Whitstable smack made towards them upon a similar
errand, and her crew were equally rejoiced to hear that their
ship-mates with all hands were safe. It was too rough, a great deal, for
the men to be taken on board the smack; and so she, after speaking them,
tacked in for the land.

The night was coming on apace; it was not until they had run three or
four miles that they sighted the steamer; and when they got alongside
her it was a difficult matter to get the saved crew on board. The sea
was raging, and the gale blowing as much as ever, and the steamer rolled
and pitched heavily; the poor shipwrecked fellows were too exhausted to
spring for the steamer as the opportunities occurred, and had to be
almost lifted on board, one poor fellow being hauled on board by a rope.
Again the boat was taken in tow, almost all her crew remaining in her,
and they commenced their return home. The night was very dark and clear;
the sea and gale had lost none of their force; and until the steamer and
boat had got well round the North Foreland, the struggle to get back was
just as great as it had been to get there.

Once round the Foreland the wind was well on the quarter, and they made
easier way; light after light opened to them; Kingsgate and Broadstairs
were passed, and at last the Ramsgate pier-head light shone out with its
bright welcome, and the men began to feel that their work was nearly

A telegram had been sent from Margate in the afternoon, stating that the
Ramsgate life-boat had been seen to save the crew; but nothing more had
been heard. The boatmen had calculated the time when they thought the
steamer and life-boat might both be back; and the fearful violence of
the storm suggested some sad occasion for the delay. As hour after hour
grew on, the anxiety increased; real alarm was beginning to be felt by
all, and a keen watch was kept for the first appearance of the steamer
and boat round the edge of the cliff.

As the tide went down, and the sea broke less heavily over the pier, the
men could venture farther along it, until, by the time of the boat's
return, they were enabled to assemble at the end of the pier, and there
a large and anxious crowd gathered. The anxiety of all was increased by
the suggestions and speculations of disasters, which always present
themselves at a time of suspense and apprehension; and so, when the
steamer was announced with the life-boat in tow, the reaction was great,
and the watchers shouted for very joy.

And as the "Storm Warriors" entered the harbour waving the strong right
arms that had worked so well, and shouted, "All saved!" "All saved!" and
the flags of triumph were seen flying out in the gale. Cheer after cheer
broke from the crowd as they welcomed home from the dread battle-field
those who had fought and conquered, and now bore with them as trophies
of their victory, nineteen men; fellow-sailors, whose lives had been
saved from a terrible and certain death. And many cheered again as they
thought of the number who would have had life-long cause to mourn, if
these poor fellows had perished. Parents, wives, children--what a group
they would seem if they could be pictured watching the saved ones
return; what words, and looks, and tears of thanks where feelings are
too deep for words, for the Storm Warriors, and for the life-boat cause,
and for the generous English people who placed such boats at the
disposal of such brave hearts and strong hands--of men ready to dare all
and to do all that men can do to rescue the perishing from death.

Think only of the group that may possibly welcome back the little pale,
exhausted cabin-boy, their hearts as warm as his, their love as deep as
his--as his, which made that little canvas bag full of simple presents
so dear to him that he held to it through all the many hours of the
storm; that made it his first thought when the wild seas rushed over the
vessel, and the crew had to take to the rigging; love that made him,
when grown men thought only of their own lives, rush to his chest and
seize his treasure, and all through the wild gale cling to it; cling to
it still, though the winds in their bitter cold froze him through and
through, and the seas beat over him hour after hour. Think of the faces
that may have seemed to peer at him out of the darkness of the storm. A
loving-hearted father ready to thank him for the tobacco-box; a mother
for that wonderful brooch; a little dark-eyed brother for the knife with
four blades, and a little sister for the little very blue-eyed doll with
such rosy cheeks. No, he could not let the bag go, and so it nearly cost
him his life, and by the delay his clinging to it caused, nearly cost
all the brave men their lives also; but the good God would not let so
much simple love work so much disaster, and the loving ones shall see
him again, and perhaps he will stand, and perhaps each of his
fellow-sailors will stand, in the centre of some tearful group, who
again and again will weep, and thank God, as they are told of the wreck,
and the hours of peril, and the waiting for death, and the hopeless
despair, and the strange wonderful boat that came in through the storm;
and how they were saved, when they never thought to see home again. And
often shall the brave boatmen be blessed and thanked by grateful hearts,
and the life-boat cause not forgotten. I repeat the picture that we may
learn to think much of the sailor's arrival home, as well of his being
saved from the wreck, and thus learn to appreciate the more the value
and the mercy of life-boat work.

But to return. The Spanish sailors had, by the time they reached the
harbour, somewhat recovered under the care of the life-boat crew, and
were further well cared for, and supplied with clothes by the care of
the Spanish consul. And the hardy English boatmen did not take long to
recover from their exposure and fatigues, fearful as they had been.

The Spanish captain, in speaking of the rescue, was almost overcome by
his feelings of gratitude and wonder. He had quite made up his mind for
death; he felt that the wreck could not by any possibility hold together
much longer; every moment he expected a final crash; and all his
experience taught him that it was impossible for any boat to come to
their rescue in such a fearful sea. His experience of the life-boat was
new, and not easily to be forgotten.

He had a painting made of the rescue to take with him and show to the
Spanish Government. It is pleasing to be able to wind up this story with
stating, that the English Board of Control acknowledged the bravery and
exertions of the men engaged in the rescue, by presenting to each of
them 2_l._ and a medal, and that the Spanish Government also gratefully
acknowledged the heroic exertions of the men, by granting to each a
medal and 3_l._



       "God help the poor fellows at sea!"
     Far away inland, when tempests blow
       Wild through the dark'ning night,
     We list to the roar of the winds as they go
       On their hurricane steeds to the fight;
     For the hosts of the storm-king are gathering fast
       Where the white-crested waters flee,
     And our heart breathes this prayer, as he rushes past,
     On the wings of the northern howling blast,--
       "God help the poor fellows at sea!"

     _C. T._

"God have mercy upon the poor fellows at sea!" Household words these, in
English homes, however far inland the homes may be; and although near
these homes the sea may have no better representative than a sedge
choked river, or canal, along which slow barges urge a lazy way.

For when the storm-wrack darkens the sky, and gales are abroad, seaward
fly the sympathies of English hearts, and the prayer is uttered, and in
many cases, in this sea-loving island of ours, with very special
reference to some loved and absent sailor. It is those, however, who
live near the sea-shore, and watch the warfare going on in all its
terrible reality, that learn the more truly to realize the fearful
nature of the struggles for life that go on round our coasts; and who
learn as the wild gales rave to find an answer to the murmurings of the
fierce blast, in the prayer, "God have mercy upon the poor fellows at
sea;" and this especially as they welcome ashore, as wrested from death,
some rescued sailor, or mourn over those who have found a sudden grave
almost within call of land.

It is a pretty picture enough from Ramsgate Pier, when fifty or a
hundred sail are in sight within two or three miles of land, and the day
is sunny, and the sea bright, and a good wholesome breeze is bowling
along; but anxious withal, when the clouds are gathering, and the fleet
of vessels are seeking to make the best of their way to find shelter in
the Downs: and a south-westerly gale moans up, and the last of the fleet
are caught by it, and have to anchor in exposed places, and you watch
them riding heavily, making bad weather, the seas every now and then
flying over them. It is winter time, and the weather stormy; day after
day brings into the harbour fresh evidences of the deadly contest that
rages out at sea--vessels towed in disabled, with bulwarks washed away,
masts over the side, bows stove in, or leaky, having been in collision,
touched the ground or been struck by a sea; who at such times can
withhold their interest or sympathy? the veriest landsmen grow excited,
and make daily pilgrimages to the pier, to see how the vessels under
repairs are getting on, or what new disasters have occurred.

But it is at night-time especially that your thoughts take a more
solemn and anxious turn. As you settle down by the fireside for a quiet
evening, you remember the ugly appearance the sky had some two or three
hours before, when you stood watching the scene from the end of the
pier. You felt that mischief was brewing, as the gusts of wind swept by
with increasing force, and you looked out upon a troubled sea that every
minute seemed to grow more white and raging.

The Downs anchorage was full of shipping; a few vessels had parted their
cables, and had to run for it, while the luggers, heavily laden with
chains and anchors, staggered out of the harbour to supply them: other
ships made for the harbour; you almost shuddered as you looked down upon
them from the pier, and saw them in the grasp of the sea, rolling and
plunging, with the waves surging over their bows. Another minute's
battle with the tide, you heard the orders shouted out, you saw the men
rushing to obey them--the pilot steady at the wheel, and you could
scarce forbear a cheer as ship after ship shot by the pier-head and
found refuge in the harbour.

Altogether it was a wild exciting scene, and you cannot shake off the
effect--the wind rushes and moans by, a minute before it was raging over
the sea.

The muffled roaring sound that is heard, is that of the waves breaking
at the foot of the cliff. From the windows can be seen, gleaming out in
the darkness, the bright lights of the Goodwin light-ships, which guard
those fatal sands--sands so fatal, that when the graves give up their
dead, few churchyards will render such an account as theirs, not only
as to the number of the dead, but also that the Sands are a battle-field
which entombs the brave and strong, who go down quick to their grave,
quick from the full tide of life and strength, from the eager stern
deadly contest in which, to the last, all their strong energies were
fully engaged.

Men who, a few hours before, were reckless and merry, anticipating no
danger and ready to laugh at the thought of death; who, if homeward
bound, were full of joy as they seemed almost to stand upon the
threshold of their homes; or by whom, if outward bound, the kisses of
their wives, which seemed still to linger on their cheeks, and the soft
clasping arms of their little ones, which seemed still to hang about
their necks, were only to be forgotten in the few hours of terrible life
struggle with the storm, and then again to be keenly remembered in the
last gasping moment, ere the Goodwin Sands should find them a grave
almost within the shadow of their homes.

There is a sudden report; surely the firing of a gun, a wreck, a vessel
on the Sands--watch, yes, there! A rocket streams up from one of the
light-vessels, and the gun and the rocket five minutes after, form the
signal that calls to the life-boat for assistance. The breakers on the
Sands could be clearly seen from the shore during the day, as they rose
and fell like fitful volumes of white eddying smoke, breaking up the
clear line of the horizon, and tracing the Sands in broken broad leaping
outlines of foam.

Yes! and now, amid those terrible breakers, somewhere out in the
darkness, within five or six miles, near that bright light, there are
twenty, thirty, fifty, you know not how many, of your fellow-creatures,
struggling for their lives.

Ah! listen to the storm blast, with what dread force it rushes by, what
a dirge it seems to moan; and well it may, for if the gale lasts only a
few hours, and there is no rescue, the morning may be bright and fair
and calm, and the sea as smooth as a lake, but nothing of either ship or
crew shall any more be seen.

But, thank God! there will be a rescue! You know that already brave
hearts have determined to attempt it; that strong ready hands are
already at work in cool, quick, preparation; that, almost before you
could urge your way against the tempest down to the head of the pier,
the steamer and life-boat will have fought their way out against the
storm and darkness upon their errand of mercy.

"God have mercy upon the poor fellows at sea; upon the shipwrecked in
their dismal peril; upon the brave Storm Warriors speeding out in danger
and hardship!" this is the prayer that indeed often finds utterance,
when the sleeper is awakened in the dark hours of the night by the
howling of the wind or the boom of the signal gun. And at Ramsgate the
prayer may be uttered fervently indeed by those, who, when they hear the
signal of distress, know that the endangered vessel is experiencing all
the dread dangers of the Goodwin Sands, for the vessels wrecked upon
them have indeed, if the weather is bad, but a poor prospect of ever
sailing the broad seas again.

The Goodwin is a quick-sand, and it is this, as well as the tremendous
sea that beats upon it in heavy weather, that makes it so terribly fatal
to vessels that get stranded on it.

At low tide a portion of the sand is dry, and hard, and firm, and can be
walked on for a distance of about four or five miles; but as the water
again flows over any part of it, that part becomes, as the sailors say,
"all alive," soft and quick, and ready to suck in anything that lodges
upon it. Suppose a vessel to run on with a falling tide, where the sand
shelves, or is steep, the water leaves the bow and the sand there gets
hard; the water still flows under the stern, and the sand there remains
soft a longer time; down the stern sinks lower and lower; the vessel
soon breaks her back, or works herself deeper and deeper by the stern;
as the water rises she fills and works and still sinks deeper in the
sand every roll she gives, until at high tide she is, perhaps,
completely buried, or only her topmasts are seen above water.

Other vessels, if the sea is heavy, begin to beat heavily, and soon
break up.

Lifted up on the swell of a huge wave, as it breaks and flies away in
surf and foam, the vessel thumps down with all its weight upon the
sands, the timbers give and strain, the seams open; she soon ceases, as
she fills with water, to rise upon the wave; great gaps are torn from
the bulwarks; the decks burst open with the air seeking to escape from
the hold, and as the sea rushes over the vessel, each roll she gives
wrenches her more and more; the masts fall over the side; her cargo
floats and washes away, and speedily, even in a few hours, she is in a
torn and shattered condition, completely wrecked and destroyed. The
broken hull is full of water and lurches heavily to and fro with each
wave, rolls and slightly lifts and works, until it has made a deep bed
in the Sands in which it is soon completely buried--so that many vessels
have run upon the Sands in the early night, and scarcely a vestige of
them been seen in the morning.

By way of illustration, let me tell what happened one dark stormy night
some few years back. The harbour steam-tug _Aid_ and the life-boat had
started from Ramsgate early in the day, to try and get to the _Northern
Belle_, a fine American barque, which was ashore not far from Kingsgate;
but the force of the gale and tide was so tremendous, that they could
not make way against it, and were driven back to Ramsgate--there to wait
until the tide turned, or the wind moderated.

About two in the morning, while they were making ready for another
attempt to reach the _Northern Belle_, rockets were fired from one of
the Goodwin light-vessels, showing that some vessel was in distress on
the Sands. They hastened at once to afford assistance, and got to the
edge of the Sands shortly after three in the morning. Up and down they
cruised, but could see no signs of any vessel.

They waited until it was daylight, and then saw the upper portion of the
lower mast of a steamer standing out of the water. They made towards it,
but found no one was left, and no signs of any wreck floating about to
which a human being could cling.

They concluded, that almost immediately upon striking, the vessel must
have broken up, sunk, and been buried in the quick-sand. Poor fellows!
poor fellows! a sharp, sudden death: would that the vessel had held
together a little longer. Away, then, now for the _Northern Belle_.

They had not made much way ahead when the captain of the _Aid_ sees a
large life-buoy floating near. "Ease her," he cries, and the way of the
steamer slackens. "God knows but what that life-buoy may be of use to
some of us." The helmsman steers for it; a sailor makes a hasty dart at
it with a boat-hook, misses it, and starts back appalled from a vision
of staring eyes, and matted hair, and wildly tossed arms. They shout to
the life-boat crew, and they in turn steer for the buoy; the bowman
grasps at it, catches it, but cannot lift it, his cry of horror startles
the whole crew, and some spring to his help; they lift the buoy and
bring to the surface three dead bodies that are tied to it by ropes
round their waists. Slowly and carefully, one by one, the crew lift them
on board, and lay them out under the sail.

The _Violet_, passenger steamer, had left Ostend about eleven the
previous night; at two in the morning she struck on the Goodwin Sands; a
little after three there was no one left on board to answer the signals
of the steam-boat that had come to their rescue, and show their
position; at seven there was nothing to be seen of the steamer, crew, or
passengers, but a portion of one mast, the life-buoy, and the three
pale corpses sleeping their long last sleep under the life-boat sail.
Such are the Goodwin Sands.

It was a storm-ridden November day, the weather was very threatening
throughout; it was blowing hard, with occasional squalls from the
east-north-east, and a heavy sea running. At high tide the sea broke
over the east pier. As the waves beat upon it and dashed over in clouds
of foam, the pier looked from the east cliff like a heavy battery of
guns in full play. The boatmen had been on the look-out all day, but
there had been no signs of their services being required; still, they
hung about the pier until long after dark.

At last they were straggling home, leaving only those on the pier who
had determined to watch during the night, when suddenly some thought
that they saw a flash of light. A few seconds of doubt, and the report
of the gun decided the matter.

At once there was a rush for the life-boat. She was moored in the stream
about thirty yards from the pier. In a few minutes they had unmoored
her, and got her alongside; her crew was already more than made up; some
had put off to her in small boats, others had sprung into her when she
came within a few feet of the pier. She was over-manned, and the two
last in had to turn out.

In the meantime, a rocket had been fired from the light-vessel. Many had
been on the look-out for it, to decide beyond all doubt, which of the
three light-vessels had fired the gun. It proved to have been the North
Sands Head vessel that had signalled. The cork jackets were thrown into
the boat, the oars and ropes overhauled, all things seen to be right,
and the men in their places and ready for their start in a comparatively
few minutes. The crew of the steam-tug _Aid_ had not been less active.
Immediately upon the first signal, her shrill steam-whistle resounded
through the harbour, calling on board those of her crew who were on
shore, and her steam, which is always up, was rapidly got to full power,
and in less than half an hour from the time of the firing of the first
gun she was gallantly steaming out of the harbour with the life-boat in
tow. As she went out a rocket streamed up from the pier head. It was the
answer to the signal of the light vessel, and told that assistance was
on the way.

Off they went, ploughing their way through a heavy cross sea, which
frequently swept completely over the boat.

The tide was running strongly, and the wind right ahead; it was hard
work breasting both sea and wind in the face of such a gale; but they
bravely persevered, and gradually made head-way.

They steered right for the Goodwin, and having approached it, as near as
they dare take the steamer, they worked their way through a heavy sea
along the edge of the Sands, on the look-out for the vessel in distress.

At last they make her out, and, as they approach, find two Broadstairs
luggers riding at anchor outside the Sands.

The Broadstairs men had heard the signal, and the wind and tide being
in their favour, they soon ran down to the neighbourhood of the wreck.
On making to the vessel, the Ramsgate men find her to be a fine-looking
brig, almost high and dry upon the Sands.

Her masts and rigging are all right; the moon, which has broken through
the clouds, shines upon her clean new copper; and, so far, she seems to
have received but little damage.

A grand thing for all hands, for owners, underwriters, crew and boatmen,
the men think, if they can only get her safely off when the tide rises,
and bring her into harbour; a fine vessel and perhaps valuable cargo
saved, and a pretty bit of salvage, which will be well earned and nobody
should grudge, for the boatmen have to live, as well as to save life.

Efforts have already been made for the vessel's relief. The
_Dreadnought_ lugger had brought with her a small twenty-five feet
life-boat. The _Little Dreadnought_, and this boat with five hands, had
succeeded in getting alongside the brig.

The steamer slips the hawser of the Ramsgate boat, and anchors almost
abreast of the vessel, with sixty fathom of chain out.

There is a heavy rolling sea, but much less than there has been, as the
tide has fallen considerably. The life-boat makes in for the brig,
carries on through the surf and breakers, and when within forty fathoms
of the vessel, lowers the sail, throws the anchor overboard, and veers
alongside. The captain and some of the men remain in the boat, to fend
her off from the sides of the vessel, for although it is shallow water,
the tide is running over the Sands like a sluice, and it requires great
care to prevent the boat getting her side stove in. The rest of her crew
climb on board the brig. Her captain had, until then, hoped to get his
vessel off, as the tide rose, without assistance, and had refused the
aid of the Broadstairs men; but now he realizes the danger that his
vessel is in, and very gladly accepts the assistance that is offered.

One of his crew speaks a little English, and through him the captain
employs the crew of the life-boat and the Broadstairs men, to get his
ship off the Sands.



     "Alone upon the leaping billows, lo!
     What fearful image works its way? A ship!
     Shapeless and wild ...
     Her sails dishevell'd, and her massy form
     Disfigured, yet tremendously sublime:
     Prowless and helmless through the waves she rocks,
     And writhes, as if in agony! Like her,
     Who to the last, amid o'erwhelming foes,
     Sinks with a bloody struggle into death,--
     The vessel combats with the battling waves,
     Then fiercely dives below! the thunders roll
     Her requiem, and whirlwinds howl for joy!"


The boatmen, as soon as they get on board the brig, find that she is in
a very perilous position, but have hopes of getting her off.

At all events they will try very hard for it. She is a fine new and
strongly-built Portuguese brig, belonging to Lisbon, and bound from
Newcastle to Rio, with coals and iron. Her crew consists of the captain,
the mate, ten men, and a boy.

She is head on to the Sand, but the Sand does not shelve much, and her
keel is pretty even. The wind is still blowing very strongly and right
astern. The tide is on the turn, and will flow quickly: there is no time
to be lost; the first effort must be to prevent the brig driving further
on the Sand.

With this object in view the boatmen get an anchor out astern as quickly
as possible; they rig out tackles on the foreyard, and hoist the bower
anchor on deck; they then slew the yard round, and get the anchor as far
aft as they can; then shift the tackles to the main yard, and lift the
anchor well to the stern; shackle the chain cable on, get it all clear
for running out, try the pumps to see that they work; and then wait
until the tide makes sufficiently to enable the steamer, which draws six
feet of water, to get a little nearer.

They hope that the steamer will be able to back close enough to them, to
get a rope on board fastened to the flukes of the brig's anchor, and to
drag the anchor out, and drop it about one hundred fathoms astern of the
vessel. All hands will then go to the windlass, keep a strain upon the
cable, and each time the vessel lifts, heave with a will--the steamer,
with a hundred and twenty fathoms of nine-inch cable out, towing hard
all the time. By these means they expect to be able, gradually, to work
the vessel off the Sands.

But they soon lose all hope of doing this; it is about one o'clock in
the morning; the moon has gone down; heavy showers of rain fall; it is
pitch dark and very squally; the gale is evidently freshening again; a
heavy swell comes up before the wind, and as the tide flows under the
brig she begins to work very much, for now the heavy waves roll in over
the sand, and she lifts, and falls with shocks that make the masts
tremble and the decks gape open.

The boatmen begin to fear the worst. The life-boat is alongside, with
seven hands in her; she is afloat in the basin that the brig has worked
in the sands, and it takes all the efforts of the men on board to
prevent her getting under the side of the vessel and being crushed.

The wind increases as the tide flows, and the brig works with great
violence, now, as she rolls and careens over upon her bilge, she
threatens to fall upon, and destroy the life-boat The captain of the
boat hails the men on the brig to come on board the boat, and get away
from the side of the vessel as fast as they can. The boatmen try to
explain the danger to the Portuguese, but they cannot understand. Hail,
after hail, comes from the boat, for every moment increases the peril,
but the Portuguese captain still refuses to leave his vessel. Any moment
may be too late; the boatmen are almost ready to try and force the
Portuguese over the side, but they cannot persuade them to stir; and as
they will not desert them, they also wait on; wait on while the ship
rolls, and works, and groans, while the seas fly over her, and at any
moment she may break up. Suddenly a loud sharp crack, like a crashing of
thunder, peals through the ship.

The boatmen jump on the gunwale, ready to spring for the life-boat, for
she may be breaking in half; no, but one of her large timbers has snapt
like a pipe-stem, and others will soon follow.

The Portuguese sailors make a rush to get what things they can on deck;
altogether they fill eight sea-chests with their clothes. These are
quickly lowered into the life-boat. Her captain does not like having her
hampered with so much baggage, but cannot refuse the poor fellows, at
least, a chance of saving their kit. The surf flies over the brig, and
boils up all around her. The life-boat is deluged with spray, and her
lights are washed out; the vessel still lifts and thumps and rolls with
the force of the sea. Time after time the snapping and rending of her
breaking timbers are heard; at each heave she wrenches and cracks and
groans in all directions--she is breaking up fast. Make haste, make
haste! for your lives be as quick as you can! The chests are all
lowered, the boy is handed into the boat, the Portuguese sailors follow,
the boatmen spring after them, and the brig is abandoned.

We have said that it was about one o'clock in the morning when the
squalls came on again, with heavy rain and thick darkness. The steamer
had remained at anchor, waiting for the tide to rise, when, with the
water deeper, she would be able to get nearer the brig. But as the gale
freshens there is a dangerous broken sea where she is riding, and she
begins to pitch very heavily. She paddles gently ahead to ease her
cable, but it is soon evident to the men on board her, that if they are
to get their anchor at all they must make haste about it.

They heave it up, and lay to for the life-boat.

The sea increases so rapidly that the _Dreadnought_ lugger is almost
swamped, and has to cut her cable without attempting to save her anchor,
and to make with all speed before the gale for Ramsgate. The _Petrel_
lugger springs her mast, which is fished with great difficulty, and she,
too, makes the best of her way to the harbour.

The wind continues to increase, the gale is again at its height, and a
fearful sea running. Wave after wave breaks over the steamer's decks,
but she is an excellent boat, strongly built and powerful; and her
captain and crew are well used to rough work.

Head to wind and steaming half power, she holds her own against the
wind, and keeps, as far as her crew can judge, in the neighbourhood of
the wreck and of the life-boat. As time passes, and the crew of the
steamer can see nothing of the boat, they get anxious. The wreck must
have been abandoned long before this; has the boat been unable to get
away from her? is the boat swamped or stove? and are all lost? They
signalize again and again, but in vain; they can obtain no answer. They
cruize up and down as near the edge of the Sands as they dare, hoping to
fall in with the boat. Now they make in one direction, and now in
another, as in their eagerness and apprehension the roar of the storm
shapes itself into cries of distress, or as a darker shadow on the sea
leads them into the hope that at last they have found the lost boat. All
hands keep steadfastly on the look-out, and get greatly excited; the
storm becomes truly terrible; but they forget their own peril and
hardships in their great anxiety for the safety of the crew of the
life-boat, and of the poor fellows who were on the wreck.

Their anxiety becomes insupportable, heightened as it is by the horrors
of the night.

Through the thick darkness, the bright light of the Goodwin light-vessel
shines out like a star. With a faint hope the crew of the steamer
wrestle their way through the storm and speak the light-vessel.

"Have you seen anything of the life-boat?" the captain of the steamer
shouts out. "Nothing! nothing!" is the answer. It seems to confirm all
their fears, and they hasten back again to their old cruising
ground--they will not lessen their exertions, or lose any chance of
rendering assistance to their comrades. It is still pitch-dark, and the
storm rages on--the hours creep by, O how slowly!

How they long for the light! All hands still on the watch! and as the
first grey light of dawning comes, it is with straining eye-balls they
seek to penetrate the twilight, and find some signs of their lost
comrades. It is almost broad daylight before they can even find out the
place where the wreck was lying.

With all speed, but little hope, they make for it; and then indeed their
great dread seems realized. The brig is completely broken up, literally
torn to pieces. They can see great masses of timber, and tangled
rigging, but no signs of life. Nearer and nearer they go and wait for
the broad daylight; but still nothing is to be seen, but shattered
pieces of wreck, moored fast by the matted rigging to the buried
remains of the hull, and tossing and heaving in the surf.

Some of the men fancy they can see fragments of the life-boat heaving
about with the other wreckage, but whether it is so or not, the end
seems the same, and after one last careful but fruitless look around, to
see whether there are any signs of the life-boat elsewhere on the Sands,
sadly they turn the steamer's head away from the dreary fatal Goodwin,
and make for the harbour.

They grieve for brave comrades tried in many scenes of danger, and think
with faint hearts of the melancholy report they have to give, and it is
but little consolation to them in the face of so great a loss, to
remember that they, at all events, have done all in their power, and
that they have nothing to reproach themselves with.

To return to the life-boat men; all hands have deserted the brig, and
there are now in the life-boat thirteen Portuguese sailors, five
Broadstairs boatmen, and her ordinary crew, consisting of thirteen
Ramsgate boatmen, altogether thirty-one souls. The small _Dreadnought_
life-boat has been swung against the brig by the force of the tide, and
is so damaged that no one dares venture in her. The tide is rising fast,
the gale blowing as hard as ever, the surf running very high and
breaking over the vessel, so that one constant torrent of spray and foam
is falling with no light weight, or small volume, upon the life-boat
which is under the lee of the brig, and the men have no protection from
the falling sheets of spray. The vessel is rolling heavily, she has
worked a bed in the sands, which the run of tide has somewhat enlarged,
and in this she half floats, rolling from side to side with fearful
rapidity and violence.

The life-boat is afloat within the circle of the bed; the brig threatens
to roll over her. "Shove and haul off, quick! Shove and haul off," are
the orders. Some with oars, pushing against the brig, others hauling
might and main upon the brig's hawser, they manage to pull the boat two
or three yards up towards the boat's anchor, and to get her a little
farther off from the side of the brig. Now she grounds heavily upon the
edge of the basin that has been worked in the sand by the brig. "Strain
every muscle, men; now, or never! now, or never! for your lives pull!"
and pull and strain they did. No! not one inch will the life-boat stir;
she falls over on her side, the surf and seas sweep over her, the men
cling to the thwarts and gunwale; all but her own crew give up all
thoughts of hope; but they know the capabilities of the boat and do not
lose heart--Crash! the brig heaves, and crushes down upon her bilge;
again and again she half lifts upon an even keel and rolls, and lurches
from side to side; each time that she falls to leeward, she comes more
and more over and nearer to the boat.

This is the danger that may well make the stoutest heart quail. The boat
is aground--helplessly aground; her crew can see through the darkness of
the night the yards and masts of the brig swaying over their heads; now
tossing high in the air as the brig rights, and now falling nearer and
nearer to them, sweeping down over their heads, swaying and rending in
the air, the blocks, and ropes, and torn fragments of sails, flying
wildly in all directions. Let but one of the swaying yards but hit the
boat, she must be crushed and all lost. The men crouch down closer and
closer, clinging to the thwarts as the brig falls to them; casting dread
glances at the approaching yards; all right once more; another pull at
the cable--hard, men, hard; over again comes the brig; stick to it, men,
stick to it, my men; crushed or drowned it will be soon over if we
cannot move the boat; another pull, all together; again, and again, they
make desperate efforts to stir the boat, but she will not move one inch;
they must wait, and if needs be, wait their doom; and as they wait the
danger each moment increases.

It is a fearful time of suspense, this waiting aground on the dread
Goodwin, in the darkness and wildness of the storm, half dead with cold
and the ceaseless rush of surf over them, and watching in the shadowy
darkness the swaying masts of the rolling brig, swinging nearer and
nearer, and how will this question of life and death be decided? Which
will happen first? will the tide flow sufficiently to float them, or
will the brig crush them with her masts and yards before they can get
beyond her reach.

The men can do nothing more in the dark wild night and terrible danger;
each minute seems an hour; they almost forget to try and protect
themselves from the wind and spray, and they watch the brig as if
spellbound, as she rolls nearer and nearer; each moment the position
gets more desperate.

Any one hit? as the flying blocks hanging from the yard-arms rattle over
the heads of the men in the boat. No! but a few feet nearer and we
should all have been crushed--a turn or two more and we shall be
finished. There is a stir among the men; the moment seems come; they
prepare for the last struggle. Some are getting ready to spring for the
flying rigging of the brig, as it sways over their heads, hoping thus to
get on board the wreck if the life-boat is crushed up. "Stick to the
boat, men! stick to the boat, men, it's our only chance," the coxswain
cries out, "the brig must soon go to pieces, while we may yet get clear;
stick to the boat!" And the brig, which had quivered while lying on her
side as if coming bodily over, while the dark yards hovered over the
crouching men, lifted again, and once more the men breathe with a sigh
of relief; for that time they quite expected the boat to be crushed and
pinned where she lay.

At this moment the boat trembles beneath them, lifts a little on the
swell of the tide that is beginning to reach her, and grounds again.

It is like a word of life to the men, and instantly all are on the
alert, they get all their strength on the hawser, and as the boat lifts
again, and comes a little more on an even keel, they draw her a yard or
two nearer to her anchor, but not any farther from the brig, and over
again the brig slowly rolls; again and again they make desperate efforts
to get beyond the reach of her dark side, and swinging yards and masts,
but it is long before they can do so: at last they succeed as the water
flows still more, and now they ride to their anchor a few yards beyond
the reach of the brig, which they watch break up, and listen to the
groaning and rending of her timbers, and the flapping of her torn sail
and tangled rigging. Both the wind and tide are setting with all their
force right upon the Sands, and the captain of the boat sees what is
before them; where they are now at anchor will soon be one wild rage of
broken sea. To get away from the sand in the face of the fierce gale and
tide is impossible; and so there is no alternative, they must beat right
across the Sands, and this in the wild fearful gale, and terrible sea,
and pitch dark night, and what the danger of this is, only those who
know the Goodwin Sands, and the dread seas that sweep over them, can at
all imagine.

They ride at anchor for some time, waiting for the tide to rise
sufficiently for them to get over the Sands. They see the lights of the
steamer shining in the distance, outside the broken and shallow water;
but there is no hope of assistance from her: their lanterns are washed
out, they cannot signalize; and if they could, the steamer could not
approach them.

The sea is breaking furiously over them. Time after time the boat fills
as the broken waves wash clean over her, but instantly she empties
herself again, and rises to her water-line. The gale sweeps by more
fiercely than ever. The men are nearly washed out of the boat, and worse
still, the anchor begins to drag. The tide has made a little, and they
are being driven each moment nearer to the wreck; there may be water
enough to take them clear; at all events, there is no help for it, they
must risk it. "Hoist the foresail; stand by to cut the cable. All
clear."--"Ay, Ay!"--"Away then."

And the boat quickly heads round, and then, under the power of the gale
and tide, leaps forward, flies along; but only for a few yards, when,
with a tremendous jerk, she grounds upon the Sands. The crew look up,
and their hearts almost fail them, as they find that they are again
within reach of the brig.

Her top-gallant masts are swaying about, her yards swing within a few
feet of them, her sails which have blown loose and are in ribbons, beat
and flap like thunder over their heads. Their position seems worse than
ever; but they are not this time kept long in suspense. A huge breaker
comes foaming along; its white crest gleams out in the darkness high
above them, a moment's warning, it breaks over them and swamps them, but
all are clinging might and main to the boat.

Another breaker comes streaming along; it swamps them again in passing,
but now the volume of the wave seizes the boat, up it seems to swing it
in its mighty arms, and to bodily hurl it forward; and then the boat
crashes down on the Sands as the wave breaks, and grounds them with a
shock that would have torn every man out of her, if they had not been
holding on.

But one great peril is passed; the mighty swing of the huge waves has
carried them yards forward, and they are clear of the wreck; but at
that moment they are threatened with another danger almost as terrible.
The small _Dreadnought_ life-boat has been in tow all this time; it has
not been wise to have her in tow, but she belongs to the Broadstairs
boatmen, and neither they nor the Ramsgate boatmen like to abandon her.

As the Ramsgate boat now grounds, the smaller boat comes bow on to her,
sweeps round, and gets under her side; the two boats roll and crash
together; each roll the larger one gives, each lift of the sea, she
comes heavily down on the other boat; the crash and crack of timbers are
heard; which boat is it that is breaking up? Both, if this continues,
must be very speedily destroyed. Some of the men get out the oars and
boat-hooks, and push for their very lives, thrusting and striving their
utmost to free the _Dreadnought_, which is so dangerously thumping and
crashing under the quarter of the larger boat. It is a terrible struggle
in that boiling sea, with the surf breaking over them. But all their
efforts seem in vain, the boats still crash and roll together; one of
them is breaking up fast. "Oars in," shouts the coxswain; "over the side
half-a-dozen of you--take your feet to her;" and some of the brave
fellows spring over, clinging to the rail of the deck of the high
air-boxes that are at the bow and stern of the Ramsgate life-boat. Again
and again, all together, a fierce struggle, but without success; a big
wave comes rolling on, it washes over them, but as the larger boat
lifts, the men blindly thrust out with their feet, and the
_Dreadnought_ is pushed clear. The men scramble, or are dragged back
into the Ramsgate boat; the tow-rope is cut, and the _Dreadnought_,
almost a wreck, is swept away by the tide, and is lost in the darkness,
while, most mercifully, the Ramsgate boat still remains uninjured.

A third time they are providentially saved from what seemed almost like
certain death; and yet they have only commenced the beginning of their
troubles, for is there not before them the long range of sands, with the
broken fierce waves and raging surf, and many a fragment of wreck, like
sunken rocks studded here and there, upon any one of which, if they
strike, it must be death to them all?

The boat is still aground upon the ridge of sand. She lifts, and is
swept round, and grounds again broadside to the sea, which makes a clean
breach over her. The Portuguese are all clinging together under the lee
of the foresail, and there is no getting them to move. The crew are
holding on where they can; sometimes buried in the water, often with
only their heads out. The captain is standing up in the stern, holding
on by the mizen-mast; sometimes he can see nothing of the men as the
surf sweeps over them. He orders the chests to be thrown overboard, but
most of them are already washed away; the rest are unlashed from their
fastenings, and lifted as the men can get at them, and the next wave
carries them away. Heavy masses of cloud darken the sky; the rain falls
in torrents; it is bitterly cold; the men can do nothing but hold on;
the tide rises gradually; suddenly the boat lifts again; it is caught
by the driving sea, and is flung forward. There is no keeping her
straight, the water is too broken; her stern frees itself before the
bow, and round she swings; her bow lifts a little; onward she goes a few
yards, and grounds again by the stern; round sweeps the bow, and with
another jerk she comes broadside on the Sands again, lurching over on
her side, with the terrible surf making a clean sweep over the waist. It
is a struggle for the men to get their breath, the spray beats over them
in such clouds. This happens time after time. The captain calls the men
aft, that the boat may be lightened in the bow, and thus be more likely
to keep straight. Most of the boatmen come to the stern, but the
Portuguese will not move, and even some of the boatmen are so exhausted
with the violent exertions they have made, and by the beating of the
waves, that they are almost unconscious, and only able to cling to the
gunwale and thwarts of the boat with an iron, nervous grasp, and are
thus just able to save themselves from being washed out of her. As the
coxswain notices their exhausted state, he expects each time as the big
waves wash over them to see some of them leave go their hold and be
carried away; and although he makes as light of it as he can, and tries
to cheer them up, he himself has very small hope of ever seeing land

The sands on the sea shore, if there has been any surf, appear at low
tide uneven with the ridges or ripples the waves have left on them. On
the Goodwins, where the force of the sea is in every way multiplied,
and the waves break and the tide rushes with tenfold power, the little
sand ripples of the smoother shore become ridges of two or three feet

It is on these ridges that the life-boat so continually grounds. As the
tide rises she is swept from one to the other by the long sweeping
waves; she is swung round and round in the swirl of the cross-seas and
rapid tide, thumping and jerking heavily each time that she strands. All
this is in the midst of darkness, of bitter cold, and of a raging wind,
surf, and sea, until the hardship and peril are almost too much to be
borne, and some of the men feel dying in the boat.

One old boatman afterwards thus described his feelings. "Well, sir,
perhaps my friends were right when they said I hadn't ought to have gone
out--that I was too old for that sort of work"--he was then about sixty
years of age--"but, you see, when there is life to be saved, it makes
one feel young again; and I've always felt I have had a call to save
life when I could; and I wasn't going to hang back then; and I stood it
better than some of them after all. I did my work on board the brig, and
when she was so near falling over us, and when the _Dreadnought_
life-boat seemed knocking our bottom out, I got on as well as any of
them; but when we got to beating, and grubbing over the Sands, swinging
round and round, and grounding every few yards with a jerk that bruised
us sadly, and almost tore our arms out from the sockets--no sooner
washed off one ridge, and beginning to hope that the boat was clear,
than she thumped upon another harder than ever, and all the time the
wash of the surf nearly carrying us out of the boat--it was truly almost
too much for any man to stand. There was a young fellow holding on next
to me; I saw his head begin to drop, and that he was getting faint, and
going to give over; and when the boat filled with water, and the waves
went over his head, he scarcely cared to struggle free. I tried to cheer
him a bit, and keep his spirits up. He just clung to the thwart like a
drowning man. Poor fellow, he never did a day's work after that night,
and died in a few months.

"Well, I couldn't do anything with him, and I thought that it didn't
matter much, for I felt it must soon all be over; that it couldn't be
long before the boat would be knocked to pieces. So I took my life-belt
off, that I might have it over all the quicker; for I knew that there
would be no chance whatever of life if the boat once went, and I would
have it over all the quicker, for I didn't want to be beating about
those sands alive or dead longer than I could help; the sooner I went to
the bottom, the better, I thought. When once all hope of life was
over--and that time seemed close upon us every moment--some of us kept
shouting, just cheering ourselves and one another up, as well as we
could; but I had to give that up, and I remember hearing the captain
crying out, 'We will see Ramsgate yet again, my men, if we steer clear
of old wrecks,' And then I heard the Portuguese lad crying, and I
remember that I began to think that it was a terrible dream, and
pinched myself to see if I was really awake; and I began to feel very
strange and insensible. I didn't feel afraid of death, for, you see, I
hadn't left it to such times as that to prepare to meet my God. And if
ever I spent hours in prayer, be sure I spent them in prayer that night.
And I just seemed going off in a kind of dead faint, and felt very
dream-like, and as if I couldn't hold on any longer; and as I felt this
I thought, in a feeble sort of way, of my friends ashore, and bid them
good-bye like, for I knew that I should be soon washed out of the boat,
when I looked up, and the surf was curling up both sides of the boat,
and I was going to throw myself down on the thwart, that the seas might
beat upon my back, and I should never have lifted it up again, when I
saw a bright star. The clouds had broken a little, and there was that
blessed beautiful star shining out. Yes, truly it was a blessed
beautiful star to me; as it caught my eye it seemed, in my weak state,
to lay a strange hold upon me; to gather all my attention, and to call
me back to life again. And I began to have a little thought about seeing
my home again, and that I wasn't going to be called away just yet. And I
straightened myself up a little, and laid a firmer hold upon the boat,
and lifted my head to look for the star after each time the seas beat
over us, and I kept my eye upon it whenever I could; and I cannot
explain how it was, but looking for and watching that star kept me up,
and when I got ashore, I seemed at first not much worse than the best of
them. But for seven whole days after that I lost my speech, and lay
like a log upon my bed; and I was ill a long time--indeed, have never
been right since, and I suppose at my age I never shall get over it. But
what is more, I believe something of the same sort may be said of most
of those that were in the boat that night. One poor young fellow is
dead, another has been subject to fits ever since, and not any of us
quite the men we were before, and no wonder when you think what we
passed through.

"I cannot describe it, and you cannot, neither can any one else; but
when you say you've beat and thumped over those sands, almost yard by
yard, in a fearful storm on a winter's night, and live to tell the tale,
why it seems to me about the next thing to saying that you've been dead,
and brought to life again."

The coxswain of the life-boat, brave Isaac Jarman, was chosen for that
position for his fortitude, skill, and daring, and well did he sustain
his character that night, never for one moment losing his presence of
mind, and doing his utmost to cheer the men up. The crew consisted of
hardy, daring fellows, ready to face any danger, to go out in any storm,
and to do battle with the wildest seas; but the horrors of that night
were almost too much for the most iron nerves.

The fierce freezing wind, the almost pitch darkness, the terrible surf,
and beating waves, and the men unable to do anything for their safety;
the boat driven, almost hurled, by the force of the waves from sand
ridge to sand ridge, and apparently breaking up beneath them each time
she lifted on the surf and crushed down again upon the Sands, besides
the danger of her getting foul of any old wrecks--how all this was lived
through seemed miraculous. Time after time there was a cry of "Now she
breaks up! she can't stand this! all over at last!" Another such thump,
and she is done for, and then the boat would writhe, almost on her beam
ends, while the waves beat over, until she was again lifted and thrown
forward to crash down and ground again; and all this lasted for about
two hours, as almost yard by yard they beat from ridge to ridge over the

Suddenly the swinging and beating of the boat cease; she is in a very
heavy sea, but she answers her helm and keeps her head straight. At last
they have got over the Sands and into deep water; the danger is passed,
and they are saved. With new hopes comes new life. Some can scarcely
realize their comparative safety, and still keep their firm hold upon
the boat, expecting each second another terrible lurch and jerk upon the
Sands, and the heavy rush and wash of the seas. No: that is all over,
and the boat, in spite of her tremendous knocking about, is sound, and
sails buoyantly and well.

The crew quickly get further sail upon her, and she makes way before the
gale to the westward. The Portuguese sailors lift their heads. They have
been clinging together and to the boat, crouching down under the lee of
the foresail during the time of beating over the Sands; they notice the
stir among the boatmen, and that the terrible jerking and thumping of
the boat and the rush of sea over her have ceased; and they also learn
that the worst is passed, and that the danger is at an end.

Long since did they despair of life; and their surprise and joy now know
no bounds. Bravely on goes the life-boat, making for the westward. The
Portuguese are very busy in earnest consultation. The poor fellows have
lost their kit, and only possess the things they have on, and a few
pounds that they have with them. Soon it becomes evident what the
consultation has been about. "Coxswain!" one of the boatmen cries out,
"they want to give us all their money!"

"Yes! yes!" said the interpreter, in broken English, "you have saved our
lives! Thank you! thank you! but all we have is yours; it is not much,
but you take it between you;" and he held out the money. It was about

"I, for one, won't touch any of it," said the coxswain of the boat. "Nor
I!" "Nor I!" others added; "put your money up."

The brave fellows will not take a farthing from brother sailors, whom
they know to be poor, much like themselves; and in a few words they make
them understand this, and how glad they are to have saved them.

The life-boat makes good way, and soon runs across the Sands through the
Trinity Swatch Way, and, without further adventure, she reaches the
harbour about five o'clock in the morning. The crew of the brig are
placed under the care of the Portuguese Consul, and the boatmen go to
their homes, to feel for many a long day the effects of the fatigues
and perils of that terrible night.

During all this time the steamer has been cruising up and down the edge
of the Sands, vainly searching for any trace of the life-boat; and soon
after daylight she made, as has been already described, for the harbour.
Her captain and crew are half broken-hearted, and scarcely know how they
shall be able to tell the tale of the terrible calamity that seems so
certainly to have happened. Suddenly, as the mouth of the harbour opens
to them, they see the life-boat. They stare with amazement, and can
scarcely believe their eyes. "Astonished," said the captain of the
steamer, describing his feelings, "that I was; never so much so in my
life, as when I stood looking at that boat. I could have shouted and
cried for very wonder and joy; you might have knocked me down with a
straw." Thus the captain of the steamer described his feelings. It was
the same with all the crew; and as the steamer shot round the pier and
heard that all were saved, and the life-boatmen all right, the good news
seemed to more than repay them for the dangers and anxieties of the

Thus did the crew of the gallant life-boat and of the steamer help to
earn that night the noble reputation that belongs to our boatmen and
sailors at large--testimony to which was given, on one occasion, by a
foreign captain, who said, "Ah! we may always know whether it is upon
the English coast that we are wrecked, by the efforts that are made for
our rescue."



     "And the coming wind did roar more loud,
     And the sails did sigh like sedge;
     And the rain poured down from one black cloud,
     The moon was at its edge.
     The thick black cloud was cleft, and still
     The moon was at its side;
     Like water shot from some high crag,
     The lightning fell with never a jag,
     A river steep and wide."


Wild weather on land! wild weather at sea! fear and trembling, and
earnest prayers, in many a quiet home, for loved ones at sea, who must
be within reach of the gale that hurries so fiercely by.

How impressive it is to lie awake listening to the storm--to hear the
rush of the wind, now moaning in the chimney, now thundering at the
windows against which the rain beats and hurtles; to fancy or to feel
that the house trembles shaken in the rude power of the blast, or, if
near the sea-shore, to hear the waves breaking on the beach, a
half-suppressed tumultuous uproar, like the faintly heard riot of a
distant angry mob. To get farther to sea in one's thoughts, and to
picture a noble ship with close-reefed topsails running before the gale,
or beating away from the dread neighbourhood of dangerous sands or
coast, while the pilot, anxious and watchful, and the crew, eager and
alert, peer through the darkness to catch the welcome guidance of some
bright warning light, or are on the watch to detect the fainter light of
some ship that is steering her course perilously near; the passengers
all the time wistful and anxious, asking many questions, and receiving
cheering answers, but given with that unreality of tone that makes the
hearer fear the sound, more than he can believe the sense; or to imagine
a vessel at anchor, the cables swinging out at their full length, the
sails all closely furled, but the gale beating against the hull, and
masts, and yards, with a power that threatens to sweep the ship and her
living freight to a speedy destruction; to picture the ship lifting, and
pitching, and surging, in a cloud of spray, the hungry waves leaping at
it, as if to devour it before its time, the anchors yielding foot by
foot, or the cable giving, and the hungry sands waiting in a terrible
rage of foam and sea under the lee.

In the morning to look from tall cliffs upon a golden beach, upon the
fretting surf that lines it, upon the sea bright with sunshine, smooth
browed, but like a great giant rolling his huge limbs in uneasy sleep;
quick with great billows rising and falling in restless heavy long lines
of waves. Then to look at the distant Goodwin Sands, and to watch the
white leaping surf, fangs in the jaws of death, still gnashing and
mumbling after their midnight meal, in which they ravened perhaps on a
goodly ship, and mangled many brave sailors, and weeping women and
trembling wondering children; unless their victims were snatched from
their grasp by the brave Storm Warriors who rush into their midst in the
very fiercest of their strife, and wrestle with them for their prey.

Such pictures are often suggested by the midnight gale, and such
after-scenes are witnessed in the morning's calm at Ramsgate, as at many
another spot on the bold coast of our sea-girt island home, where each
howling wind that rushes on breathes the trumpet-blast that calls to the
struggle of life and death.

It was a tempestuous wintry day early in December, a few years ago, when
the scenes occurred which the following will be an attempt to describe:

During the whole of the day the wind has been blowing hard from the
west-north-west. The weather has been very unsettled for some little
time, squally with the cloud-scud low, and swiftly flying past; now the
weather is becoming worse, and the blasts are more frequent and more
fierce, rapidly growing into a heavy gale. The Fitzroy's signal hangs
ominously from the flag-staff, giving a warning of the dangerous winds
which may be expected.

The Downs anchorage is crowded with shipping, so much so, that the
lights of the vessels anchored there throw a glare upon the darkness of
the night, such as is shed by the lights of a populous town.

Every now and then a vessel leaves the fleet, and, running before the
gale, seeks surer refuge; or perhaps a homeward-bound ship swiftly
threads her way through the crowd of vessels, the crew half rejoicing in
the gale, which at every blast bears them nearer home.

On Ramsgate Pier rumours of disasters at sea, bring the watchful lookers
on together in anxious gossip; many partially disabled vessels have
already found refuge in the harbour, and now a schooner is brought in by
some Broadstairs boatmen. When they boarded her in answer to her signals
of distress, they found that the mate with a woman and child alone
remained on board. The schooner had been in collision during the
previous night, and whether the rest of her crew had escaped to the
other vessel, or had been lost overboard, was left a matter of dread

As it is a stirring sight to see the vessels making through the heavy
seas for the harbour, so it is an exciting, and withal a gallant, sight
to watch the luggers heavily freighted with anchors and chains, to
supply vessels that have slipped their cables, bearing away bravely in
all the rush of the storm, upon their errands of daring enterprise.

The afternoon creeps on; it is half-past three, a puff of smoke is seen
coming from the Gull light-ship, but the wind is too strong, and in the
wrong direction, for the report of the gun to be heard. The signal is,
however, at once accepted, and soon the steamer and the life-boat are
away in the storm.

They make for the light-vessel to learn for what, and in which direction
their services are required. A squall of thick rain hides the Downs and
the south end of the Goodwin Sands from view. Suddenly the squall
clears away, passing rapidly to windward, and now from the pier and
cliff, although not yet from the lower level of the steamer's deck, or
from the life-boat, the vessel that is in danger is seen.

A large light schooner has driven from her anchorage, and is now
dragging perilously near the Goodwin Sands. She is too near, with the
wind as it is, to have any chance of escaping by slipping her cable and
sailing clear of the Sands; she is driving fast, and the large flag,
that she has hoisted as a signal of distress, can be very distinctly
seen from the cliff. The watchers on shore, by taking her bearings, see
how rapidly she is dragging her anchors and nearing her doom; and the
nature of the tremendous sea she is in is also very evident.

She is light, buoyant, and lifts to every wave; she looks like a gallant
charger taking a succession of desperate leaps, as first her bow is
thrown high in the air, and she then rides for a moment high upon the
top of the wave, and then again her stern is thrown high, and her bow is
almost buried as the huge short wave passes under her. Repeatedly those
who are watching her from the shore, have their fears aroused that her
straining cables have at last parted, and that she is in full career for
the waiting deadly Sands. It is an alarming sight. The lookers-on from
the cliff only take their eyes off her to look occasionally at the
steamer and life-boat as they are making their way to her rescue.

The steamer rolls and plunges on--nothing daunted, nothing disturbed,
by all the buffeting she gets; the life-boat rises like a cork to every
wave, and plunges through the crests as she feels the drag of the
steamer, while the foam spreads out on either side like a fan, and the
scud and spray fly over her in a cloud.

The steamer and life-boat make their way to the Gull Lightship, where
they learn that a schooner has been seen in distress, bearing
south-south-west, supposed to be on the South Sand Head.

On through the giant seas and driving surf, in the very teeth of the
gale, they make gallant way, and are about to take up a position from
which the life-boat can dash in through the broken water to the rescue
of the crew.

A large Deal lugger is beating up to windward from the neighbourhood of
the Sands, they speak her, and learn that she has rescued the crew of
the schooner.

The lugger, one of the finest of all the noble boats that sail from Deal
beach, had, some time before the schooner got into such a dangerous
position, sheered alongside her, at no slight risk, and as she shot by,
the crew had jumped into her, forgetting in their hurry and excitement
the flag of distress which they had left flying high, pleading still,
and not in vain, for help that was no longer needed. Nothing can be done
for the schooner; driving fast, she soon begins to thump on the Sands;
darkness settles down upon her, the fierce waves have her for their
prey, and in the morning not one remaining fragment of her is to be
seen; she has been torn utterly to pieces, and what the tide has not
swept away, the Sands have completely buried.

The steamer and life-boat, when they leave the schooner to her fate,
make for a barque, which, with main and mizen masts cut away, seems,
although she is in great danger, to have a chance of weathering the

The wind is too heavy, and the tide too strong, for the steamer to be
able to tow her into a safer position; her crew have already made their
escape, and she is left in turn, but not, as it proves, to meet the fate
of the schooner, for she successfully rides out the gale.

A further cruise round the Sands, to see if their services are required
by any distressed vessel, and they make again for Ramsgate, which they
reach about half-past six. The steamer and life-boat are moored, ready
for any fresh call which may be made for their services, the probability
of which seems very great, and all the men remain on the alert.

In such a storm anxious watchers are on the look-out at all the stations
round the coast. Boatmen under the protection of boat-houses, or boats,
or grouped together at friendly corners, are keeping a steadfast watch
upon the seas. One or two every now and then take a few strides into the
open for a wider range of view, and then back again to cover. The
coastguard-men, sheltered in nooks of the cliff, or behind rocks, or
breasting the storm on the drear Sands as they walk their solitary beat,
peer out into the darkness watching for those signals from the sea--the
gun flash, or the gleam of the rocket, which while they speak hope to
the imperilled, tell to those on shore of lives in danger--of those who
must speedily be rescued, or must die.

Or the watchers listen for the dull throb of the signal gun, the sign of
wild warfare, and struggles for life mid the charges and conflicts of
breaking waves and dashing seas, a signal that the waiting Storm
Warriors instantly accept, and rush into the contest to snatch their
dying brethren from the arms of the enemy that is too strong for them.

Sometimes the telegraph wires speed the message of distress along the
coast, as happened one stormy New Year's Eve, when a ship was seen off
Deal beach in almost a blaze of light, burning tar-barrels, and firing
rockets to tell of her distress; an intervening fog seemed to prevent
the look-out on board the light-vessel seeing her, and some boatmen on
Deal beach, who could not possibly get their boats off the sands in the
face of the strong gale blowing straight on shore, put their halfpence
together to pay for a telegraph message--the messages were dearer then
than they are now--and sent their swiftest runner to telegraph to
Ramsgate; and after all, there was some unfortunate mistake, and fatal
delay, and a telegram at last sent for further particulars, which was
answered with a demand for urgent speed, and away then flew steamer and
life-boat, and they neared the wreck, and rounded to, to send the
life-boat in, when some of the boatmen thought they heard an agonising
shriek, and others thought it was only the wail of the storm; but they
looked, and the great green seas swept over the wreck, turned her right
over, and she was seen no more, and twenty-eight lives went to their
account. A piteous New Year's tale it was that was told next morning; a
boat's crew got away from the ship soon after she struck, and battling
through the broken seas, made way before the wind to Dover, and they
told the story, that the lost vessel had picked up a shipwrecked crew,
who were thus a second time wrecked, and at the second time lost; and
that more of the crew would have come away in the boat, and in other
boats, but it was a great risk, and there was a Deal pilot on board who
pointed out the danger; and said that the Ramsgate life-boat was certain
to be out to their rescue, they might be sure of her; and so they stayed
and lighted tar-barrel after tar-barrel, and fired rocket after rocket;
and when the sea washed their signal fires out, and swept the decks,
they took to the rigging, and waited for the life-boat; and as they
waited the poor Deal pilot could watch the light on the beach, by the
house where slept his wife and eight children, who were to call him
husband--father--no more.

The life-boat men scarcely liked to speak of the agony and
disappointment it was to them to be thus just too late; no fault of
theirs, poor fellows; they would, if they could, have sooner swum to the
wreck, if that were of any use, than have been too late to save the poor
perishing lives.

There was an official inquiry into the matter made by the authorities in
London, and it was decided that no one was to blame; that it was one of
those unfortunate occurrences which never would have happened, like
many others, if people could only be as wise before an event as they are
after, and which no one could regret more than those who were in any way
the unfortunate, and of course most unintentional, agents of bringing it

And now to proceed with the adventures of the life-boat on the night in

About a quarter past eight in the evening, the harbour-master of
Ramsgate receives a telegram. It tells its tale in its own short way,
and the harbour-master learns that round the stormy North Foreland, some
miles to westward of Margate, the _Prince's_ light-ship is firing guns
and rockets, and that the _Tongue_ light-ship is repeating the signals.

The vigilant coastguard-man who had first noticed the signals hurried to
Margate with the tidings; but there the fine life-boats are powerless to
help. The wind is blowing a hurricane from west-north-west, and drives
such a tremendous sea upon the shore that no boat whatever could
possibly get off and work its way out to sea; it would merely be rolled
back upon the beach in the attempt.

The coastguard at Margate at once saw how impossible it would be to
render the required aid from Margate, and hastened to send a telegram to
Ramsgate calling for help. The harbour-master there receives it, and now
hurried action at once takes the place of wistful anxious waiting.

For hours the steamer and life-boat have quietly rested in the sheltered
harbour, lifting gently to the small waves that have been playing
against their sides. The men for hours have been gazing out into the
darkness, watching for signals, and listening to the roar of the gale,
and to the murmur and tumult of the tumbling waves. The expected
challenge comes. Ready! all ready! is the answer, and they rush to
action at once, without waiting for one moment to consider whether a
challenge to such strife should, or should not, be accepted.

They know the hardships and peril of the work upon which they are
called; but they know the other side of the question also; and it would
make many comparatively useless lives as noble as are the lives of many
of these poor boatmen, if all would only consider the result of good
work, as well as the labour, and forget the trouble, or personal
hardships of the labour, in the keen hope to realize the desired result.
And these boatmen, as they have been crouching down under shelter of the
pier wall, watching the progress of the storm, have had many a memory,
and many a vision, to occupy their thoughts and stir their anxious
courage; memories of brave fellows plucked from the very grasp of death;
and visions of that which they well know how to picture; brother sailors
perhaps clinging to the spars of a shattered wreck, while the wild waves
leap around and only a few fragments of creaking yielding timber shield
the poor men from their fury, and from death.

They know the power of the waves to tear the strongest ships to pieces
in a few hours, and are ready, all ready, for any stern deadly wrestle
with the fury of the storm, for the rescue of those who stand in such
dread need of help.

The order is given, and the usual rush to the life-boat takes place.

The regular Ramsgate boatmen have not, this time, the race for the boat
all to themselves; the _Adder_ revenue-cutter is in the harbour, and two
of her men get into the life-boat, and with ten boatmen and the
coxswain, the crew is made up. The men on board the steam-tug _Aid_ are
prompt as usual, and within half-an-hour from the giving of the order
the steamer and life-boat are out to the rescue, again fighting their
way through broken seas, and breasting the full fury of the gale.

Imagine the picture that was shrouded in the thick darkness of that wild

The steamer is strong and powerfully built, and has never failed in any
of her struggles with the storm, but has in every part worked true and
well; and this when failure in crank, rod, or rivet, might have been
death to many lives. Seek to imagine this brave little steamer at her
perilous work. Thrown up and down like a plaything by the mighty sea,
now half buried in the wash of surf, or poised for a moment on the broad
crest of a huge wave, and again shooting bows under into the trough,
rolling and pitching and staggering in the storm, but still battling on
true to her purpose. Still onward and onward she goes; the beat of the
paddles, the roar of the steam-pipe, the throb of the engines, mingling
with the hoarse blast of the gale, and the lash and hiss of the surf
and fleeting spray; while to the watchers on shore, her light flitting
here and there as she rolls and tosses, alone tell of her progress.

The life-boat is almost burrowing her way through the spray and foam.
Each man bends low on his seat, and holds fast by thwart or gunwale. The
wind has changed, and the boat is being towed in the face of the gale
and sea, and does not ride over the waves as easily as she would if she
were under canvas only, but is dragged on and on, plunging through the
crests of the seas. "It was just like as if a fire-engine was playing
upon my back, not in a steady stream, but with a great burst of water at
every pump," said one of the men whose station was in the bow.

It is a wild sea; the waves and surf that break against the bows of the
big ships that are at anchor in the Downs send their spray flying high,
almost to the topmast heads; so it may well be imagined how the heavy
seas nearly smother the steamer and life-boat as they breast all their
force, heading against the gale. Now the waves rush over the bow, and
again a cross wave catches the side of the boat, throws her almost on
her side, sweeps bodily over her; while she pitches and rolls with a
motion quick as that of a plunging horse. But the men know her well, and
trust her thoroughly; and with a firm hold and stout hearts they
resolutely journey onwards.

Now, the wind veers a little, and the high cliffs somewhat break its
force, and the men feel less the power of the gale; but still the wind
is almost directly ahead, and the ebb tide is running against them with
great strength. Every yard of advance is won by a struggle with the
seas, as the steamer _Aid_ pants and beats her way onward. But still it
is won, and all hands are content. At last they get round the North
Foreland, and begin to feel that they are nearing the scene of action.

The rain ceases, and the clouds of flying scud lift a little. It is
still pitch dark, but free from mist and rain--clear dark, as they call

The men see the Margate Pier, and the town lights, which shine out
steadily and clearly; and it seems to them a strange contrast as they
look from their rough post of danger, action, and hardship, upon the
town resting in quiet peace, unconscious of the storm.

They make for the _Tongue_ light-ship, which is stationed about nine
miles from Margate. Every five minutes the darkness of the horizon is
broken by the flash of a rocket which is thrown up by the light-ship. It
goes flying up against the gale, and bursting, gives a moment's gleam as
its stars caught by the fierce wind, pass away, floating in a short
stream of light to leeward. The steamer's crew make for the light-ship,
looking anxiously the while in all directions for any signal which may
guide them more directly to the vessel in distress; but they see none,
and so speed on towards the light-ship.

As the steamer passes her on the lee side, as slowly and as near as
possible, the coxswain is told that signals had been seen from the high
part of the Shingle sand bank, supposed to be from a large vessel in

The life-boat in turn sheers near the light-vessel in passing, and
hears the same report.

Again they urge their way, struggling onward in the gale; but they can
see no sign of a vessel, and no vestige of a wreck.

Perilous and anxious is the work as they feel their way along the very
edge of the dangerous Sands; the roar of the gale is too great for any
cries of distress to be heard. The hull of the vessel may be overrun
with the seas, and the crew, clinging to the masts or rigging, be
utterly unable to give any signals by firing guns or rockets, or by
showing lights; and the night is so dark, that from the life-boat they
can only see a few yards ahead. The men are most anxiously on the
look-out; each time that the boat rises high upon a sea, they try their
utmost to peer through the darkness by which they are surrounded. No!
the breakers gleam white, and the steamer's light is tossing to and fro
with every pitch and roll of the vessel; but nothing more can they make
out. And the anxiety of the men, both on board the steamer and the
life-boat, becomes greater and greater; they do not like to leave the
neighbourhood of the Sands without thoroughly examining it, fearing that
in doing so they may leave behind them, to a despair rendered more
terrible, and to a death rendered more bitter by the false hopes that
had been excited, some poor fellows clinging desperately to a few
fragments of trembling wreck. But still they can see nothing and can
hear nothing of either wreck or crew; either the vessel must have gone
utterly to pieces, or the men on board the _Tongue_ light-ship have
been mistaken in the position of the signals they have seen.

As the men are listening intensely for the faintest signal or cry of
distress, they fancy that they hear the booming of a distant gun, fired
at intervals. Now in a lull in the storm they hear it more distinctly,
and see in the far distance the flashing of a rocket-light. Watching and
listening still, they soon discover that the _Prince's_ and _Girdler_
light-ships are at the same time repeating signals of distress. They
must give up their present search, and hasten to the rescue where such
urgent demands are being made for their help. Their consolation is, that
at all events they can do nothing more in the utter darkness in
searching for the wreck, which they have been already so long looking
for in vain; and before daylight, or soon after, they can probably be
back to resume their search after having, as they hope, done good work
in the interval. At all events, they must be off; and off they go,
leaving, as it proved, a crew of storm-beaten men in as desperate a
position as it was well possible for men to be. They think it best to
make for the _Prince's_ light-ship first, and on arriving there they are
told that a large ship has been seen making signals. They think that she
is on the Girdler Sands, but she may be on the Shingles. Away again in
the darkness they speed on their noble mission. At last they plainly
discern a light on the south part of the Shingles; they make for it, but
only to be again disappointed. It is the light of the steam tug _Friend
of all Nations_, which is lying-to under the lee of the Shingles to be
protected from the rush of the seas. But here they are somewhat repaid
for their efforts, for they learn beyond doubt that the vessel in
distress is a large ship on the Girdler Sands; and more than this, that
another large ship, disabled and in great distress, had been seen
driving down the Deeps, a very narrow channel between the Shingle and
the Long Sand. It must have been signals from this latter vessel which
had been seen by the men on board the _Tongue_ light-ship. They are
unwilling to pass on their way to the Girdler without making an effort
to find the vessel which had been seen in such great distress, and
which, in every probability, had gone ashore somewhere in the
neighbourhood. So they make a cruise in the direction of the Deeps. They
search narrowly, but in vain, and at last hurry away as the Girdler
light-ship still continues to fire heavy guns. At last their long,
persevering, and hazardous search is crowned with success. Upon nearing
the Girdler light-ship, they see on the Sands the flare of blazing
tar-barrels; they know these must be the signals made by the vessel that
has run on the Sands. At once every man forgets all about his many hours
of exposure to wet, cold, and exertion, and wakens up to full strength
and vigour; and all begin at once to make preparations for going into
the rescue.

The steamer is obliged to steer clear of the broken water, not only
because of the danger of grounding, but also because of the wildness of
the seas as they break upon the Sands, as their surf would be quite
sufficient to sweep her decks and swamp her. She skirts the breakers and
tows the life-boat well to windward. The men on board the boat watch
their opportunity; and as soon as they find themselves in the right
position for reaching the wreck, they cast off the tow-rope, and the
wind and sea at once swing the boat's head round, and she plunges into
the midst of the broken water which is rushing over the Sands.

It is a desperate strife of waters, and into the very thick of the fray,
straight as an arrow, the boat rushes. The strength of the gale is so
great, the men only dare to hoist a close-reefed foresail; but swiftly
it bears the boat along. At times the boat is so overrun with broken
water and surf that the men can scarcely breathe. They, however, cling
resolutely to the boat, and again and again she shakes herself free of
water, and the men straighten themselves for a moment, draw a few long
breaths, when again they meet a tangle of broken waves. Down into the
trough of the troubled seas the boat plunges, and over her and her crew
the waves again rush in all directions; and thus she undauntedly works
her way to the wreck.



     "Borne upon the ocean's foam,
     Far from native land and home,
     Midnight's curtain, dense with wrath,
     Brooding o'er our venturous path.
     While the mountain wave is rolling,
     And the ship's bell faintly tolling:
     Saviour! on the boisterous sea,
     Bid us rest secure in Thee."

     _L. H. Sigourney._

It is one o'clock in the morning; the moon gleams out through the gulfs
in the dark deep clouds which sweep swiftly across her path.

The men see a large ship hard and fast on the Sands and in a perfect
boil of waters. The tremendous seas surge around her, and as they wildly
leap against her shake her from stem to stern; the spray is flying over
her in great sheets, and mingles with the dark masses of smoke, which
rise in thick clouds from the flaming tar-barrels, while smoke and spray
are swept swiftly to leeward by the force of the wind. The vessel is
making all possible signals of distress; the fierce gale has driven
her, at each lift of the sea, higher and higher upon the Sands, until
she has reached the highest part, and there has grounded fast. As the
tide fell the waves could no longer lift the ship, and let her crash
down upon the sand, else long since she would have been utterly broken
to pieces.

The boat makes in for the ship, the people on board see her, and cries
and cheers of joy greet her approach. The foresail is lowered, the
anchor thrown overboard, and the boat fast sheers in towards the vessel,
which they find to be an emigrant ship crowded with passengers.

The cable goes out by the run, and is too soon exhausted, for with a
jerk it brings the boat up within sixty feet of the vessel. As the poor
emigrants see the boat stop short, their cries for help are frantic, and
sound dismally in the boatmen's ears, as slowly and laboriously they
haul in the cable, and with much trouble get up their anchor, before
making another attempt to get alongside the ship. In the meantime they
answer the cries of the people with shouts to encourage them, and the
moon shining out, the emigrants see that they are not deserted. The sea
is so heavy, and the boat's anchor has taken so firm a hold, that it is
a long time before they can get it up; at last they succeed, and now
sail within fifty fathoms of the vessel, before they heave the anchor
overboard again.

It is necessary if they are to windward of a vessel to let the anchor
down as far as possible from her, that they may get plenty of sea-room
when they haul up to it again, so that when they set sail they may have
space enough to sail clear of the vessel upon which the seas would throw
the boat bodily, if they did not allow themselves room to steer a course
which shall be clear of her.

They let the cable out gradually and drop alongside; they get a hawser
from the bow, and another from the stern of the vessel, and by these
they are enabled to keep the boat moderately well in position, the man
on board hauling and veering on the ropes, and upon the boat's cable
attached to the anchor, so as to keep the boat sufficiently near without
letting her strike against the sides of the vessel, and this, in the
broken seas and rapid tide, is a matter of no small difficulty. The ship
is the _Fusilier_, bound from London to Australia; her captain and pilot
shout out to the men on board the boat, "How many can you carry? we have
more than one hundred souls on board, more than sixty women and
children." And it is with no little dismay that the terrified passengers
look down upon the boat half buried in spray, and wonder how she could
by any possibility be the means of rescuing such a crowd of people. The
men answer from the boat that they have a steamer near, and that they
will take off the passengers and crew in parties to her. Two of the
life-boat men, as the boat lifts on the top of a sea, make a sprint,
catch hold of the man-ropes and climb on board the ship. "Who comes
here?" shouts the captain, as the two boatmen, clad in their oilskin
overalls, with their cork belts on, and pale and half exhausted with
their long battling with wind and sea, jump from the bulwarks amid the
excited passengers who crowd the deck. "Two men from the life-boat," is
the reply, and the passengers throng round them, seize them by the
hands, and some even cling to them with an energy of fear, that requires
considerable force to overcome. The light from the ship's lamps and the
faint moonlight reveal the mass of people on board, and the terrible
state of exhaustion and fear that most of them are in; some are deadly
pale and terror-stricken, their eyes wildly staring, and trembling in
every limb; some are in a fainting condition, and are supported by
friends, who half forget their own terrors in their efforts to console
the sufferers who seem to need it most; the wild shrieks of some of the
poor women pierce the gale, while others of the passengers are quiet and
resigned, but their pale and firm looks and clasped hands suggest the
depth of the emotions that they are at such pains to control. It has
been a long long night of terror and most anxious suspense, and many of
those who have held up bravely during its hours of danger and almost of
despair, now break down at the crisis of the life-boat's arrival. But
the night has not been one of unreasoning fear with all. There are those
on board who, filled with a calm heroism, have by their example of holy
faith exerted great influence for good among their
fellow-passengers--one woman especially, who has been for some time
employed by a religious society in London, visiting among the poor,
proves herself well fitted for scenes of danger and distress. Gathering
many around her, she read and prayed with them; and often as the wild
blasts shook the vessel to the keel, there mingled with the roar of the
storm the strains of hymns, and many poor creatures gathered consolation
and confidence as they were led to look, from their own perfect
helplessness and weakness, to the Almighty arm of a loving God; and
many, who had already learnt to know and to feel those truths which take
the sting from death, were encouraged to draw nearer to place their full
reliance upon the sufficient atonement of Him who has declared, "I am
the resurrection, and the life: he that believeth in me, though he were
dead, yet shall he live: and he that believeth in me shall never die."
Thus there was light in the darkness and songs in the night, and the
voice speaking mid the tempest said, "Peace, be still;" and many felt,
although the warring elements still raged, a calm, which recklessness
may assume, but which faith alone can give at such an hour. This is no
fancy sketch, no effort to drag in a bit of attempted pathos. One
hundred immortal souls were momentarily expecting the summons which
should launch them into eternity; and a most terrible shade in the
tragic picture it would indeed have been, had not any of that throng
been prepared for the summons by the exercise of earnest humble
faith--if by all of them the expected messenger, who seemed to linger
minute by minute upon the threshold, was dreaded only with a despairing
fear, as the King of Terrors, if not any were prepared to welcome him
calmly as the messenger of Peace.

But now the life-boat men are upon the deck--a prospect of safety dawns
upon all--a wild scene of excitement for a moment prevails, and there is
a rush made for the gangway of the ship. Mothers shriek for their
children; husbands strive to push their wives through the throng, and
children are trodden down in the rush.

It is a few moments before the excitement ceases, and the captain can
exercise any authority; but the emigrants, checked for a minute, regain
self-control, fall back from the side of the vessel, and await for

"How many will the life-boat carry?" the captain asks the life-boat men.
"Between twenty and thirty at each trip," is the answer. "There is a
very nasty dangerous sea and surf over the Sands, if too crowded we may
get some washed out of her."

It is at once decided, as a matter of course, that the women and
children shall be taken first, and the crew prepare to get them into the

Two sailors are slung in bow-lines over the side of the vessel to help
the women down. The boat ranges to and fro in the rush of the tide, the
men do their utmost to check its sheering, hauling and easing in turn
the hawsers which are passed from the ship to the bow and stern of the
boat, but there is no keeping her for one moment steady; now she veers
right away from the vessel as far as the cable will let her, and again
comes in upon a rush of sea as if to crush herself against the wreck; up
she is lifted on the crest of a wave to almost the level of the ship's
deck, and down again plunges as the wave passes, many feet below, and
leaves a deep and dismal gulf of tumbled sea and foam between her and
the ship.

It is a terrible scene; the crowd of helpless frightened people, and the
comparatively small boat, tossed wildly in the rage of maddened waves,
their one hope of rescue; and it is dangerous and difficult work getting
the people into the boat; it would have been quite difficult and
dangerous enough if all had been active and resolute sailors accustomed
to scenes of danger, but how much more so, when a large proportion of
those to be saved are helpless women, some aged and infirm!

The women who are mothers are called first; one is led to the gangway,
and shrinks back from the scene before her. The boat is lifted up on a
big wave, the men stand on the thwarts with outstretched arms, ready to
catch her if she falls, but the next moment the boat drops into the wild
waste of water many feet below, and is half covered with a rush of foam.

No wonder that the poor woman shrieks with terror, and seeks to struggle
back on to the deck of the vessel; no time for persuasion, she is urged
forcibly over the gangway, and now hangs in mid-air, held by the two men
who are suspended over the side by ropes; as the boat rises again, the
boatmen, who stand ready to catch her, cry, "Let go!" The two men do so,
but the woman, in her terror, clings to one with a frantic grasp, and
the next moment, as the boat falls away from the side of the vessel--oh!
must she not fall into the sea? for the man to whom she is clinging
cannot hold her as she is; one of the active prompt boatmen sees her
danger, makes a spring, grasps her by the heel, drags her from her hold,
catches her in his arms in her fall, and both of them roll over into the
boat, their fall broken by the men who stand ready to catch them. The
half insensible woman is quickly passed to the stern of the boat and
thus she is saved. Now, they are ready again, for all are anxious that
not a moment shall be lost; the number to be rescued, and the time that
must of necessity be occupied in going to and from the steamer, makes
every minute a question of life and death.

Again, up the boat rises; the woman who is being urged forward makes a
half spring, and is got into the boat without much trouble.

The next time the boat rises she does not come well alongside, she
rather falls short and sheers off. A woman is being held over the side
by the two men: "Don't let go, Jack; don't let go!" the woman struggles,
the position of the men is so awkward that they cannot hold her firmly,
and she is struggling from their grasp, while the mad waves leap below,
and if she falls she must at once be swept away by them, and down she
does fall, but at that moment the boat sheers in again, just enough to
enable one of the men to grasp the clothes of the woman and to drag her,
as she falls, on to the side of the boat, and she too is saved.

Again to work; another woman, she is sobbing, and cries out piteously,
"Oh! don't shake me; be careful, don't hurt me!" Poor creature! she is
very near her confinement; down she falls from the hands of the men who
are holding her into the arms of the boatmen, and rolls over into the
bottom of the boat. Some of the husbands on board throw blankets down to
the poor half-dressed women in the boat; the blankets are rolled into
bundles that the wind may not carry them away. Some of the women in the
boat are crying aloud for their children; a passenger rushes frantically
to the gangway, cries, "Here, here!" and thrusts a big bundle into the
hands of one of the sailors, who supposes it to be merely a blanket
which the man intends for his wife in the boat. "Here, Bill, catch!" the
sailor shouts and throws the bundle to a boatman who is standing up in
the boat; he just succeeds in catching it, as it is in the point of
falling into the sea, and is thunderstruck to hear a baby's cry proceed
from it, while there is a shriek from a woman, "My child! my child!" as
she springs forward, and snatches it from him, which tells, indeed, of
the greatness of the danger through which the poor little thing has
passed. In spite of all the boatmen's care and labour the boat every now
and then lurches with a tremendous thump against the ship's side, and
would be stove in but for the massive cork fenders which surround her,
and still she is leaping and tossing about; now high as the main chains
of the ship, now low in the trough of a big sea, the hollow of which is
so deep that it leaves but little water between the bottom of the boat
and the sands; but with all eager haste the men work on, and at last,
after many hair-breadth escapes, and some heavy falls, thirty women and
children are got on board, and the boat is declared to be full.

The boatmen cast off the hawsers from her bow and stern, and begin to
haul in hard upon the cable. They draw the boat up to the anchor with
much difficulty, for as the range of cable gets shorter, the boat jerks
and pitches a great deal in the rush of the short waves, and in the
swing of the tide. The anchor is up at last; the sails are hoisted; the
boat feels her helm, gathers way swiftly, and shoots clear of the ship.
A faint and half-hearted cheer greets them as they pass astern of the
vessel; the remaining passengers watch them with wistful and somewhat
anxious glances as they plunge on through sea and foam. Away the boat
bounds before the fierce gale--on through the flying surf and boiling
sea--on, although the waves leap over her and fill her with their spray.

Buoyantly she rises and shakes herself free, staggering as a cross wave
mid the broken water dashes itself against her bows; tossing her stern
high as she climbs the waves' tall crests, then pitching almost bows
under as the rolling waves pass under her stern; and lurching heavily on
her side as she sinks into the trough of the sea. It is, in spite of
their hope, a dread time for the poor women and children on board her,
with those whom they love as themselves, left, they almost fear, to
perish on the wreck, and while to themselves death at every moment seems
very near; trembling with cold and excitement, they crowd together, and
hold on to the boat, to each other, to anything; it is hard to think of
safety while the boiling seas foam so fiercely around, ready, it seems,
at any moment to overwhelm and bury the boat in their fierce waves. And
the poor women take a more convulsive and firm grasp, as every now and
then the men see a giant cross sea heading towards them, and give a
quick warning cry--"Hold on!" and the sea comes with a clean sweep over
the boat, almost washing them out of her.

The steamer, as has been said, towed the life-boat well to windward,
that she might have a fair wind before which to run in for the wreck,
but as soon as the life-boat left the steamer, away she speeded round to
the other side of the Sands, to leeward of the wreck, that the boat
might again have a fair wind to her as she comes from the wreck, and she
now lays to, awaiting the boat's return.

On she comes; the broken water is now passed; the air is full of scud
and spray, but the cross seas overrun her no longer; she is in deep
water, and the exhausted emigrants begin to raise their heads and look
about them; they could not have endured that continual breaking of the
waves and rush of water over them much longer; how their hearts lift
with joy as they hear the cheering voices of the men, and have the
lights of the steamer pointed out to them, shining bright and near!

Thus, with thirty women and children, their first sheave of the harvest
to be gathered from death, the life-boat men run their boat alongside
the _Aid_. The steamer is put athwart the seas, to form a break-water
for the boat, which comes under her lee; the roll of the steamer, the
pitching of the boat, the wild wind and sea, with the darkness of the
night only faintly broken by the light of the steamer's lanterns, render
it a somewhat difficult matter to get the women out of the boat. As the
boat rises the men lift up a woman and steady her for a moment on the
gunwale, two men on the steamer catch her by the arms as she comes up
within reach, and she is dragged up the side on to the deck. There is
here also no time for ceremony; a moment's hesitation, and the poor
creature might have a limb crushed between the steamer and the boat. As
each woman is thus got on deck, two men half lead half carry her to the
cabin below.

One woman struggles to get back to the boat, crying for her child, the
men do not understand her in the roar of the gale, and she is gently
forced below; again the rolled-up blanket appears, it is handed into the
steamer, and is about to be dropped upon the deck, when half-a-dozen
voices shout out, "There is a baby in the blanket!" and it is carried
down into the cabin, and received by the poor weeping mother with a
great outburst of joy.

"God bless you! God bless you!" she exclaims to the man, and then
blesses and praises God out of the abundant fulness of her heart.

Some of the poor women are completely overcome by the reaction which
takes possession of them now that they find themselves in safety; they
had been comparatively calm and resigned during their hours of hardship
and danger; now they realise the nature of the peril to which they have
been exposed, and in which many whom they love are still placed. Some
throw themselves on the cabin floor, weeping and sobbing; some cling to
the sailors, begging and entreating them to save their husbands and
children who are on board the wreck; while others can do little else
than offer up some simple form of prayer and praise to God.

Instantly that the boat is freed from her passengers she drops astern of
the steamer, and is towed round the sands, to get again into position to
make a second trip to the vessel; and when the straining cable is let
go, and her sail hoisted, she heads round, gathers way, and bounds in
like a greyhound through the troubled sea towards the wreck. A slant of
wind comes and drives her from her course, and she fails in reaching the
ship, and makes for the open water. The steamer speedily picks her up,
tows her into a more favourable position, and the boat soon gets again
alongside the vessel.

There are still on board more women and children than will fill the
boat, and they have to leave some half-a-dozen behind. All the old
difficulties in getting the women down the side of the vessel into the
life-boat are repeated, although the wind has now fallen a little. They
make for the steamer, and as each new comer is handed down into the
cabin, the anxiety of those who are eagerly looking for some loved one
is great indeed, and the meetings again, after so dread a separation,
are naturally very affecting.

For the third time the boat makes to the ship, and now brings away the
remaining passengers. The cabin of the steamer is full of women and
children in every stage of exhaustion and excitement; and they are all
very thankful to God for the full answer vouchsafed to the earnest
prayers of the previous night.

It has taken more than three hours to get the emigrants on board the
steamer; there has been additional delay created by the boat twice
failing to reach the ship, but this very delay, which at the time seemed
so unfortunate, was, under God's providence, the means of saving further

The life-boat again makes for the _Fusilier_ to see what the crew of the
vessel will do, whether they will abandon the vessel at once, or wait to
see the result of a change in the weather which seems to promise. They
get alongside; the gale has gone down very considerably, and the tide
has been falling fast for some time. The ship being light, has not
received so much injury from the thumping on the ground as they
anticipated; and, as she is high up on the sands, the tide has left her
the sooner, so that she has settled down in shallow water, and there is
now, therefore, no immediate danger; although, should the wind get up
with the returning tide, she may be very speedily beaten to pieces.

The captain of the ship thinks that if the wind goes down she may
possibly be got off at the next high tide, as she has not been much
knocked about; but while he is unwilling to abandon the vessel while
there is a chance of her being rescued, he feels the greatness of the
risk, and wishes the life-boat to remain alongside him. It is nearly
day-light; the night is clear, and the wind still blowing very hard,
although the fierceness of the gale seems expended.

The life-boat makes her way to the steamer, and takes orders to be given
at Ramsgate to send luggers with anchors and cables, that every effort
may be made to get the ship off, if the weather continues to moderate.
The boat then returns and lies by the ship, while the steamer, heavily
freighted with rescued emigrants, makes the best of her way towards



     "Eternal Father, strong to save,
     Whose arm hath bound the restless wave,
     Who bid'st the mighty ocean deep
     Its own appointed limits keep;
     O hear us when we cry to Thee
     For those in peril on the sea."


     "Now we must leave our fatherland,
     And wander far o'er ocean's foam;
     Broken is kinship's dearest band,
     Forsaken stands our ancient home.

     "But one will ever with us go,
     Through busiest day and stillest night;
     The heavens above, the deeps below,
     Stand all unveiled before his sight."


The emigrants describe their perils to the men on board the steamer, and
mention that during the previous evening, while their ship was driving,
and some time before she struck, they saw a large ship in great
distress, and drifting fast in the direction of the Sands, but that as
darkness set in, they lost sight of her.

The crew of the steamer keep a sharp look-out for this vessel, or for
any signs of her. She is evidently the one of which they had already
heard, and of which they had been in search before they discovered the

After some time they discover part of a mast and other wreckage
entangled in the Sands, and can only conclude that the vessel has gone
utterly to pieces, with the loss of all hands, during the night; they
must speed on, and get the poor emigrants cared for on shore with all
possible haste. But for the delay that had been occasioned, the steamer
would have been far on its way to Ramsgate by this time, while it was
yet too dark for them to see any distance; now in the grey light that
increases rapidly they can search for any other signs of wreckage. As
they proceed down the Prince's channel, and get near to the
light-vessel, they see the small remnant of a wreck, which they think
may be the bowsprit and jib-boom of a vessel dismasted and on her beam
ends; they get nearer to her, and find that she is well over on the
north-east side of the Girdler or Shingle Sands. Some of the crew wish
to launch the steam tug's small life-boat, eighteen feet long, and make
in through the surf to the wreck, to which they think they can see some
of the crew clinging; but it is considered too great a risk to take so
small a boat through such a broken sea, and it is agreed that they had
better go back for the large life-boat.

They put back, and passing to leeward of the _Fusilier_, strike the flag
half-mast high, as a sign that the boat is to join them. This she
speedily does, and they together make for the newly-found wreck; as they
approach her, they can see that she is a vessel on her beam ends, with
only her foremast standing. The life-boat makes in for her; the men
wonder greatly that the vessel has held together so long, for she is
broken and torn almost to pieces; the copper is peeled off her bottom,
the timbers are started, rent, and twisted; the planking is wrenched
off, almost all the cargo is washed out of the shattered hull, and here,
and there, the light is to be seen through her bottom; there remains now
little more than the skeleton of the ship that a few hours before, taut
and trim, had buoyantly bounded over the seas; and where was her gallant
crew that had so bravely sailed her then? The foremast, feebly held in
position by a remnant of the deck, lies stretched a few feet above the
water. The crew and pilot have been lashed to it for many hours, and
have, for that time, seemed to be trembling over a fearful and yawning
grave; the heavy waves foam up and beat against the hull, and the doomed
ship is, bit by bit, being torn further to pieces. The crew, as they
cling on, hear the timbers creaking and snapping; the deck was blown up
as the water covered it, by the force of the confined air, and its
fragments have been swept away in the swift tide.

The heavy waves make a greater and greater breach over the ship; at
times the ship lifts a little from the mere force of the blows given by
the tremendous seas; at any moment the foremast may break off short,
and the wreck be rolled right over. The mast quivers at every shake and
heave of the wreck; the fierce tide rushes five feet beneath where the
trembling sailors cling, over whom the waves are continually breaking.
An hour passes, and the men are to their wonder still spared; another
and another hour, but they have no means of giving any signals of
distress, and there seems no room whatever for hope. How can there be?
they ask each other. Suddenly they make out a steamer's lights in the
distance, and watch them with a wistful curiosity; to their astonishment
the steamer seems to make directly for them, and then to cruise
backwards and forwards within a few hundred feet of them.

A few of the trembling sailors shout out once or twice, but the rest
smile grimly at the idea of any voice being heard, even a few yards off,
in the roar of such a gale.

They watch the steamer's lights in a very agony of suspense, but without
any hope that they themselves can be discovered in the darkness.

They see a smaller light some distance astern of the steamer, and
imagine it to be that of a life-boat. As they hopelessly watch the
movement of the vessels, they hear the dull throb of heavy guns from the
distant light-ships. They see the faint flashes of light from the
rockets: they know that these signals are calling to the steamer and
life-boat to speed on elsewhere, to the rescue of other drowning ones;
yes, the steamer, in answer to these signals, is leaving them, and
abandoning her vain search, and with a deepening despair they watch her
lights grow fainter and fainter, and at last disappear in the distance.
So they are left alone in their desolation, while the wild winds roar
and the hungry waves rage around them.

The moon goes down, the darkness deepens, the gale rushes by more
furiously than ever; then comes a slight lull, and a faint light streaks
the horizon. They tighten their grasp upon the trembling mast and torn
rigging, and speak a few words of hope.

They may yet witness another sun-rise; for in the dull grey light of the
early dawn they can see faintly a steamer in the distance. She is
approaching, but her course will hardly bring her near enough to
discover them, lying as they are up on one torn mast only just out of
the water. How intensely they watch her! and many an earnest beseeching
prayer is uplifted, and from some hearts that were withal not much
accustomed to prayer. Eagerly! eagerly! they watch her! How some feebly
speak words of hope, while others will not be aroused out of their
despair! Thank God! she changes her course, and makes in directly for
the Sands, upon the edge of which their frail wreck rests. They may all
begin to hope again, and joy comes in upon them like a flood. They shout
aloud, and wave a rag of canvas, the only means of signalling that is
left to them. The steamer sees them, she dips her flag as a signal that
they are seen; and then, to the unspeakable horror of the poor men,
slowly turns round, and steams away full speed in the direction from
which she came. An agony of fear again comes over the poor fellows;
they feel that they cannot be altogether deserted. Upon reflection,
they see that no ordinary boat could live through the surf which
separates them from the steamer; and the steamer would only have been
herself wrecked if she had come any nearer the Sands. She must have gone
for a life-boat. How long will she be away? They shudder as the creaking
mast trembles beneath them; and look with heart dread at the yawning
gulf of wild waters which gapes a few feet below; and they cannot but
have a dismal fear that the steamer on her return with assistance, may
find no vestige left either of them, or of the remnant of wreck to which
they cling.

A short time, which however seems long indeed to them in their great
suspense, and they again see the steamer, and soon they can make out, to
their great joy, that she has the life-boat in tow. Still the flying
surf beats upon them, and drives them, with its sheer weight, still
closer to the mast; still the water rages around, while they cling with
all desperate energy to the quivering shrouds; they are cold, and
drenched, and exhausted, but they are full of hope; their hearts are
lightened, their strength seems to return, the long hours during which
they have seemed hopelessly face to face with death are passed, for the
life-boat is near, and her gallant crew are speeding to their rescue.

The life-boat comes swiftly on, running before the still heavy gale; now
rising like a cork to the mounting seas, or plunging boldly through the
surf and broken water. Her men forget the long night-struggle of
fatigue and danger through which they have passed; much noble,
self-denying, and dangerous work have they done, but they have still
noble work to do--more lives to save, by the help of God--and with cool
determination they cheerfully proceed to their new labours.

They find the water more and more broken as they near the ship; the
waves are flying high over the lost vessel; the ebb-tide is running
strongly. From the breaking seas, and from the position of the wreck,
now on her broadside with her keel to windward, they cannot anchor on
the windward side and let the boat drop gradually in upon the wreck,
their only chance is to run with the wind abeam right in upon the
fore-rigging. It is true that there is considerable danger in this, but
at such times the life-boat men cannot stop to calculate danger, and
must be ready oftentimes to risk their own lives in their attempts to
save the lives of others. They, therefore, charge in straight amid the
floating wreckage, and the boat hits hard upon the iron windlass, which
is still hanging to the deck of the vessel.

A rope is thrown round the fore-rigging, and the group of exhausted
sailors shout with joy as they greet the glad friendly faces of the
life-boat men coming in upon them out of the storm of desolation that
rages around. The crew, sixteen in number, including the pilot and a boy
of about eleven years of age, are to the last extent exhausted and
feeble, and slowly drop one by one from the mast into the boat, and
leave to its fate the last storm-torn fragment of the _Demerara_, which
has been for so many hours their only hope.

"Oars out, and pull hard; let us get clear of all this wreckage before
we have a hole knocked in the boat's bottom," and every boatman strains
his hardest; soon they are clear; now a moment's delay ere they hoist
the sail, and a great shaking of hands all round, and warm greetings,
and heartfelt thanks from the saved ones, and the boat's sail is again
hoisted, and away they make through the surf.

It is now nearly ten o'clock in the morning; they soon reach the
steamer, which is waiting to leeward. The emigrants have been watching
the movements of the boat with the keenest interest; their feelings of
sympathy are moved to their very depths, by the fact of their having
passed so lately through similar scenes of danger and rescue.

They crowd the deck, and shout after shout greets the boat; the women
cheer at the top of their voices, and welcome, with outstretched arms,
alike the rescued and the rescuers.

One warm-hearted Irishwoman seizes the coxswain's hands in both hers,
and shakes them with might and main, sobbing out, as the tears roll down
her cheeks, "I'll pray the Holy Father for you the longest day that I

The steamer is literally crowded with rescued people; the cabins are
given up to the women and children, and the poor people half forget
their present misery in great thankfulness for their safety; they are
wet and cold, and trembling with excitement and with the effects of
their long hours of fear and exposure; the cabin is small and crowded to
the extreme; the steamer rolls and pitches tremendously, as she makes
her way through the cross seas which still run high and broken, though
the height of the tempest is past.

It is no unusual occurrence for a crowd of people to be grouped at the
pier-head, watching with interest for the appearance of one of the many
steamers which, with flags flying in token of goodly freight, and with
gay appearance, as fitly betokens holiday time, makes swiftly for the
harbour; but with a deeper interest than ever is excited by such holiday
scenes is the steamer waited for now.

It is one of those bright, genial winter mornings of which Ramsgate has
so goodly a share. Many persons have been attracted to the pier to take,
on that pleasant promenade, a good instalment of the fresh breeze, and
to watch the sea, bright with sunshine, and the waves glistening and
flashing in their turmoil of unrest.

Intelligence spreads that the steamer and life-boat have been away all
night, and are now every minute expected to round the Point and appear
in sight.

Great is the feeling of gladness, and deep the satisfaction, as the
gallant _Aid_ appears with her flags flying, and flags flying too at the
life-boat's mast-heads, telling the glad tale of successful effort. The
crowd rejoices greatly in the good work done; and as the steamer comes
nearer it is seen that never on a summer's day did steamer bear a fuller
freight of holiday-seekers than does the _Aid_ now bear of those who
have been rescued from deadly peril.

From the pier the crowd look down upon the multitude on board, and feel
that that throng of fellow-beings have been just snatched from death,
and a thrill of wonder and gladness passes through the on-lookers, and
combines with that half formed sense of fear, which a realization of
danger recently escaped either by ourselves, or by others, always gives.

The crowd waves, and shouts, and hurrahs, and gives every sign of glad
welcome and hearty congratulation, and as the steamer sweeps round the
pier-head, the pale upturned faces of one hundred and twenty rescued
men, women, and children, smile back a glad acknowledgment of the
welcome so warmly given. It is a scene almost overpowering in the deep
feeling that it produces. The emigrants land; they toil weakly up the
steps to the pier, all bearing signs of the dangers and hardships
through which they have passed.

Some are barely clothed, some have blankets wrapped round them, and all
are weary and worn and faint with cold and wet and long suspense. There
are aged women among the emigrants; some who had been unwilling to be
left behind when those most dear to them were about to seek their
fortunes abroad; others had been sent for by their friends, and to them
the thoughts of the terrors and trials of a sea-voyage had been overcome
by the longing to see, once again before they died, the faces so long
loved and so much missed; to see perhaps the grand-children upon whom,
although they had never looked, yet they had thought of until they had
become almost part of their daily life. It is piteous to see these aged
women totter from the steamer to the pier.

And young men and young women are of the number; they, crowded in the
race at home, determined to seek in a wider field to make better way.

Here a poor stricken woman looks wistfully upon the white face and
almost closed eyes of the baby in her husband's arms. This is the child
that was so nearly lost overboard as it was thrown into the boat wrapped
up in a blanket; the mother's fears were not realised--the baby speedily

It now becomes the glad office of the people of Ramsgate to bestir
themselves on behalf of those suddenly thrown upon their charity.

The agent of the Shipwrecked Fishermen and Mariners' Society at once
takes charge of the sailors. Accommodation is found for the emigrants in
houses near the pier, and a plentiful meal at once supplied; many of the
residents busy themselves most heartily; clothes, dresses, coats, boots,
and all necessary garments are most liberally given; the people are
ready to _spoil_ themselves on behalf of the poor emigrants.

And thus warmed, fed, clothed and consoled by the heartfelt sympathy
that is so evidently and practically manifested, the poor emigrants
recover in a wonderfully short space of time from the state of physical
and nervous exhaustion to which they had been reduced; but they are
never likely to forget the terrors of the night, or the debt of
gratitude they owe to the gallant Ramsgate life-boat men, who so nobly
effected their rescue.

Subscriptions in the meantime have been raised in the town to pay all
expenses, and to put into the hands of the poor emigrants some little
ready money.

One of the shipping agents has telegraphed to the owners of the ship,
and been empowered to provide the emigrants all needed board and
lodging; he does so, and on the next morning forwards them to London. A
crowd of Ramsgate people bid them good-bye at the station, and receive
grateful acknowledgments of the kindness and sympathy that have been
shown, and they from their hearts wish their poor friends God speed.

The emigrants were cared for in London by the owners of the _Fusilier_.
The weather moderating the morning after the wreck, the emigrants'
things were got out of the vessel and sent on to them; and the owners of
the _Fusilier_ soon obtained another ship, in which they forwarded their
passengers, and they had a prosperous voyage to Melbourne.

The _Fusilier_ was ultimately got off the Sands, but no vestige of the
_Demerara_ was ever again seen.



     "Yet more! the billows and the depths have more!
       High hearts and brave are gathered to thy breast!
     They hear not now the booming waters roar,
       The battle-thunders will not break their rest.
     Keep thy red gold and gems, thou stormy grave!
     Give back the true and brave!"

     _Mrs. Hemans._

The year was fast dying out. Inland the wild winds did little to disturb
the progress of Christmas preparations, or the happiness of Christmas
gatherings. The blasts swept ragingly along, and the last of the dead
leaves were torn from the withering branches. The stalwart trees battled
sturdily in the woods; but many a stout veteran that had long laughed at
storms, at last was bowed in the grasp of the gale, and fell prostrate,
or, like a fainting giant, leant with arms all abroad against his
fellow-strugglers in the strife.

In the towns there was much wondering gossip at the force of the wind,
and here and there some trivial disasters to record; but for all its
rage and bluster, the gale did not gather on shore many trophies of its
strength, and swept moaningly out to sea, to find in the yielding waters
a more ready ally, as it would visit with its wrath man and his works.

The brave ships that were caught by the gale were prepared to accept the
accustomed challenge. It overtook the tall vessels, and then the
swelling sails garnered the force of the wind and held it captive, and
made it speed the swift ship along.

It fell with its full strength upon the stout ships riding at anchor,
and moaned through the shaking rigging, and by the swaying masts and
yards, while the groaning cables shuddered in every link, and the strong
anchors grappled the ground with a tighter and tighter grasp, and held
the good ships safe, in spite of the raging wind and rush of sea, safe
from the greedy waiting sands, or cruel rocks.

Thus on the tempest-lashed ocean all was life, and energy, and conflict;
and the dying year, as its closing hours sped away, had at sea the
howling winds and seething waves to sing its dirge, and storm weary
sailors, and storm-beaten ships to mark its close.

Ships from the Thames, from the east coasts of England and Scotland,
from all northern Europe--ships sailing under every flag, and bound to
all ports, gathered day by day in the Downs anchorage, where they waited
for the strong south-westerly gales to give place to a more favourable
slant of wind, that they might pursue their way down Channel; but still
the strong adverse winds prevailed. But while the outward-bound ships
were thus obliged to halt in their course, the homeward-bound ships came
foamingly along, their masts bending like whips under the small spread
of canvas they were alone able to carry. Like white-winged gulls they
fled over the leaping seas, and threaded their way through the crowded
anchorage of the Downs.

The careless sailors laughed at the heavy blasts of wind which in their
force only hurried the good ship on, and thus gave the crews a better
prospect of realising their hopes of being in Old England on the near
Christmas tide, to spend it with their friends on shore, and share in,
and by their presence greatly add to, all the pleasures of the season.

But the smaller vessels at anchor in the Downs began to ride uneasily,
the force of the gale fell on them with unchecked fury, the swift tide
pressed them sore, and raging seas broke over them again and again.
Their anchors began to drag; the breakers on the Goodwin Sands leapt and
foamed dangerously near to leeward; there was also danger of collision
if their anchors continued to drag, the ships in the Downs being so
crowded together. Yes, there must be a flight from the Downs on the part
of many of the smaller craft. Some vessels make for Ramsgate harbour,
not many, as the charges are now so high and restrictive as almost to
make it cease from being a harbour of refuge. Other vessels make for an
anchorage round the North Foreland; a dangerous experiment this, as it
frequently happens that a sudden lull comes in the southerly gale, and
in a short time the wind chops right round, and begins to blow from the
northward harder than ever. It was so on the occasion of which we are
writing. If a strong fort, under which a fleet was anchored for
protection, suddenly fell into the hands of the enemy, a greater change
would not be wrought in the position, as to the safety of the vessels,
than is occasioned by this sudden shift of wind to the vessels in the
Margate Roads. The high cliffs which have been their shield now become
their deadly peril. It had been desirable to gain their shelter, it is
now a necessity to escape from their neighbourhood as soon as possible.
And so, on this occasion, as the wind chopped round all was at once
astir; some ships succeeded in regaining their anchors, others had no
time or power to do so; some were driven ashore; twenty or thirty
vessels had to slip their cables, and as, with no anchors on board, the
captains did not dare to remain in the neighbourhood of the Sands or
land, these vessels were hauled on a wind, and like a flock of weary
frightened birds went staggering out into the North Sea.[1] The
hovelling-luggers from Ramsgate, Margate, Deal, and Broadstairs are out
during the gale; they go in chase of the ships that have fled from their
anchorage; they place men on board such vessels as need them, either to
act as pilots, or to assist the weary crews. Some of the luggers receive
orders to fetch anchors and cables for such vessels as have lost theirs,
and away they go plunging and speeding through the seas, making for the
nearest port where they can find agents to supply them; and then out
again with all speed, heavily laden, with anchors and chains, in search
of the vessels which have employed them, and which have, likely enough,
been driven by the force of the gale, far from the position in which the
luggers left them.

At midnight the gale gathers increased force; the dark heavy clouds seem
to settle lower and lower, and as the snow-squalls sweep by, the air and
sea seem one confused mass of flying foam and snow.

The storm rages at Ramsgate Pier with all its fury; the pier stands an
advanced fortress unmoved by the fierce attack of the waves, and it is
well manned by brave boatmen, the reserved guard of the storm--Storm
Warriors ready to sally forth to rescue life at the first signal of
danger. One or two waggons, heavily laden with chains, and trucks with
anchors, are being drawn down the pier by the struggling horses, the
spray in heavy volumes washing over all.

Luggers in the harbour, and alongside the pier, are rolling and pitching
in the rough tumble of the miniature sea that the gale arouses even

An anchor is hanging from the crane, a lugger beneath it is tossing up
and down; the men are doing their utmost to guide the anchor in its
descent into the boat as she plunges about; it is perilous work for all
hands; it seems a marvel that it can be done without staving in the
boat, or crushing the men.

A group of boatmen are crouching under shelter of the wall of the pier,
near the life-boat; the night wears away--it is three o'clock in the

A boatman makes his way to the pier-head; he finds the coxswain of the
life-boat on the look-out.

"Well, Jarman, a heavy gale this."

"A heavy gale indeed, Gorham; it is blowing great guns and no
mistake--a terrific sea, too; just the night for our work, and I shall
not be surprised if some is cut out for us, and pretty stiff too, before
the morning."

"Likely enough, it is a sort of touch-and-go night for the Goodwin. I
noticed before dark several vessels riding in the Gulls; now the wind
has cast in so heavily from the north, it will go hard with some of
them, I fear.

"Yes, I noticed them; they must have a bad time of it now; it is to be
hoped that the anchors will hold; it will be almost sudden death for any
poor fellows whose ships touch the Goodwin to-night; why, with the sea
that must be now raging there, it would take in a ship almost at a

"True enough, coxswain; I have been very anxious about them all
night--cannot help thinking about them." And it is supposed that the
boatman's fears were very terribly justified. One vessel was wrecked in
the way we are about to tell; and very grave fears were felt as to the
fate of several others; when the morning came, not one of the vessels
that had been noticed the evening before as being anchored in such a
dangerous position was to be seen, and yet it was almost certain that
not any of them could have got away in safety.

Fishing-smacks that had been lying-to not far from the North Foreland
saw the fleet of vessels driven from the Margate Roads, and afterwards
saw several of them flying signals of distress, and apparently in a
sinking condition; but from the extraordinary force of the gale, the
fishermen could render no assistance, and the weather was too dark and
thick for the signals for help to be seen from the light-vessels, or
from the shore; moreover, a good deal of wreckage was seen floating
about in the morning, and the mast-head of one vessel was discovered
standing out of the water upon the Goodwin, the last seen relic of some
unknown ship and crew.

Among the vessels observed during the afternoon to be at anchor in a
very perilous position in the Gull Stream, and making very bad weather
of it, was the _Mary_, a schooner of about 170 tons; she had been a
Dutch galliott, had a cargo of coals on board, and was bound from
Shields to Dieppe.

There was one fine young man on board, David Fullarton. Life seemed more
especially dear to him, as he was engaged to be married; the
arrangements for the wedding had been made; he had been busy in
preparing a home; and a short voyage from Shields to Dieppe and back,
would do something towards the expenses, and he would not be long away;
and so there were bright memories to look back upon, bright hopes before
him; but this terrible storm seems to cover all with its shadow. As soon
as darkness sets in, and the gale shows signs of increasing in force,
Fullarton becomes very anxious, and keenly alive to the danger the
schooner is in; time after time he entreats the captain to have the
masts cut away, that the vessel may ride more easily, and be less
exposed to the fury of the wind. "Do! captain, pray do! for the sake of
our lives let it be done! we are dragging our anchors--we are fast
driving on the Sands;" and again he begs the captain to signal for
assistance. "Why not! why not? you will do it too late, captain, too
late!" the poor fellow cries in his restlessness and distress.

The night grows on, and its terrors multiply; the intense darkness, the
wild sea, the howling winds moaning and wailing through the rigging, the
hoarse roar and thunder of the breakers raging on the near Goodwin

At last, the captain feels that the schooner is in great danger, and
orders the crew to set a tar-barrel on fire; they hasten to do
so--Fullarton working with eager haste; but the wash of the sea over it
and the heavy wind will not let it burn; they fill the barrel with tow
and tar, and grease, and at last get it to flare up with a fierce flame
that resists the storm; the watch on board the Gull light-ship had
noticed before dark the danger of the vessel, and had been keenly on the
look-out in her direction for signals of distress; on Ramsgate Pier,
also, an anxious look-out had been kept for some hours, the boatmen
expecting disasters in that quarter.

It is a little before four in the morning; the men on board the
light-vessel see the signal of distress, and fire a gun and send up a
rocket to convey to the shore the tidings that help is wanted.

The boatmen at once commence preparations with all energy, they arouse
the men asleep in the watch-house on the pier, a man hurries to give the
harbour-master notice, the crew of the steamer _Aid_ get ready for sea,
the harbour-master hurries down the pier and gives the men orders to
start on their merciful and perilous errand.

Away they go in the teeth of the hurricane, clearing their way through
the leaping foaming waves and the clouds of heavy spray.

The town and harbour lights gleam out in the darkness, but there is no
looking back for them on the part of the men, and there may be none;
until by God's mercy, their work is successfully finished, and then
doubly will the lights shine out a glad welcome on their triumphant
return home.

The lights they now look for are the beacon fires of warfare; calls to
conflict and peril; guides into the thickest of the dread battle-field.
As the life-boat lifts on the curl of a wave, the crew see the
flickering flame of the signal-fire that is burning so fiercely in the
tar-barrel on the wreck; they make in for the signal at once, pass
through the Cud channel; snow-squalls come sweeping by, adding to the
cold and darkness, and shutting out from their view all lights on the
Sands; the men are eager and excited in their quick sympathy for the
shipwrecked crew--eager to brave all the dangers of the lashing seas
which they know must be leaping and tearing about the wreck. And they
well realize the deadly peril the poor shipwrecked seamen must be in,
and think little in their struggle onward of all the hardships they
themselves are enduring.

For about forty minutes they battle their way, and then find themselves
near the wreck; the signal flame from the burning tar-barrel leaps, and
flickers, and burns low, and is almost extinguished by the spray; the
life-boatmen watch it anxiously, for they know that if the crew of the
vessel cannot succeed in keeping it alight, it will be almost impossible
for them to find the vessel in the darkness of the night; the crew of
the schooner also feel this to be the case, and bring clothes and
bedding, and all the tar and oil they can get at, and by great exertions
manage to keep the fire burning.


[1] NOTE.--_Extract from Newspaper._--"Five vessels wrecked off
Margate:--On Friday evening there were about one hundred and fifty
vessels anchored in the Margate and North Foreland Roads, where they
were sheltered from a south-westerly gale. Suddenly, about one o'clock
on Saturday morning, a violent gale sprung from the north-east, and the
vessels in the Roads were compelled to slip their anchors and seek the
nearest shelter. Rockets and flares were seen displayed in all
directions from the numerous distressed vessels. The Broadstairs
life-boat and the Margate life-boat, the _Quiver_, put to sea. Four
vessels were driven ashore, three in the Main, and one in Margate Bay,
and the crews of three were saved by the Broadstairs life-boat. Another
vessel was run down off the North Foreland, and it is reported that
another has gone to pieces on the Tongue Sand, and, it is feared, with
all hands."



     "Sleep on; thy corse is far away,
       But love bewails thee yet;
     For thee the heart wrung sigh is breathed,
       And lovely eyes are wet."

     _G. D. Prentice._

"Now, my men, make ready!" the coxswain cries; "we've got our work
before us."

The night is wild, and dark, and bitter, blinding snow, and sleet, and
storm-wrack rush along on the wings of the gale.

The Sands are alive with the rolling breakers, the fierce dash and
seethe of the waves upon them add to the roar of the tempest; never was
a battle-field more full of raging foes than is that into the midst of
which our Storm Warriors are about to rush; never was band of men more
beset by foes, more helplessly, hopelessly beset, than are the crew of
the _Mary_; how shall they be plucked from the midst of ten thousand
raging waves? any one of which would swamp an ordinary boat; it can only
by any possibility be done by such a boat as the life-boat, and only by
such men as the life-boatmen.

And now the men settle to their work.

The mainsail and mizen are already close reefed, they are got ready for
instant hoisting. The steamer lashes through the seas towing the boat
farther to windward, the hawser is let go, the men hoist the sails as
fast as they can in the leaping rolling boat; she feels the force of the
blast, lays over on her side, down with the helm, she rights, her head
comes round, and in through the boiling seas she makes for the wreck.

Each boatman has his life-belt on, and as the seas break more fiercely
over the boat, the men twist the life-lines round their arms, so that if
some huge wave, rushing over the boat, should wrench them from their
hold, and wash them out of the boat, or that the boat should upset in
the curl of a breaker, that they may have the better chance of getting
back to her.

Each time that the boat lifts on the top of a wave they can make out the
signal-fire on board the wreck, as the boat falls in the trough of a sea
they speed swirling along, through a very gauntlet of hungry waves which
leap upon her, as wolves would leap upon a strong horse; but she throws
them off, as the horse might the wolves in the impetus of his speed and

"Ready in the bow?"

"Ay! Ay!"

"Ready all?"

"All ready."

"We are nearing the wreck," a plunge forward on a big wave, and the
dismasted vessel is seen only a few fathoms off.

"Over with the anchor, down with the mainsail; keep up the mizen, to let
the boat sheer, and now for the wreck."

The life-boatmen are near enough to her to see by the fitful blaze of
the tar-barrel that she is a small schooner, with a high stern, and that
she is totally dismasted, and they recognise the Dutch-looking craft
that they had watched during the afternoon; they catch the gleam of the
pale faces of the crew, who are clinging to the gunwale.

Poor fellows! how they gaze out in the darkness; death, death, so near
from the raging storm, from their sinking ship, from the terrible Sands
on which the wreck of their vessel will be torn piecemeal by the strong
fierce waves in so short a time.

How they cry out with hope, as they first catch sight of the lights that
are shining out in the gloom, and drawing nearer and nearer! it may be
only the lights of some vessel as badly off as they are: they will not
think so; they are on the Goodwin, the signals have been made, and
answered from Ramsgate; if the life-boat can save them, they will be
saved, and this small light dancing so wildly in the storm, and drawing
nearer out of the dread darkness of the wild night, may be the light of
the life-boat, and they will not despair.

It _must_ be the life-boat! no other boat could come in through the seas
as that boat has done; and now as she nears, the light is reflected on
her blue-and-white sides, and they hear the men shout, and the poor
fellows pass from despair to hope, and cling harder than ever to the
gunwale of the wreck, as the seas wash over them.

On board the life-boat they veer out the cable rapidly; many fathoms run
out, but still they seem to get no nearer the wreck, on the contrary,
the wreck is getting farther and farther from them.

As the life-boatmen made the vessel out in the darkness, they supposed
her to be hard and fast on the Sands, and as they neared, and could see
how the waves were beating over her, this appeared still more to be the
case, but it proves not to be so; the tide is much higher than usual,
and the wreck, with two long lengths of chain-cable dragging over her
bows, is drifting over the top of the Sands, and with the force of the
gale, and in the strength of the tide, drifts faster than the men on
board the boat are able to veer out the cable.

"Hold on the cable, the wreck is drifting, we must up anchor; to it, my
men, hard and fast as you can."

This getting in the life-boat cable and anchor is terrible work; the
wild seas are literally raging over the boat; it was bad enough when the
boat was under weigh, running before the wind, bounding along with the
waves in their flight, and thus escaping much of their fury.

But now the boat is head to the seas, she meets them as they rush on
with all their force, and she wrenches and jerks at the cable with a
power that threatens to tear her to pieces.

As many men as can lay hold of the cable do so; they cling on to the
boat with their legs round the thwarts; they give the hawser a couple of
turns round the bollard--a timber head in the fore part of the boat used
for towing purposes; a huge wave passes; the boat falls in the trough of
the sea; as she falls the strain of the cable lessens; "Haul, and with a
will, my men, haul!" they get a fathom or two of cable in; the curling
crest of a broken wave falls on board, almost smothering the men, and
filling the boat; she droops and staggers under the weight of water; the
men in her as they cling to the thwarts are up to their necks, the
air-tight compartments in the boat lift her, the valves in the floor
open, she empties herself in a few seconds; a huge short wave curls on,
she rises to it, buoyant as ever; it catches her under the bows, throws
her high in the air, as if it would turn her end-over-end; the men cling
to the hawser for a breathless moment; it checks the boat, the wave
breaks over the boat in a cloud of spray and foam; the boat drops; the
men shake their heads free of the water; again a loud shout from the
coxswain; "Haul, haul, your hardest, my men, hand over hand!" they get
in a few more feet of the strong rope, and so much nearer to their
anchor; and then hold on with straining muscles for another dread
struggle with the next huge sea; hardly time for a few quick breaths,
and here the sea comes, like a terrible monster, with shaking mane and
gnashing teeth; it foams along, gleaming out of the darkness and
straightly leaps upon them; and thus amid all the wild turmoil of the
raging breakers, with the boat thrown violently here and there in the
might of the seas, with the waves breaking over her in such quick
succession that the men can scarcely find time to breathe, does the
fight go on in order to recover the anchor and cable; the men had no
thought of themselves; they had but to cut the cable and run before the
gale, and the fierce strife would be over; no! they must, at all costs,
recover the anchor and cable, or they will not be able to save the crew,
and they will fight and wrestle for it to the end. At last the cable
shortens, another pull and the boat is right over the anchor, she lifts
on a sea, the anchor is torn from its hold, and lifts with her: in with
it, make it fast, hoist the sails, the boat's head pays round, and she
is again steered for the wreck. As the boat runs before the wind and
seas, the men, who are thoroughly exhausted, have a few minutes of
comparative rest.

The time occupied by the life-boat men in recovering their anchor has
been a dread time indeed, for the poor shipwrecked crew.

With their shattered and slowly-sinking vessel staggering and shuddering
beneath their feet, the heavy seas thundering against her and breaking
over her, each one threatening to be the final one which shall sweep
them all to destruction; the men seemed to be each moment on the verge
of death.

The storm howls around them, their only ray of hope proceeds from the
life-boat light, which shines feebly through the mist, and suddenly the
boat has halted short in her course towards them; why, they can scarcely
understand; but one thing they are sure of, that it is no failing
courage on the part of the men; it is impossible that they should be
left to perish in their distress.

Their one effort now is to keep the tar-barrel in full blaze, and
cruelly the wind and seas seem to do their utmost to destroy this their
last hope, and leave them without the signal which alone can guide the
life-boat to their rescue.

Fullarton, poor fellow, is working with an excited energy, burning in
the barrel everything that he can lay hands on, that is at all likely to
feed the flame.

He had left home a few days before, so full of hope and joy, and glad
anticipation; they had had bad weather, and anxious watches, and
sleepless nights since they sailed, and now the poor fellow is almost
overwrought by work and watching, and broken down with dread anxiety.
"It is not for myself so much, not for myself, as for my poor girl," he
says to his mates; they, kind fellows, amid their own cares and
anxieties, and memories, and fears, do what they can to cheer him up.

Now as the life-boat comes rushing in through the seething seas, and
breaks out from the darkness into the light of the fire which they
succeed in keeping burning on the deck of the schooner, it is
Fullarton's voice that is heard in piercing tones above the roar of the
gale. "Be as quick as you can! be as quick as you can! we are sinking

Yes! it is very evident that the vessel must soon founder; the wild seas
are rushing over her; her deck is almost level with the surface of the
water; at any moment she may refuse to lift to the rise of the sea, and
with one plunge sink bodily down.

The coxswain of the life-boat sees that the schooner is still drifting,
and decides upon not anchoring the boat, but tries to run alongside the
wreck, which is being kept head to the seas and wind by the drag of her
chains. The boat runs alongside within a few feet; the grappling-irons
are thrown on board, they catch in the gunwale of the wreck, the boatmen
take turns with the lines round the thwarts, and begin to haul the boat
slowly up to the wreck; it is hazardous work, for she is deeply laden
with coals, and is half full of water; she is buried in the seas, and
labouring very heavily; the men are afraid that in the rush of some
cross sea the boat will be tossed bodily on to the wreck.

The boat lifts up on the crest of a towering wave; there is a tremendous
strain upon the stout grappling-lines, a moment's lull in the rush of
the broken water. "Haul in hard upon the lines, get her alongside, now,
my men; sharp, my men!" the coxswain shouts; and then to the vessel's
crew: "Be ready to jump directly we are near enough!" "Aye! Aye! all
right, all right!" the crew cry, excitedly, and crouch ready to spring
upon the gunwale, and over into the boat. "Be ready all! be ready all!"
the coxswain again cries, as he tries to sheer the boat near enough for
the men to jump on board. "Now! now! Stop! hold on, hold on all for your
lives!" A tremendous breaker comes gliding on like a dark snow-crowned
wall, deluges the men with the foam and spray that flies from its
crest, lifts the boat in its strong grasp, the grappling-lines snap
like threads, and the boat is swept on in the rush of the wave far away
from the wreck; the boatmen look back, and in the glare of the
signal-fire they can see the pale white faces of the despairing and
terrified sailors, and as the boat is driven on through the dark wild
seas, the cries of the poor fellows can be for some time heard
penetrating the tumult of the storm.

Before the boat was driven away from the vessel, at the moment of the
ropes parting, the coxswain, seeing that the boat would be carried away,
shouted at the pitch of his voice, "Have ropes ready!" the crew heard
the words; and are consoled in the depth of their disappointment; they
know that they are not to be deserted, that while ship and life-boat
both last, attempt after attempt will be made for their rescue. But how
long will the wreck float under them? this is the terrible question, and
they call out, and this is the cry that the boatmen hear indistinctly:
"We are sinking fast! We are sinking fast!"

The swirl of the sea and the tide, and the force of the gale, drive the
boat far away to leeward; the men hoist her sails again, heave her to,
and then try to stay her, and make in again directly for the wreck; but
she misses stays, as the seas come rushing over her, and they have to
wear her round. They battle on, and are speedily ready for their third
attempt, thankful to find that the poor labouring wreck is still afloat.

They run the boat close under the schooner's port-quarter; the sailors
are all ready with the required ropes; they throw one on board the boat,
and the men in the boat succeed in throwing two strong lines on board
the wreck; once more the order is to haul in close alongside.

And again the boatmen see the white faces of the almost drowned and
exhausted men light up with hope. Fullarton especially is full of joy in
the reaction of his feelings; he almost feels saved, and is very
excited. Cautiously the boatmen work, doing their utmost to prevent the
boat being dashed against the wreck; now they are just alongside; two
minutes more, and all are saved; no, a heavy sea comes foaming along,
and as it breaks fills the boat and rushes over the ship, which staggers
under its weight; the ropes which fasten the boat to the ship, jerk and
wrench, but still hold; the boat lifts, clears herself of water, the men
breathe again. Another tremendous wave comes rushing along, another, and
then several in quick succession; the men cling with all their force to
the thwarts; heavy volumes of water beat down upon their backs; the boat
plunges, and is wrestled here and there in the strong tumult of the
waves; the ropes seem ready to tear the masts and thwarts to which they
are fastened out of the boat; at last one rope parts; another gives the
moment after; the boat rises on the crest of a wave, she heels over, the
third rope breaks under the tremendous strain, the boat springs forward
and is torn away from the vessel, and is rapidly swept away under her
stern; a loud shriek is heard, it is from poor Fullarton; the boatmen
see him as he stands between them and the glare of the flame; he throws
up his clasped hands in despair; the next moment he wildly rushes along
the deck, for a second balances himself on the gunwale, crouches and
springs with all his force towards the boat--a heavy thud; he hits the
bow of the boat as she is driving away stern first; a cry from the
boatmen, "Man overboard!" as he sinks a huge wave rolls over him, and
bears the boat farther away; Jarman, the coxswain, seizes a life-buoy
and jumps upon a thwart ready to throw it to the man when he rises; a
blast of wind catches Jarman, nearly tumbles him overboard, and throws
him down into the bottom of the boat, wrenching the life-buoy from his
hand; the drowning sailor is again lost to sight in the trough of the
sea; he is swimming and struggling hard, but the boat, although without
sails, is being driven faster than he can swim; the men see his wild
desperate efforts, as he plunges and springs forward with outspread arms
as if to grasp at the boat; he is lifted high on the crest of a wave; it
curls him over, and with a cry he falls head first, and is buried in the
trough of the sea; once more they make out his figure as he springs up
on the top of a wave between them and the signal-fire; once again they
hear his cry of despair, and he is lost to them, and to all dear to him
on earth for ever.

It is all over in a few seconds; the hardy boatmen shudder and feel sick
at heart: so suddenly, so terribly, so swiftly has the strong man died;
and to see their brother sailor thus perish within a few yards of them,
beaten under by the boiling waves so quickly that they were utterly
powerless to aid, is indeed, terrible to all. But not a moment is to be
lost, any one of the mad seas which rush so continually over the wreck
may founder her with its weight, or sweep the exhausted men out of her.
The wreck cannot by any possibility float much longer; how can the men
be saved? The life-boat is now right astern of the vessel, which is
drifting slowly towards them; the seas run with such violence, swaying
the wreck in one direction and the boat in another, that it is evidently
useless to attempt to fasten the boat alongside the wreck, and the
coxswain determines to adopt a new plan. The boat is right astern of the
wreck, which is slowly drifting towards them; the coxswain of the boat
will anchor the boat right in her path, and try to sheer alongside as
she drifts past, and thus get the crew out of her. "Over with the
anchor; veer out as little cable as she will ride to; hold on, stand
ready all!"--and they anxiously watch the approach of the wreck.

On the wreck comes straight for them; the boats mizen sail is hauled
flat to help the boat sheer out of the ship's way; they must manage
skilfully or she will drive right over the life-boat; the helm is put
hard up; the mizen catches the wind; the boat sheers, the wreck just
misses her; the boat is close to her starboard quarter. Down helm, and
the boat sheers in close alongside, the men in the bow pay out the cable
quickly to let the boat float alongside the ship, "Jump when we near!"
they cry to the crew; "jump for it! be steady, but do not lose a
chance!" a sea throws the boat within a yard of the wreck, three men
spring on board; a moment, and the next rush of sea sweeps the boat away
and buries them all in foam. As the sea overruns the boat, the boatmen
cling to the sailors who have sprung on board, to prevent their being
washed out of her. "Have we got all?" "No, only three, one is left!"
"Look out, then, my men; in we go again! the lee-tide is running very
strongly--the cable is paying out fast."--"There is only about ten
fathom of cable left," the men in the bow shout to the coxswain; he
sheers the boat in, they can just make out the figure of a man at the
stern of the vessel; they cry out to him: "Be ready; 'tis your last
chance; you must jump for your life; we shall hardly have time to come
in again;" they close in alongside; a heavy sea knocks down the men in
the bow who are paying out the rope; at that moment the man on the wreck
makes a desperate leap for the boat, he falls among the men; the end of
the cable runs out into the sea. "Rope gone!" is the cry, but the man is
saved; the ship is on the point of sinking, and they at once lose sight
of her in the dark night. It is the captain who is last on board the
boat; he looks round with thankfulness upon the life-boatmen and upon
his saved crew: "But where is Fullarton?" he asks. "The man who jumped
for the boat when the ropes parted."

"He fell short of the boat, and we could not save him," is the sad

"Poor fellow, poor fellow! he was so terribly anxious, he could not
wait. Oh! that he had only waited with us! but he was almost in despair
before the boat came, and seeing you break away the second time was too
much for him." And afterwards he told them the drowned sailors piteous
story--what a good fellow he was, and that it was because he was to be
married upon his return home that he was so anxious, and felt life to be
doubly dear to him.

It is about seven o'clock in the morning; the day breaks wild and cold,
and dismal as weather can well be. The faint light of the dawn scarcely
makes its way through the thick clouds of flying spray and foam and
half-frozen snow that drive fiercely along.

A dread suggestive picture as witnessed from the cliffs on shore is that
of the Goodwin Sands in a storm--the raging mountains of white surf
springing high in the air, and breaking into clouds of spray, and the
waves racing along the Sands in foaming rollers, strong to sweep
anything before them: to watch this from the shore at a distance of six
miles is enough to make one shudder, so terrible a picture does it give
of wild, hungry, irresistible power and rage, but what must it be for
those who have to encounter this turbulent sea in the very thick of its
strife; in a boat almost buried by the waves, clinging to the thwarts,
the life half beaten out of them; and yet, hour after hour enduring all
hardship, and sternly battling with all resistance--and all this the men
in the life-boat have yet to endure.

The boat is on the top of the south end of the Sand, and in the fiercest
strife of the wild sea, a foaming wilderness of water all around them;
the waves seem mad in the very fury of their contest; they rear up and
clash together with a roar and hiss; rush swiftly on; recoil as swiftly
back; now meet others in their full onward swoop and contend for
mastery; leap high in angry curling crests, then fall with thunder
tones, but only to form in serried ranks, and rush swiftly again into
the wild race and conflict.

No ordinary boat could endure this for a minute, the first of these mad
curling waves would engulf her at once; the life-boat alone can contend
with such broken battling seas, and come out a victor from the strife.

The men crowd aft that the boat may run better before the gale; they put
oars out on each quarter to help the boat steer, and to prevent her
broaching to, for if she does, the curl of the wave is so strong that
she will be rolled over, and probably many of her crew and passengers
lost, for although she would right again directly, all could not expect
to get back to her in such a sea; she is full of water; the seas break
over her in such quick succession, that she has no time to free herself,
but she bounds on, and on, and soon, but not without much danger, the
men escape from the broken water and reach the outer part of the Sand.

The boat is now put under fore-sail and mizen, both close reefed, hauled
to the wind and pressed through the seas, to be certain of making the
land, from which the gale is blowing so strongly.

The boat heels over under the pressure of her canvas, one gunwale is
buried in the seas; the rescued men have never been in a life-boat
before, and feel much alarmed.

"Ah! Geordie, man," says the captain to the mate, "this is queer sort
of sailing; it's sailing under water altogether;" and the men afterwards
confessed, that not knowing what a life-boat could do, they expected
every moment that she would capsize, and felt themselves in almost as
much danger in the boat as they had been on board the wreck. It takes
the boat about an hour and a half of this hard driving through the seas
to beat up against the gale and get near to the land; the men then find
themselves not far from the South Foreland light, between Deal and
Dover. The ships in the Downs are many of them in great danger, driving
from their anchorage, and some with signals of distress flying.

An English man-of-war is at anchor there; as the life-boat flies under
her stern, the men on deck give a hearty cheer in honour of the Warriors
of the Goodwin Sands. A large Dutch ship is next passed, all her crew
crowd aft, and with much energy they also cheer the brave boatmen.

Some large Deal luggers are cruising about; the men on board see with
much surprise the flag flying at the life-boat mast-head, telling the
tale of triumph, that a crew had been rescued; for they declared in
speaking about it afterwards, that they thought it a mere impossibility
to get a crew off the Goodwin in such a night, and through such a
terrific sea.

The life-boatmen begin to be uneasy about the steamer; they saw her last
about five in the morning, with the Goodwin Sands close under her lee,
and facing the full force of the gale.

They think that she will have run down the Sands and be waiting for
them; they put the boat about, and run out a little, hoping to meet her;
after they have laid-to for about half an hour, waiting for the steamer,
a heavy squall strikes the boat, and carries away her mizen-mast; they
at once wear her head round to the land, and run into St. Margaret's
Bay. The men fear that if they leave the protection of the high cliffs,
the boat, as she is now partially disabled, may be blown over on the
French coast by the force of the gale, and they therefore run down under
the cliffs to Dover. Here they find further evidence of the terrible
nature of the gale; ships are being towed into the harbour disabled; the
sea is making a clean breach over the cross wall; part of the esplanade
has been washed away, and the mail packets have been driven back in
distress; hundreds of people, hiding in sheltered places, are watching
the fury of the sea; they have for some time seen, with much interest,
the gallant life-boat, with her flag flying, making for the harbour, and
many come down the pier to welcome her. The life-boat, as she shoots
round the head of the pier, meets the strong wind in all its force; she
has lost her mizen-mast, anchor, cables, and has scarcely a spare fathom
of rope left; she is fast being driven out again to sea, when they
manage to get a rope to her from the pier, and many willing hands clap
on, and tow her slowly along; in the meantime the harbour-master sends
the steam-tug to her help, and the boat is soon safely moored in the
inner harbour, and the men who have for so many hours encountered such
great hardship and peril are once more upon dry land.

The shipwrecked crew are well cared for by the agent of the Shipwrecked
Mariners' Society; the life-boatmen go to the Sailors' Home, and under
the influence of a hearty welcome and substantial cheer, speedily
recover from the effects of their long exposure and fatigue.

The coxswain hastens to telegraph to the authorities at Ramsgate the
safe arrival of the life-boat at Dover, and there is great satisfaction
felt there at the assurance of the boat's safety.

While the life-boat was in among the breakers, battling with the seas,
and disentombing, we may almost say, the terrified sailors from the
hungry grave which yawned around them, the steamer kept her ground, as
near as possible to where the captain thought the life-boat was at work,
and just clear of the surf.

They waited hour after hour, but no signal came from that fierce
battle-field; the hoarse blast of the storm, the many-voiced roar of
waters, overwhelmed all other sound; the darkness of the night, the
clouds of sleet and foam engulfed all in gloom. The crew of the steamer
waited on in much anxiety, and not free from great peril.

The daylight broke, a grey flood of misty light rolled back the greater
darkness, but they could see no signs of the life-boat; they could make
out by-and-by a few spars tossing wildly among the leaping seas and a
tangled portion of wreck; they steam in as near to it as they dare, and
with their glasses watch closely every shadow, or spar, or mass of
wreckage, but see no signs of life; the sea is silent as to the fate of
the crew, and after a careful and vain search, the captain of the
steamer, feeling sure that if the life-boat has succeeded in getting
clear of the Sands, she must have been forced by the gale to run to
Dover for shelter, he determines to make the best of his way there.
Jarman, the life-boat coxswain, sees the steamer making for the harbour,
and hastens to the pierhead; one wave of his arm tells the whole story
of success and safety.

The crew of the life-boat and of the steamer alike realize the
responsibility of their work, that it is indeed one of life and
death--that they must not be out of the way when wanted if they can help
it; for that any delay may be fatal to some dying crew, who are perhaps
straining their eyes in vain searchings for their one earthly hope, the

All hands at once prepare for their return to Ramsgate; back round the
stormy South Foreland again; and home to be greeted, as such conquering
heroes should be greeted, with smiles of welcome from hundreds of faces
brightening up with hearty sympathy, and with ringing cheers that tell
alike of admiration for courage, and of gladness for their return;
cheers that know no reserve, as they welcome those who come triumphant
from the battle-field--cheers for those who come not from death-dealing,
in however good a cause, but from life-saving--leaving none to echo
their shouts of victory with the wailings of defeat.

The following letter will prove an apt and not uninteresting conclusion
to the story, as it expresses the deep gratitude of the men who were
saved, and gives in simple heartfelt language their tribute of thanks,
and their declaration of admiration for the gallant and self-denying
efforts by which their rescue from otherwise certain death had been so
nobly effected.

     "_119 Church St., North Shields. Capt. Shaw, Harbour-master,

     "DEAR SIR,

     "I, the undersigned master, and likewise the crew of the _Mary_,
     which were saved by the gallant coxswain, Mr. Jarman, and his crew
     on the morning of the 21st inst., which I do believe to be
     unrivalled, for my idea is they used every effort to save the young
     man which was drowned, but it was in vain; we all beg to return a
     vote of thanks to Mr. Jarman and his crew; likewise to you, dear
     sir, which has everything in such order and discipline for the
     rescue of life; and may the Lord bless them all, and look over
     them, when trying their uttermost efforts to rescue their
     fellow-men from a watery grave!

     I cannot express my feelings good enough to reward the brave
     fellows' attendance. My love to them all, and I will make a letter
     appear in the public press after I get myself settled, therefore I
     beg to conclude."

     "From your grateful Friend,

     "WILLIAM FOREMAN, Master.
     "C. H. MOORE, Mate.
     "JOSEPH COLLINS, Carpenter.

To which letter the harbour-master returned answer, stating how
gratifying it was to all connected with the life-boat and steam-tug that
such gallant and skilful exertions should have reaped such success; the
sympathy and great regret that was felt for the loss of their young
shipmate; and that there were at Ramsgate, at all times both by day and
night, gallant boatmen ready and willing to risk their lives when called
upon to perform such perilous undertakings.

And, readers, can we do better than often, and especially when gales are
abroad, echo the prayer offered for the life-boatmen by the rescued
master of the _Mary_.--"The Lord bless them all, and look over them when
trying to rescue their fellow-men from a watery grave!"



     "Then courage, all brave mariners,
       And never be dismay'd,
     While we have bold adventurers,
       We ne'er shall want a trade;
     Our merchants will employ us
       To fetch them wealth, we know;
     Then be bold--work for gold,
       When the stormy winds do blow."

     _M. Parker._

Few places in the world, if any, have proved the scene of more daring
sailor-life than Deal beach. Generation after generation of boatmen have
passed away, having spent their lives, from early boyhood, in continuous
strife with the swift tide, strong seas, and rolling surf that race
through the channels off Deal, and break upon the Goodwin, or upon the
Shingle beach.

Other antagonists the old days used to provide, and the young men's
hands grew hard with handling the bow, or spear, or javelin, or the
musket, cutlass, or boarding-pike, as well as with handling the tiller
and the ropes.

In the days of old, the Northern Sea Kings were, to the east coast of
England, like clouds on the horizon, ever threatening a storm, but
without any indication as to where the storm would break.

The coast of Kent was especially open to their attacks; they came down
like wolves on the fold; a bright sunny morning, a bowling northerly
breeze, a few specks on the horizon standing out darkly with the clear
dawn behind them.

A few hours, and the Norsemen were at work; a fishing-village, wrecked
and half buried in ruins, some of its stout defenders lying gashed and
ghastly among its smoking embers; trembling fugitives still hurrying
inland with a few of their lighter and more treasured goods, and the
marauders holding swift and triumphant debauch upon the shore, as with
rude cries of mirth and victory, they prepare to start seaward again
before time can be found to gather forces to make any attack upon them,
or any efforts can be made to regain the plunder the hardy robbers have
obtained, or to revenge the slaughter they have worked.

The Romans, when they were lords of the land, felt the necessity of
resisting these roving Sea Kings in a determined and organised manner;
they formed nine military stations along the coast, and placed all under
the command of an officer, to whom they gave the sounding title of Count
of the Saxon Shore.

Four of these stations were in Kent--Reculver, Richborough, Dover, and
Lymne. Remains of the Roman fortifications still bear witness that they
were intended in defence from an enemy whose power was not lightly

This military organisation of the Romans was afterwards developed into
the establishment of the Cinque Ports and their respective members, the
jurisdiction of which embraced a coast line from Reculver to Hastings.

The inhabitants of the Cinque Ports well earned and fully obtained great
honour in the old days. The free men of the ports were styled barons,
and held rank among the nobility of the kingdom. They stood the vanguard
of defence against all England's continental enemies, and their service
is thus described by Mr. Boys in his 'History of Sandwich':

"The inhabitants were always on the watch to prevent invasion; their
militia were in constant readiness for action, and their vessels stout
and warlike, so that, in Edward the First's time, they alone equipped a
fleet of one hundred sail, and gave such a blow to the maritime power of
France as to clear the Channel of those restless and insidious invaders.
The state depended upon them for the safety of its coast-line and towns,
and their services went by no means unrewarded; an encouragement they
had always been accustomed to receive, and this for commercial as well
as for warlike enterprise, as by the wisdom of our Saxon ancestors, a
merchant who had at his own expense three times freighted vessels with
home produce was entitled to the rank of thane or baron. The Barons of
the Cinque Ports walked in procession at the coronations of the kings
and queens, and at the feast of the coronation had an especial table
allotted to them in Westminster Hall at the right of the king; this
privilege was preserved up to the time of the coronation of George the

All this is evident and sufficient testimony of the nature and extent of
the services of our coast heroes in defence of their country; and still
the enterprise and daring continue, and bold, vigilant warfare goes on,
although defence against a foreign foe has long ceased to be its first
consideration. In later times, indeed, the revenue officers
unfortunately, and to no small extent, took the place of the foreign foe
in the minds and labours of by no means a few of the boatmen and
inhabitants of these towns situated so conveniently adjacent to the
Continent; and the enterprise and labours of the boatmen were no less
daring, if less patriotic than in former days, and smuggling was
elevated into as organized a business as fishing is now: one writer
rather quaintly remarks, "Yet even this smuggling is not without its
utility, for however the revenue may suffer, it gives birth to a very
intrepid race of seamen, who are of the greatest service in relieving
others from the dangers which befall shipping on this coast in bad

Certainly the boatmen of Deal beach are not now, and probably never have
been, surpassed for skill and daring.

If they can by any possibility get their famous luggers out to sea, no
hurricane daunts them; their splendid boats glide over the seas,
escaping the broken water--now high on the wave, now buried in the
trough--and look like so many strong-winged gulls, as they seem almost
to play with the storm.

Falconer, in his 'Shipwreck,' pays the following tribute to the skill
and courage of the boatmen:

     "Where e'er in ambush lurks the fatal sands,
     They claim the danger, proud of skilful bands!
     For while, with darkling course, the vessels sweep
     The winding shore, or plough the faithless deep;
     Or bar, or shelf, the watery path they sound
     With dexterous arm, sagacious of the ground.
     Ceaseless they combat every hostile wind,
     Wheeling in mazy track with course inclined;
     Expert to moor where terrors line the road,
     Or win the anchor from its dark abode."

Let us take a peep at Deal beach, and try to realize some of the scenes
that are there to be witnessed.

Suppose a fine clear winter's day. A gentle south-westerly breeze has
been blowing on and off for several days; many ships have found their
way out of the Thames, or have beaten down helped by the tides from the
North Sea, and having reached the Downs there ride safely at anchor; the
ships-boats, or the galley punts, as the small Deal boats are called,
are doing the little work that is to be done, and the large luggers are
drawn high upon the beach.

The boatmen are lounging about the beach here and there, or they are
smoothing the shingle down with shovels, where the tide has heaped it
up, to give the luggers a fair run down into the sea in the event of
their being wanted; tanned sails are spread abroad upon the shingle
drying, women hang about knitting and watching the ships at anchor for
any signal for a boat; at times there is a move down the beach to help a
boat that is coming ashore out of the surf and to drag it up high and

The wind gets a slant to the south-east as the tide ebbs, and at once
all are alert in the fleet of ships at anchor in the Downs, that have
been waiting for a fair breeze. There is a hurry to the beach of all
officers, sailors, or passengers that may be ashore; the last supply of
fresh provisions is taken on board those ships on which the Captain can
afford to be luxurious: you can hear the orders shouted, the capstans at
work; jibs are set, topsails loosened, the anchors got up and catted,
the sails let fall, and away the ships go down Channel; a fresh
northerly breeze bowls along and lasts some days, the outward bound
ships go flying through the Downs with top-gallant sails set; and except
that they land a few pilots, there is nothing whatever for the Deal men
to do.

At last a change of weather promises, the homeward-bound are to have a
turn; the outward-bound must anchor in the Downs and wait a while. The
French coast shows out clearly, the gulls are whirling about uttering
shrill plaintive cries; the boatmen watch the sunset, greyish white
streaky clouds are gathering in the west, the sun looks _sheer_, is the
boatmen's word for it, and as the long rays of light break through the
clouds--ah! yes, we shall have a change of wind and weather. "The sun is
setting up his backstays." "Bright _skies_ make dirty ways;" and before
daylight closes the men overhaul their luggers and see that everything
is ready for a sudden start, should their services be needed.

A mizzling rain comes on, the wind is round to the westward and
freshening; some of the vessels which have been among the last to pass
Deal bound to the southward, give up the hope of getting down Channel in
the face of the freshening breeze, and return to find anchorage in the

It is a likely night for work, and the boatmen get ready for a cruise;
everything is prepared to launch one of the large luggers; she is now
drawn up high upon the beach; her crew of fifteen men hasten to get
ready for sea. It is a dark and squally winter's morning, about one
o'clock; fourteen of the men are now on board, each at his station; one
man stands ready to cut the lashing of the stop which holds the boat in
position on the ways; they wait till a squall passes; the word is given,
the lashing cut, the man springs to the gunwale of the boat, and climbs
on board. Scarcely has he tumbled over the side when the boat rushes
down the greased ways and is launched into the surf; the mizen is
already set, the foresail is hoisted with all speed, and the boat speeds
on her way seaward.

As the day comes the breeze freshens, and many luggers are cruising
about, speaking the vessels at anchor, or the vessels running through
the Downs, ready to offer any assistance in their power; upon some of
the vessels they put men to pilot them into Ramsgate harbour, or round
the North Foreland into the Margate Roads.

Or if the wind has blown heavily, there will be generally some vessels
that have lost their anchors and cables, and the boatmen will receive
orders to supply fresh ones.

There is sometimes a degree of surprise expressed at the amount claimed
by a boat's crew for taking an anchor and cable off to a vessel in
distress; it requires some knowledge of the work to appreciate its
danger, and how hardly and well the money awarded is generally earned.

Consider, as an example, the case of the _Albion_ lugger, as it happened
during the gale, some of the incidents of which we are about to relate.

The _Albion_ during her cruise meets with a vessel which is driving
before the increasing storm; she has lost both her anchors and cables,
and the lugger receives orders to supply her from the shore; the hardy
crew receive the order gladly, put the lugger round, and beat through
the heavy seas, making for Deal. They have to force the boat against
wind and tide, and much skill is required to prevent her being filled by
the rising seas which sweep around her; now she rushes upon the beach,
the surf breaks over her and half fills her with water; with a
tremendous thump and shake, she strikes the shore with her iron keel.

As the wave which bore the lugger in upon the beach recedes, a man
springs overboard from the bow with a rope in his hand; many catch hold
of the rope, and haul their hardest to keep the boat straight, head on
to the beach; there is a stem strap--a chain running through a hole in
the front part of the keel; a boatman watches his opportunity, and as a
wave sweeps back, rushes down and passes a rope through the loop of the
strap; the other end of this rope is fastened to a powerful capstan,
which is placed high up on the beach. "Man the capstan! Heave with a
will," and the strong men strain at the capstan bars until the capstan
creaks again. There is no starting the lugger; she is so full of water
from the surf breaking on the beach, that she is too heavy for the men
at one capstan to move her; ropes are led down from two other capstans,
and rove through a snatch block fastened to a boat on the beach; all put
out their strength, round they tramp with a "ho! heave ho!" and slowly
the lugger travels up the beach, and is safe from the roll of the
breakers. The men get the water out of her, haul her higher up on to a
swivel platform, turn her round head to the sea, and the leading hands
hurry away to inquire about an anchor and cable. The agent supplies them
with such as seem suitable for the size of the vessel, and which will
perhaps weigh together about seven tons.

There is no small amount of labour attached to getting the anchor and
chain cable on board the lugger, but in a short time all are again ready
for sea.

The gale has rapidly increased in force, and a frightful surf is running
on the beach; the roar of the breakers on the shingle, the howling of
the storm, the gleam of white foam, shining out of the mist and gloom,
all picture the wildness of the storm, but the undaunted boatmen do not
hesitate; all is ready, the signal given, the boat rushes down the steep
ways, and is launched into the sea. A breaking wave rolls in swiftly,
it meets the bow of the lugger in its rush, fills her; for a moment the
big boat runs under water, and then is lifted and twisted like a toy in
the grasp of the sea, and is thrown in the heave of the wave broadside
on to the beach; a cry of horror from all on shore, and a rush down to
aid the crew, who are all--there are fifteen of them--struggling in the
surf; now the men are washed up by the wave, and feel the ground, and
stagger forward; now they are caught again by a breaker and rolled over;
it is for each of them a terrible battle with the fierce seas; here, one
gets on his feet and stumbles forward, he is caught by the men on shore
and dragged up the beach; there, a man is lying struggling on the
shingle, trying in vain to rise, exhausted and confused; two men seize
his collar and pull him forward a yard or two, then get him to his feet,
and he escapes the next wave, which would have washed him out to sea
again. Now all the men seem to be saved; names are shouted--do all
answer? no! there is one missing; all rush to the water's edge, and gaze
into the darkness; eagerly watching each shadow mid the surf; there he
is! no! yes it is! there lifting on the surf; there rolling over:
"Quick, quick, form a line!" and the brave boatmen grasp each other's
hands with iron strength and form a chain, the lowest of the four or
five men at the sea end of the chain being in the water; the waves
battle with them, but sturdily they persevere; at last the body is
within the reach of the seaward man, he grasps it, the men are dragged
up the beach, and the poor insensible man is carried ashore. Alive? or
dead? they cannot say, and with a great fear in their hearts they carry
him hurriedly up the beach, and soon, to the great joy of all, he gives
signs of life, and gradually recovers.

In the meanwhile the poor boatmen on the beach have nothing that they
can do, but watch their fine boat, which was worth five hundred pounds,
being torn, and hammered to pieces in the surf, plank after plank is
wrenched from her, now with a loud crash she is broken in half, the two
halves part, the anchor and cable fall through her, they can see part of
the fore-peak with one side torn away, floating in the breakers; soon
that also is rent to pieces, and nothing but fragments of the boat float
in the surf, or are strewn about the beach, and the boatmen,
heavy-hearted, but thankful that they have escaped with their lives, go
slowly to their homes, to rest for a few hours, and recruit their
strength, and then to be ready to form part of the crew of any other
boat, and at the first summons to rush out again to the encounter with
the stormiest seas.

In a narrative of adventure and conflict with the seas that rage over
the Goodwin Sands, it would not be well to refrain from bearing
testimony to how readily, how gallantly, the men of Deal, of
Broadstairs, of Walmer, and of Kingsdown, as well as of Ramsgate, man
their respective life-boats, whenever the call is made for their
services, and race out to the scene of action, full of hardihood, of
skill, of courage--true Storm Warriors, ever ready to dare all and do
all that they may rescue the drowning from a watery grave.



     "A sudden crash, the mast is gone,
       And with it goes all hope;
     No longer can the fated crew
       With the surging waters cope.

     "Now they commit their souls to God,
       As men about to die;
     For vain seems all the help of man
       In this extremity."

     _G. Ward._

At daylight, in the morning after the destruction of the _Albion_
lugger, the weather grows worse and worse; the grey misty gloom that
hangs over the sea is scarcely broken by the swift gleams of light that
find a faint way through the fast drifting clouds.

And the weather continues to grow more tempestuous still as the night
grows on. Many ships come scudding northward before the gale; they make
the South Sand Head light, and steer their course for the narrow Gull
channel that runs between the Goodwin and Brake Sands. The South Sands
Head light-ship is moored at the southern extremity of the Goodwin
Sands; it is about three miles from the South Foreland light.

In thick misty weather, which so often prevails in the Channel during
westerly gales in winter time, it is often very difficult for vessels to
make either of these lights.

And as the edge of the Goodwin Sands is very steep at this part, and has
deep water close to it, keeping the lead going scarcely affords
sufficient protection, for between two casts of the lead a vessel
running fast may well pass out of deep water on to the Sands, and there
be lost.

So it often happens that vessels running through the Downs in such
weather, suddenly find themselves in a position of great peril.

On the night in question, the men on board the light-ship keep an
especially vigilant watch, as the darkness of the night adds to the
gloom which spreads its folds over the raging sea, and the direction and
force of the wind, and the many ships that are flying before the gale,
suggest the probability of disaster.

About midnight, the men on watch make out, in the lift of the mist, a
fine brig not far from them, driving before the gale, and making
straight for the Sands; the alarm is given, and a gun at once fired to
give the unfortunate crew warning of their danger.

The look-out men fancy, by the changing of the position of the brig's
lights, that the crew are making an effort to alter the vessel's course,
and to weather the Sands; but it is too late! nothing can save her! The
crew of the light-ship lose sight of her in the darkness, and make all
ready to signal for the life-boat to come to the rescue of her crew;
they wait a minute or two, watching, in the direction they think the
brig must strike, for the usual signals of distress, and almost
immediately see the bright flare of a tar-barrel; they fire a signal-gun
from the light-ship, and its warning voice booms loudly above the storm;
then they send up rockets; the shipwrecked are thus encouraged to hope,
while the ready boatmen on shore are called to action.

The signals are seen at the Walmer life-boat station, one mile from
Deal; and at the Kingsdown station, three miles from Deal; at both
places the call is promptly and eagerly obeyed; the life-boats are got
ready with all haste; they are speedily manned and launched, and
struggle their way through the boiling surf, which is rolling upon the
beach. They spread all the canvas they can stagger under, and the two
boats fly before the gale straight for the light-ship; there they learn
the position in which the signals of distress were seen, and cruise
round the edge of the Goodwin in all the fierce tumble of sea, and skirt
the ring of surf which marks where the rollers are breaking with
terrible force upon the Sands; but they can obtain no guide, no clue to
where the wreck is; no signal light shines out of that drear darkness
pleading for help, and no sound can the men hear, listen as they will,
other than the ceaseless roar of the storm. Still the brave boatmen will
not abandon the search, and for some hours the boats continue their vain

The crew of the Kingsdown boat determine at last that further search is
useless, and as it is not possible for them to beat back to their
distant station in the teeth of the gale, they run for Ramsgate,
arriving there just before dawn. The Walmer boat continues cruising in
the neighbourhood of the Sands until after daylight, when her crew,
seeing no signs of the wreck, also determine to make for the shore.

The seas have been steadily increasing in violence, and are now running
very high, and as they curl and break, the crest of each wave is caught
by the fierce wind, and dispersed in a cloud of spray.

Bravely the boat sails on through the troubled seas; she is constantly
overrun by the waves, and filled with water, but each time she speedily
regains all her buoyancy, and bounds on over the seas. The men have
almost too much confidence in her, as if no amount of sea and wind could
possibly capsize her; they carry on a press of canvas, until the stout
masts bend and the ropes strain again, and they make the sheet fast; but
now a fierce huge wave comes rushing along, catches the boat broadside
on, lifts the boat high on its crest, and then completely curls her over
and passes, leaving the boat capsized, and all the men struggling in the

But it is however only a passing victory, after all, that the sea can
boast over the life-boat; at once she rights herself, gets rid of the
water that fills her, and rides upon the seas as bravely as ever.

Happily all the men have on their cork jackets, and in them they float
breast high; never was there such a wild dance as they now seem to
dance; tossed high and poised for a moment on the cone of a leaping
wave, again engulfed in the hollow trough of a sea, with a wall of
tumbling water all around; rising and falling in quick succession, their
arms beating broken time as they struggle to swim towards the boat,
which begins to drift fast away; it is fortunate that some of the men
have retained hold of the life-lines, the ends of which are fastened to
the boat, by these they haul themselves alongside her, and all soon
succeed in getting on board.

Away again through the Downs, across the high rolling seas, making for
the shore, but their troubles are not yet at an end; a blast of wind,
fiercer than its fellows, strikes the sail, the boat careens over; at
that moment a huge wave leaps on the boat, strikes it with such force
and so high, that it fills the sail with water and drives the boat
bodily over, and the second time she is capsized, and the men, before
they have recovered from the exhaustion caused by their former struggle,
are the second time plunged into the sea, to find themselves battling
for their lives with the waves. The cork jackets keep them afloat as
before, but the waves run over them, and they are almost smothered in
clouds of foam, until they are thoroughly worn out by the rush and beat
of the seas which break over their heads. Up and down, tumbling here and
there in the turmoil of the seas, pale and gasping for breath, almost
too faint to make any struggle to regain the boat, becoming rapidly
unconscious; this time the wild dance mid the raging seas becomes truly
too much like a dance of death.

Happily a powerful Deal lugger is near the scene of the disaster; her
crew at once do their best to pick up and return to the life-boat those
of the men who are themselves unable to gain it.

The life-boat, self-righted, is floating high on the waves quite ready
for action as soon as her crew can again take charge of her, and speed
her on in her course.

The men are, at last, all once more on board, the boat is again got
under weigh, and speeds safely to the land.

But how, all this while, fared the unfortunate crew of the vessel, in
the vain effort to render assistance to whom the life-boat men had
incurred such hardship and peril.

The unfortunate ship was the brig _Linda_: the captain fancied the ship
was in a safe course, free from any immediate danger; the storm fog was
too thick for them to see the land, or any of the numerous signal lights
that guard the coast, but they kept the lead going, and sped on before
the gale; suddenly all hands are alike startled and terrified by the
loud report of a gun fired quite close to them, and at seeing the light
of a light-vessel very near; they at once realize their danger, for they
know that the dread Goodwin Sands must be right under their lee; with
frantic haste they attempt to wear the ship, but it is too late; as she
feels the helm she plunges in among the surf, crashes upon the Sands,
and the great seas begin to fly over her; the ship must be lost, it is
beyond all hope that she can be saved; is there any hope for the crew?
They will not despair, or be lost without making what small efforts they
are able to obtain assistance; they know, from the violence with which
the ship rises and thumps upon the Sands, that she must very speedily go
to pieces. They get a tar-barrel, fill it with canvas, grease, and rags,
light it, and have the satisfaction of seeing it flare up with a
brilliant flame; that, at all events, must sufficiently penetrate the
surrounding darkness and gloom to make known their distress to the
neighbouring light-vessel.

Again, and almost immediately, they hear the loud boom of the gun; but
as previously it seemed to them the signal of death, so now it affords
them a faint--a very faint hope; rockets too are fired by the
light-vessel; surely the signals will be heard and seen on shore, and
the life-boat will come out in search of them; but where will they be
then? There is no time--no time; the seas are washing over the deck, the
fierce fire of the tar-barrel is at once extinguished, and the men
hasten to take refuge from the sweeping seas in the cross-trees and
shrouds of the masts. Seven men spring to the foremast shrouds, and
climb to the cross-trees, the captain and four men cling to the
mainmast; time after time the vessel lifts and falls with a crash that
wrenches her from stem to stern, and makes all her timbers groan and
rend, and nearly shakes the sailors from their hold. Now the ship begins
to work and writhe, the timbers break with loud reports, planks are
wrenched from her side in the fierce tear of the sea, stout iron bolts
are torn from their hold and twisted like so much thread--the ship is
breaking up fast; the masts sway about, the men have to hold on their
hardest to prevent being shaken into the sea, so are they tossed and
swung about in the roll of the mast and the sway of the vessel. Each
wave leaping higher than those that have gone before, seems to claim
them for its prey; everything on the deck is swept away; the deck itself
opens, the water gets down into the hold, and soon the deck breaks up,
and pieces float away in the wash of the sea; the bulwarks are torn off,
and now a piece of the side of the vessel is wrenched away; the vessel
must be torn to fragments in a few short minutes, and death seems very
near to all the crew.

A tremendous wave rushes over the wreck, a crash louder than a thunder
peal; the foremast has broken off close to the deck, it falls over; a
few loud despairing cries, and the seven poor fellows who clung to the
mast are hurled into the sea, and are at once lost in the wild rage of

The five men on the mainmast shudder in their terror and despair, and
cling closer and closer to the mast as it sways and jerks from side to
side; there may be a few minutes yet to live; they think of home and
wife and children, and hold on the more convulsively while the seas
break over them with increasing violence; it takes but a short time, and
the wreck beneath them seems in absolute fragments; the poop-deck is
wrenched up, and a large piece of it is torn away; at the next sea the
wreck heels over, the mainmast is carried away, and the captain and the
four men are hurled from it into the sea; the captain is thrown against
a large fragment of deck with such force that both his legs are broken;
he, however, manages to hold on to the piece of wreck, the other four
men are also swept to it, and there cling; they find themselves
surrounded by the hundred fragments of wreck into which the stout brig
has been so rapidly torn.

The tide sweeps away the piece of deck to which the five men are so
desperately clinging--away from the scene of the sad, swift, tragedy,
and, by God's mercy, into an eddy of the current away from the surf and
breakers which are thundering down in all their fury upon the Sands, and
which would have swept the poor sailors at once to destruction if their
frail raft had come within their reach. Away in the rough but not now
broken seas the men are borne, their only hope the shattered, heaving
piece of wreck that forms their raft; the horrors of the dark night are
added to by the roar of the breakers as they crash down upon the Sands,
and the poor sailors know not but that at any moment they may be met by
some fresh eddy of the swift tide, and swept into the midst of that
fatal surf. The fierce gale howls over them, the men are exhausted and
hopeless, but they manage to lash the captain to the piece of wreck, his
two broken legs make him faint and sick with agony; and on and on they
float during the long dreary hours of the night.

They pass the Gull light-ship, watch its bright and, to them, mocking
light, then they are carried to the north-east of the Sands; there they
meet the changing tide, and it sets them to the southward, and, to their
great joy, away from the fatal Goodwin, away in the direction of Calais,
the seas still wash over them. The agony of the captain is almost
unendurable, as every wash of the sea, every heave of the frail piece of
wreck jars his broken legs; the men have their nails torn from their
fingers with the desperate energy with which they clutch the smooth
timbers of the piece of deck on which they are lying. Hour after hour
passes, and for fifteen hours they thus float about, cold and wet, and
wounded, and faint with hunger and thirst; the poor fellows become
almost unconscious, and can only just manage to hold on mechanically to
their frail support; the morning passes, and they have no energy to look
for a passing sail, and no means of signalling if they saw one.

Suddenly a loud shout surprises them, and they lift their heads and see,
with boundless joy, a large cutter almost alongside the raft; they seem
called back from death, and begin to arouse themselves from the swoon
into which they were all so rapidly sinking.

The cutter is a pilot-boat from Antwerp; they are got on board her not
without much difficulty, so helpless are they, and so high is the sea
still running; the kind-hearted Belgians have every pity for the most
miserable condition of the poor men, and do all they can to restore
them; as soon as possible the pilots land them at Deal, and they are
taken to the hospital and receive all possible medical care and
attention; they soon revive, the captain's broken limbs are set, and he
ultimately recovers; and while they mourn over the sad loss of their
comrades, they cannot feel too much wonder, or be too deeply thankful,
for their own most marvellous escape.



     "No wild hurrahs accompany
       The deeds these men do dare;
     No beat of drum, no martial strain,
       No spirit stirring air.

     "But in the cold and darksome night
       They combat with the blast;
     And gain, by dint of hardihood,
       The victory at last.

     "Then let us pay the honour due
       To such devoted strife;
     Where gallant men so nobly risk
       For fellow men their life."

     _G. Ward._

We left, in our last chapter, the Kingsdown life-boat making for
Ramsgate harbour, and the Walmer life-boat, after a couple of upsets,
making for Deal beach. The Kingsdown boat reached Ramsgate about seven
o'clock in the morning, the gale still blowing very heavily.

Shortly after seven o'clock signals are heard from the Gull light-ship;
and the coxswain of the Ramsgate life-boat receives orders from the
harbour-master to proceed at once to sea,--the steamer as usual taking
her in tow: the sea is very heavy, and the air thick with rain and
spray. The steamer and life-boat work their way out through the storm,
and find a brig riding at anchor in the Gull stream, not far from the
light-ship; she has a flag hoisted at her peak as a signal, and they
make for her; the crew tell them, that shortly before, in a lift in the
storm, they saw a ship on the north-west spit of the Goodwin; the
life-boat cruises in the direction pointed out, but the crew can see
nothing of the wrecked vessel, so they proceed to the Gull light-ship,
hoping there to obtain further information. The men find the crew of the
light-ship anxiously watching for their approach; they crowd aft as the
steamer and life-boat passes under the stern of the vessel, and make
signals to describe the position of the wreck; the boatmen soon discover
it, and as soon as they have been towed into the right position for so
doing, slip from the steamer, and make in for the stranded vessel.

It is now nearly low tide. As they approach, they find that the wreck is
high and dry on a ridge of sand: nearer still, and they see a man
walking towards them on the sand, waving a large shawl; the life-boat is
steered towards him, and choosing a place where the surf is breaking
with less force, they run the boat on to the sands; three of the crew
jump overboard and wade through the surf; they join the man on the
Sands, and make for the wreck; the heavy seas have driven the Sands into
high ridges, and the gullies between these are waist-deep and full of
running water, with the sand soft and quick at the bottom; through these
deep gullies the men have to wade.

Arriving at the wreck, they find it to be that of a brigantine, named
the _Amoor_. At about eleven o'clock of the night previous, in the dark
mist and heavy gale, she had run on the Sands at nearly high tide, the
sea immediately ran over the vessel, and the crew had no time to make a
single signal of distress, but had directly to climb up into the main
rigging to prevent being washed overboard. Fortunately the ship was stem
on to the Sands, with her stern to the wind and tide, and she kept
straight--and as she was laden with coals, she kept upright on her keel.
As the tide rose, the waves in their rush lifted the wreck and carried
her gradually on and on, letting her fall after each lift with a heavy
shock that made it difficult for the men to retain their hold. Then the
seas broke over her so heavily that the men feared that they would be
washed even from their position in the main rigging, and managed to get
on to the foremast; here they found more shelter. For about four miles
did the ship thus beat over the Sands, and the men felt, with a great
and deep thankfulness, that if they had had the guidance of her
themselves, they could not have kept her more straight in her course
along the narrow high ridge of the sand than she was kept by God's
providence, for if the vessel had been carried to the right or to the
left of that narrow ridge of sand, she would have got into deep water,
and then must have sunk immediately, so much was her hull shattered,
and all her crew would of necessity have been at once drowned.

But the agony of mind and the suspense endured this time by the men was
something terrible. They could scarcely feel any hope that the wreck
would long sustain the terrible shocks that she was receiving. They
looked down upon the mad waves as they raced by, and each one seemed a
ready grave; there was nothing to be done, no fierce struggle for life,
which in its excitement should lessen the terrors of the apparently
approaching death, only to cling on and wait in the darkness.

And now they feel that the end must soon come, for they hear the surf
roaring near; it is roaring on the edge of the Sands, the waves rushing
in from the deep water and breaking upon the Sands, and this right in
the path along which their vessel is being driven yard by yard. A little
more and she must be plunged in this surf, and then a few yards, and she
must sink in deep water; and as thousands upon thousands have earnestly
prayed that they might be kept off these deadly sands, so these poor
sailors now earnestly seek that they may be left on them, until daylight
comes, and their pitiable position may be seen, and they have a chance
of being saved.

They are now within a quarter of a mile of the end of the sand, but the
tide is falling rapidly, and the wreck lifts less and less; at last, to
the great joy of all her crew, she grounds heavily and ceases to lift.
She is swung round broadside to the tide, and falls over on her side,
and then works and crashes almost to pieces. The water now soon leaves
her, and she becomes high and dry, and speedily the men can leave the
wreck and stand upon the sand; the surf rages around them at a short
distance; it is only for a few hours that where they now stand will be
dry, and then the sea will rage over the sand again with all its fury.
The captain is a bold, active determined man; he will throw away no
chance of safety; something must be done before the return of tide, and
he will lose no time. The captain and crew can form no opinion as to
where they are; the vessel is an absolute wreck, beaten by this time
almost to fragments, they have no means of signalling their distress,
and it seems that their only chance will be to make a raft out of the
many shattered pieces of timber that are hanging about the wreck; the
boats have long since been destroyed and washed away. The shipwrecked
crew have only their knives to work with, but they commence with all
energy, wrenching away the broken timbers from the deck and sides of the
vessel, cutting away the ropes, lashing the timbers together. But with
their utmost efforts they can make but slow progress, and they feel that
their raft, when as hastily completed, as it must be, will be but a
frail support in the rage of waters with which it will have to contend,
as soon as the sea again beats over the Sands; but still on that dry
knoll of sand, in almost pitch darkness, with the wind howling by them,
and the roar of the breaking waves all around, the men work on and on.
The poor storm-beaten, wearied men, feel faint and exhausted, but spare
no labour, slack no energy, for the tide will turn with the dawn, and
then, as an enemy creeping up to destroy them, will, in its speedy
advance, give them short time for labour, and scant mercy, when it once
seizes them as its prey. The dawn has broken, the tide is rising, and
each man is inspired to fresh exertions. Suddenly, they are all startled
by the loud report of a gun, fired at no great distance from them. What
is it? What is it? they all cry. Soon a rocket goes whizzing up into the
grey misty clouds. Is it a signal from some unfortunate vessel in
distress similar to that which they are in? At all events that feeling
of intense and hopeless solitude which almost overcame them, seemed
disturbed, and whilst they eagerly work on, they at the same time keep a
sharp look out in the direction from which the signals have been given;
they are soon able to make out that it is a light-vessel that is
signalling; this fills them with hope; they must have been seen by the
watch on board, and it is on their account that the signal must have
been made; but still they will not abate any of their efforts, the
life-boat may not be able to reach them, or she may not be out in time
to save them; at all events, with the tide creeping up as it is, they
will not lose a chance, and go on busily constructing the raft. They
have made considerable progress, having lashed a good many spars
crosswise, and pieces of bulwark over them, when they discover a
steamer's smoke not far off, and soon after make out a boat, which must
be a life-boat, making in over the seas towards them; one man makes for
the edge of the Sands, and soon the boat grounds not far from him, and
three boatmen wade towards him.

The boatmen, when they reach the raft, find the men getting some
provisions on to it, but all the stores have been under water during the
night, and are spoilt. The joy of the shipwrecked men at the arrival of
the boatmen is intense. "Thank God! that you have come," said the
captain; "I did not at all expect that any of us would have been alive
this morning."

A strange meeting it seems, in that wild stormy morning, there, on the
centre of the Goodwin Sands, where the waves had raged so furiously a
few hours before, and would in a few hours rage so furiously again;
there, where the shipwrecked had expected to die a tragical death, the
sailors and the boatmen stand greeting each other; the life-boatmen
rejoicing almost as much at being there ready to save the poor sailors,
as they are at the prospect of being saved; the ship's crew look down
upon their raft, and feel indeed what a poor protection it must have
proved in the storm which they would have had to encounter.

The crew of the wrecked vessel, now that the excitement of working with
such fierce energy at the raft is over, begin to feel the reaction, and
feel thoroughly exhausted, and look so worn and weather beaten, as if
the death shade, which had seemed to hover over them for so many hours,
had left its impress upon the countenance of each.

A few more words of greeting and thankfulness between the castaways and
the rescuers, and all prepare to find their way across the Sands to the
life-boat. The life-boatmen first climb on board the wreck, to see if
they can find any small things which they can save for the men, but
every moveable thing seems to have been washed out of the vessel; they
find the cabin broken and crushed up, but manage to drag a few of the
captain's clothes out of it; they find a dog on board, which they save.
And now all turn their backs upon the wreck.

The shipwrecked sailors have become very feeble, and some of them are
scarcely able to drag their limbs along, and require to be held up on
both sides as they wade through the shallow channels of water, many of
which they have to cross on their way to the boat.

They hurry on as fast as they can, for the weather is very uncertain,
and a mist or snow-squall coming on would put them in the greatest
possible peril, for they would in that case very speedily be lost among
the gullies, which are half filled with water, and which stretch in all
directions across the Sands at low water; and the boatmen know what it
would be to be lost there; with the sand getting soft and quick beneath
their feet as the tide rose, and with the narrowing belt of surf each
moment drawing nearer and nearer, there to wander hopelessly for a short
time, then to be scarcely able to move as the sands grew quick, and then
to fall an easy prey to the fierce sweep of the first breaker that
rolled in upon them. It is no wonder that the boatmen look with dread
upon the increasing gloom of the morning, and hurry the men on as much
as possible; they make out the life-boat, and with much difficulty and
exertion they get to the edge of the Sands.

The life-boat is at anchor with ten fathoms of chain out; the heavy
breakers are rolling in and lifting her with such violence as they sweep
on, that at each lift she drags her anchor, and beats further and
further over the spit of sand upon which the waves are expending their
first fury. The surf flies over the boat, fills her, and then rages on
in clouds of foam. The men on board are anxiously looking for the return
of their comrades with the shipwrecked crew, and greatly rejoice as they
see the groups of men struggling across the Sands to the boat. They soon
make out how exhausted the shipwrecked men are, and feel that it will be
very hard work for them to wade through the surf to the boat. Some of
the boatmen get life lines ready to throw to any that may be overpowered
and thrown down by the wind and tide, others jump overboard to go to the
assistance of the enfeebled sailors. It is bitterly cold, and the water,
as they wade through it, feels as if it would freeze them through and
through; they bring off the shipwrecked crew one by one, the more
exhausted of them being supported on both sides between two life-boat
men; at last all are on board, but they cannot yet leave the sands; they
must wait until the water is high enough to float the life-boat over the
ridge which surrounds her. All are shivering with cold and wet; they
crouch in the boat and protect themselves as well as they can from the
flying surf; a long weary hour is thus passed; the tide rises
sufficiently, sail is set, and the life-boat makes for the steam-boat,
and is greeted with cheers--cheers that are heartily answered. The
shipwrecked sailors, who had had during the night no hope of again
giving a cry of joy on earth, join in as lustily as they can, in that
cry which, sounding over the wild seas, tells of noble deeds in
struggling to save life, and of happy and most blessed results. That
although the storm still swept furiously by, and although the waves
still rushed madly around the shipwrecked, that they were now safe in
the safety afforded by the noble life-boat. So safe, indeed, that it was
not too soon for the poor sailors to rejoice in their rescue, and to
express with heartfelt cheer their gratitude to the brave men who had
rescued them from their position of deadly peril.

The steamer does not take long in towing the boat to Ramsgate, where all
receive the usual warm greeting, and the shipwrecked the needful care.

The crew of the wrecked vessel, the _Amoor_ of Elswick, are Germans;
their consul takes care of them, and sends them to the Sailors' Home.

They proved so thankful for the rescue effected, that they wrote to
their home authorities, and the life-boat men soon received from the
Grand Duke of Mecklenburg Schwerin an expression of gratitude and
admiration for their conduct, accompanied by a Silver Medal, a
Certificate of Merit, and ten shillings each man.



     "All where the eye delights, yet dreads to roam,
     The breaking billows cast the flying foam
     Upon the billows rising; all the deep
     Is restless change; the waves so swelled and steep,
     Breaking and sinking; and the sunken swells,
     Not one, one moment, in its station dwells."


The famous old life-boat _Northumberland_ had done her work, and had
done it nobly and well. Staunch, and true, she had breasted the hardest
gales, stemmed the fiercest seas, and had been the means of rescuing
hundreds of perishing men, women, and children from that which, without
her, and the brave hearts and strong hands that sailed her, must have
been swift, certain, and terrible death; but at last her time had
come--weather beaten, wrenched, and worn, with her thousand battles with
the gales, she was condemned as being no longer to be intrusted with the
precious lives that she contained, as she went forth to contend with the
wild seas that rage over the Goodwin Sands.

The _Bradford_, a very powerful and excellent boat presented to the
Life-boat Institution by the good people of Bradford, and by the
Institution appointed to Ramsgate, had not yet been sent down, and a
smaller boat called the _Little Friend_ was occupying her place for the

But it was a clear fine morning, with the waves fretting and fuming
somewhat, but dancing and gleaming brightly in the sunshine; it had been
squally during the night, and at times had blown very hard, but the
morning promised better, and the life-boat was rocking gently at her
moorings, no one thinking it likely that her services would be required
for some time.

But the boatmen must be doing something, if only drawing their bow at a
venture, and now the _Champion_ is getting ready for sea; she is one of
the Ramsgate hovelling-luggers, a noble boat of twenty-two tons, fit for
any weather. In summer time she is fitted as a pleasure-boat, and, as
such, takes many a holiday cruise; but now she is in winter gear, and
ready for rougher scenes and harder work.

The more threatening and heavy the weather, the greater the probability
of disaster occurring, or having occurred, then the more ready are her
crew to work their way out to the Goodwin Sands, and to cruise round
them on the look-out for vessels in distress; they dare not take the
lugger into the broken water--there a life-boat alone can live; but
still she is a grand sea-boat, one that will stagger on with a ship's
heavy anchor and chain on board, through weather bad enough for
anything--a boat that is well suited for the hard and dangerous service
which employs her during the winter months.

Her crew consists of ten men; the men get no regular pay, but any
salvage or reward for services they may obtain is divided into fourteen
shares: the boat takes three and a half shares for her owners, one half
share goes to the provision account, as the crew when on board are
supplied by the owners with provisions, and one share is given to each
of the men--this is the ordinary arrangement. Complaints are sometimes
made of the amounts charged by these men for services rendered; but the
cases of a good hovel are few and far between; and often the luggers put
out to sea, night after night, throughout a stormy winter, hanging about
the Sands, in wind and rain, and snow and mists, the men half frozen
with the cold, and half smothered with the flying surf and spray, and
often week after week they thus suffer and endure, and do not make a
penny-piece each man; working their hardest, without any other result,
than that of getting more and more into debt at home, and almost tempted
to become disheartened with it all, hardly able to hope against hope;
then at last, perhaps, comes a chance--a big ship is on the tail of a
sand bank; they render assistance and get her off; if she had remained
there another tide she would probably have been knocked to pieces: they
have saved thousands of pounds' worth of property; and the captain, and
the owners, and the underwriters, all look aghast, and cry out with
indignation, when they ask perhaps a sum that will give them ten or
fifteen pounds a man--do something to pay the scores that have been
growing month after month, something to requite them for the weary
watching, and labour, and suffering, that they have had so many weeks in

No! let those who grumble at the demands made on such occasions, feel
fully assured that they know many easier, more pleasant, and more
profitable ways of making money, than by hovering around the Goodwin
Sands throughout the nights of a stormy winter, on the look-out for
vessels in distress. The following tale will illustrate, in its simple
narration of actual facts, some of the dangers to which the men are
exposed when on such service.

On the morning in question a haze floated over the Goodwin Sands,
preventing anything being made out from the shore; wherever the haze
lifted a little, the men on the look-out on the pier closely watched the
break in it with their glasses; for the channels on either side of the
Sands are so narrow and the tides so strong, that it is an easy matter
for a ship-master to lose his bearings in thick weather, and to run his
ship on the Sands.

A squall passes over the Sands, driving the mists before it, and the men
on the pier make out that a vessel is ashore on the Goodwin; she is
completely on her broadside, and the boatmen, looking through powerful
glasses, can see that men are walking about on the side of the wreck.
The harbour-master is immediately informed; he knows that the _Champion_
lugger is out there, but the surf may be too great for her to be able to
render assistance, and he gives directions that the life-boat shall be
at once manned. The steamer soon takes the life-boat in tow, and they
proceed through a comparatively smooth sea to the vessel. Upon arriving
there, they find that the _Champion_ lugger has succeeded in sending in
her small boat, and in taking the men off the wreck.

But as the boat makes off to the lugger's she loses an oar, and the tide
is running with such strength that the boat's crew cannot stem it, and
are driven back in the direction of the Sands; the life-boat men see the
danger the boat will get into if she is carried into the broken water,
and at once give chase.

The men on board the lugger's boat are, not unnaturally, anxious to have
the honour of saving the crew without the assistance of the life-boat,
and they persevere in their efforts to reach the lugger; suddenly the
wind flies round to the north-east, and a heavy squall sweeps along
accompanied with snow and sleet; it becomes very thick and dark, the
lugger's men think the squall will soon pass, and although their boat is
only sixteen feet long, and has eleven men on board, they still work
away striving to get back to the lugger. But the wind increases in
force, and the sea begins to make rapidly, the little boat gets into
shallow water and thumps heavily on the edge of the sand; then the
boatmen and the shipwrecked crew realize the danger they are in. The
wrecked sailors begin to shout to the life-boat men to come to their
help, and the boat's crew see that they cannot get away from the Sands
by themselves; in fact, that without the aid of the life-boat they must
all then and there perish, and they are glad to make for the life-boat
with all speed. The sailors and some of the boat's crew get on board the
life-boat, two or three hands remain in the small boat, which is taken
in tow by the life-boat, and they start in search of the steamer; but
the weather becomes more and more thick, and they can see nothing of
her; in fact, can only see a few yards before them. Now to their dismay
they find that they have come away without a compass, and the wind has
shifted so frequently and rapidly, that they cannot guess at its
direction, and therefore cannot tell which way to steer; they are on the
top of the Sands, and in very shallow water, and the boat often touches
the ground with a great jerk as she sails along. Now, and again, she
grounds bow on and is swung round and round by the tide. The tide as it
is low water runs through so many channels and swatch ways that its
direction does not at all help the men to tell the course they are
steering; and so, as a mere matter of guess-work, and that they may keep
the boat's head in one direction, they put her on the wind, and after
being beaten about a good deal by the broken seas, succeed in getting
into deep water; but not until they have been entangled for four hours
among the Sands.

After sailing for about half an hour, they discover the Gull light
looming red out of the thick mist. They then soon make out the
_Champion_, and put her crew on board her. The lugger's men want the
shipwrecked crew to accompany them, but they are too content with the
life-boat, and refuse to move; the steamer comes up and takes the
life-boat in tow. Again the wrecked sailors cannot be persuaded to leave
the life-boat for her, and as soon as the boat is in tow, and they are
well under weigh, the wrecked sailors begin to tell their tale.

"The name of our wrecked vessel is the _Effort_; it is now several days
since we sailed from the Forth, bound for Rotterdam, and ever since we
have had a a terrible time of it, nothing but gale after gale, the wind
flying about in all directions, until you can guess we were pretty well
tired of all this beating about in the North Sea; what with the wind
driving us first in one direction and then in another--what with
contrary tides and thick weather--we soon lost our reckoning, and must
have been caught in the lee drift of the tide, and thus got carried on
to the Goodwin Sands. We grounded heavily, at once felt the danger we
were in, and hoisted lamps as signals of distress, but we knew that
these could not be made out at any distance in such thick weather, and
hurried to get a tar-barrel on deck to set fire to it, and make a good
blaze; but our vessel was very light--she rolled from side to side
almost yard arms under, and suddenly capsized altogether. At once, and
with difficulty, we made for the weather-rigging, and were glad to find
that not any of the crew were lost as she fell over. We lashed ourselves
to the rigging. We knew to our great joy that the tide was falling; had
it been rising we must have very soon been overrun by it, the vessel
broken up, and every man of us lost. We were in danger enough as it was,
for the brig soon after she capsized was caught by the tide, and worked
round with her deck towards the seas; and as the heavy seas broke over
her and came rushing up the deck, they fell on us with terrible weight,
and beat us and crushed us against the ship's rail, so that we were
forced to unlash ourselves from the rigging, and what to do we did not
know, till one of us said, 'Our only chance is to lash the end of the
ropes round our waists, and let go the rigging as the waves come,' and
so we did; and terrible work it was. As the waves came we slackened the
ropes and went away a little with them, and as they passed, half
smothered as we were, hauled ourselves back to the rigging and held on a
bit; and then, when the next wave came, we let go, and were all adrift
in the wash again; our hands were almost torn to pieces with the strain
on the ropes, and grasping at the side of the vessel." And they shewed
where their hands were torn, with the nails almost drawn from the finger
ends. "You see, too, how our clothes were nearly dragged off us; it was
indeed an awful time. We encouraged each other as well as we could, but
soon became too exhausted to speak much, and just went struggling on.
The topmast heads were right down in the Sands, and every moment we
expected the masts would break off short, and then the vessel would have
rolled over, and it would have been death to us at once--but while there
was life there was hope, and so we held on, just hoping against hope,
and so we would not despair, but seemed to gather a little bit of
courage, again and again struggling to prolong, for a few minutes, the
life of which we saw so little chance of at last saving; but the tide
was still falling, and if we could only live through all the wash of the
sea, until it had gone down a bit, there was just one more chance for

"Well, we stood it for about two hours, I should think, the seas
breaking over us continually, when we began to feel that they were
getting less heavy, and ran less and less up the deck, and over the
vessel. And at last, although half dead with breathlessness and fatigue,
from the exertion and the constant rush of the waves over us, we were
able to drag ourselves up on to the broadside of the vessel, and then we
threw ourselves down full length, to try and recover our strength a

It was with no slight degree of interest and sympathy that the life-boat
men listened to the tale of the poor fellows; three of whom were married
men, and they described how the thoughts of the loved ones at home,
while it added to their agony, yet nerved them time after time to fresh
efforts to struggle free from the seas that overran them.

One man grew very excited as they told the dismal story. His limbs and
features worked, the horrors of the past night came upon him in all
their force, and as the waves dashed over the life-boat, he fancied
himself again being washed off the side of the wreck, and springing up
he shouted, "Let me drown myself, let me drown myself, I can stand it no
longer!" and tried to throw himself into the sea. Three men seized him,
held him down and tried to pacify him, but still he struggled,
shouting,--"I cannot stand it! I cannot stand it! let me go! let me
go!" He soon became somewhat quieter, from exhaustion, but the men did
not feel it safe to let go their hold upon him, until they got into the

It was now about half-past four in the afternoon, and the life-boat work
for the day was done, the shipwrecked crew staggered to the Sailors'
Home; wondering much to find themselves still alive, after the dread
perils, and terrible struggles, and exhaustion, of the previous night.



     "When they who to the sea go down,
       And in the waters ply their toil,
     Are lifted on the surge's crown,
       And plunged where seething eddies boil,

     "Then with Thy mercies ever new,
       Thy servants set from peril free;
     And bring them, Pilot wise and true,
       Unto the port where they would be."


No sooner has the life-boat started in the morning, in answer to the
signal from the Goodwin light-vessel, than the master of the _Princess
Alice_ gathers a crew of twelve men, and follows as fast as possible in
the wake of the life-boat.

A fine south-westerly breeze is blowing and the noble lugger bowls along
at a great speed, and reaches the neighbourhood of the Sands about a
mile and a half behind the life-boat. The lugger brings to an anchor
just outside the Sands, and her crew, finding that the weather has
somewhat moderated, and that the sea has gone down with the tide,
determine to send six of their men in their small boat into the wreck,
to see if they can save any cargo or rigging; the men get to the wreck
without much difficulty, and find her right over on her broadside, with
her yard-arms buried some feet in the Sands; the top-gallant mast is
gone; her rigging and all her top-hamper, a tangled mass, is floating
and washing about in a deep hole which the eddy of the waves, beating
against the wreck, has worked.

The men climb on to the side of the vessel, and then lower themselves
down from the weather-rigging across the deck, which is lying almost
upright on its side, that they may look into the hold; the hatches are
off, and they find that the hold is quite empty, everything washed out;
it is difficult to get into the captain's cabin, as the vessel is
completely on her side, or there may be things there worth saving; they
will see to it by-and-by, and now they proceed at once to save what
rigging they can. The three men on the vessel get their knives and
choppers to work, and commence cutting away, when suddenly it begins to
get dark, a heavy squall threatens, and a storm of snow and hail comes
driving along before the wind.

The men in the boat shout out, "It begins to look bad; do you not think
that we had better be leaving, and get out of this?"

But the men busy in the rigging are somewhat excited over their work,
and answer back, "It is only a squall, a mere spoon drift, and will soon
work round;" the wind, however, rapidly increases, and sweeps by in
such violent gusts, that the men on the ship's side are nearly blinded
with the snow, and can no longer hold on against the wind; well! they
are willing to work hard and risk much, to save what they can from the
hungry Goodwin Sands, even if that which they save will give them only a
few shillings a man; but if they cannot, they cannot; it is not the
first time, by very many, that they have returned with nothing but
danger and labour for their pains.

"Look sharp, men, look sharp; do you want to drown us all?" "Come down
at once," is the cry from the boat; and the men lower themselves down
over the slippery side of the vessel, into the small boat, which is
leaping and tossing about in the waves which begin to surge up with some

"Now, men, oars out and away with a will; I doubt we have left it quite
long enough." "Aye! Aye! too long, I fear." "Well! time enough to think
that when we find it so." "Which way are you going?" they ask the
coxswain. "I don't suppose there is much choice, there will be less surf
running at the back of the Sand, and the lugger is sure to expect us to
come out there, now that the sea has got up; so round with her, and pull

And away, as for their lives, the men pull, the little boat seethes
through the troubled water, urged by her powerful crew; and they soon
near the edge of the Sand, and are making for deep water. "Easy all,
men! do you hear that?" And to their dismay, they hear the surf beating
heavily, right ahead of them. "Didn't I tell you so?" "Hold your
tongue--our work is to get out of this, not to grumble while in it."
"Right enough then, and I am your man; but what next?"

"Pull ahead a little, and let's look at them;" and doing so, they see
huge waves rolling in out of the deep water upon the shallow Sands,
mounting up, curling over, and breaking, washing back, meeting other
breakers foaming up against them; in fact, a sea of raging water
surrounding the Sands; a sea in which their little boat would be swamped
at once, and in which, indeed, no ordinary boat could float, and only a
life-boat could possibly pass through.

As they mount on a wave they can see the lugger, riding safely just
outside the surf, only a quarter of a mile off, waiting for them; but
that quarter of a mile it is impossible for them to pass, and equally
impossible for the lugger to get any nearer to them.

"Well, my men, there is no help for it here; we cannot get off the Sands
this way, that's certain."

The seas begin to break heavily over the boat; the men keep her head to
the waves, or she would be at once rolled over, so rapidly is the swell
setting in; as it is, she begins to fill with water, and they have to
continue bailing her; they must let her drift back, pulling easy to keep
her head straight, and each wave carries them some distance further from
the edge of the Sand. As soon as they get clear of the rollers and the
surf, they rest on their oars, and consult what is to be done; it all
seems very hopeless, but it is no good waiting where they are; and so
they determine to return again to the wreck, as to their only place of
safety, and this indeed but for a very short time.

They get to the wreck, and lay under shelter of her hull, not knowing
what to do; never did men seem in more terrible plight, the wreck could
afford but the scantiest shelter to the crew who hopelessly clung to her
the night before; then the tide was falling, but now the tide is rising;
each moment the great rollers that are rushing in upon the Sands break
nearer and nearer; soon they will rush over the wreck, cover her
completely, and rend and tear her to fragments. What can be done? To
remain where they are is certain death, to attempt to escape in their
small open boat seems death, equally certain. Well, it is better to die
doing than to die waiting; but never have men held consultation under
more apparently hopeless circumstances; the boat the men are in is the
boat the _Princess Alice_ generally carries on her deck, between the
masts; she is about eighteen feet long, and four broad, fine boat enough
for her size; but she seems more than sufficiently filled by the six
powerful men who are in her, and if she should be caught in the roll of
one of the big waves, she will at once be capsized, or fill with water,
and sink, leaving her crew but a few gasping moments of vain struggle
with the boiling seas.

And the seas rage round them every moment nearer and nearer. Some of the
men think that if they can drag the boat for about a mile over the crown
of the part of the Sands that is still dry, and thus get out to windward
of the North-west Spit, that they may find more shelter there for a
time, and if they do find it somewhat smoother there, will perhaps be
able to work their way through the surf; but upon a snow-squall, which
for a time had darkened all around them, clearing away, they find that
the breakers are throwing up as much surf there as anywhere else, and
all hope of rescue in that direction is gone; and the conviction settles
down upon them all, that there seems indeed no possibility of escape;
but still they kept cool, and quiet, and undaunted, prepared to do their
utmost, calmly and skilfully, up to the last moment, letting no chance
go by; at all events, they will stop where they are no longer, as the
breaking seas are closing in upon them fast.

The Goodwin Sands are about nine miles long; in the middle of them there
is at low water a large lake, which is called on the chart "Trinity
Bay," but which is known to the boatmen as the In-sand; the men row in
the direction of this lake, and row over the sand-banks which surround
it, as soon as the tide has flowed sufficiently to enable them to do so;
now they find themselves in completely smooth water, and are safe; but
for how long? a short hour or so, for the hungry waves are following
them up fast, still higher and higher comes the tide, and a furious surf
begins to rage over the banks that for a time protect the lake.

Well do the men know how short a time of rest remains to them; they hear
the beat of the heavy waves thundering near, they see the gleam of the
surf, the sea begins to boil up around them, the circle of safety gets
each moment more narrow, their dread ruthless enemy is on them again,
and the men brace themselves for a life-and-death struggle, for with
such a struggle they are face to face.

"Now, my men, to it again! look out all!" and each man grasps his oar
hard, fixes his eye upon the steersman, James Penny, watches his every
sign, and listens to his every word; for in the struggle that is before
them any mistake may be at once fatal to all.

The big waves roll in, fast following each other, and the boat meets
each one head on, and rises to it; the surf flies over the men, and into
the boat; "Bale away, Penny! bale away! or she will swamp!"--and fast
the steersman bales; he has one hand on the tiller, and is watching the
direction of every wave, and shouting to the men, on which side to ease,
on which to pull a little harder, to keep the boat's head straight to
the waves; for if but one wave catches the boat on the side it will roll
her over at once, and all must perish; they must row sometimes harder in
a lull, sometimes gently when a high roller comes, to avoid its breaking
upon them, or to prevent their burying the boat's bow in its steep side.

The coxswain sees a tremendous wave rolling on; a few smaller ones come
first; up the boat flies, down again, again mounts high, and again falls
down; "Steady all, look out, half a stroke hard starboard side, easy
port, now easy all--easy all;" the men stop pulling, and lay their oars
flat on the water to steady the boat; the great wave rolls on, the
boat's bow is tossed high, nearly on end, the men lean back as far as
possible, but can scarcely keep their seats, or prevent being thrown
bodily forward upon the coxswain; the boat falls with a heavy plunge;
there is a moment's lull. "Now a stroke, or two, my men;" and they
gently press the boat forward and make a little way; "Easy all, head her
to it, here she comes," and up again they mount upon the crest of a
wave, and are again nearly turned end-over-end, but, happily, fall on an
even keel as the wave passes, and at once prepare themselves to meet the
next sea, and thus meeting wave after wave, overcoming danger after
danger, they go drifting slowly with the tide. The men do not dare at
any time to pull hard for fear of rowing the boat under, they make
therefore but little way ahead, not more than half a mile, or so, an
hour, but they are carried slowly by the tide down Trinity Bay in the
direction of the Downs.

The boat has been nearly full of water all this time, from the surf and
spray that have broken into her, but she happily has a belt of cork
round her, underneath the thwarts, or she must have long since been
swamped, but this, with the constant baling of the coxswain, has kept
her afloat.

The men have been able to remain in the bay until the tide has risen
greatly, and it is now high water over the Sands, and the water being
deeper, the seas do not break nearly as heavily as before; they are
mounting seas, not running seas. The mounting sea swells up and comes
pushing along, like a hill of water, steep on both sides; its crest is
caught by the wind and is driven away in clouds of spray and foam, but
a boat meeting it has time to rise, and float over it; but a running sea
is much more dangerous; its base is caught and retarded by the Sands; it
comes along, its sides steep as a wall, its crest curling more and more
over until it breaks, and the upper portion of the wave falls with a
mighty crash, with perhaps tons of water in its volume; it would be
impossible for any boat but a life-boat to contend for a moment with
such a rushing breaking sea as this, and the little boat the six men are
in, with its heavy freight, would be swamped, beaten under water and
rolled over by the first such sea she met; but if the men can only steer
clear of these breakers, and keep the boat's head so as to meet the
mounting seas bow on, and manage to bale her constantly so as to keep
her a little free from water, they may live through it all yet; with
this hope they labour on steadily, bravely, and hour after hour they
thus contend with the storm; the boat is now coming to the worst of the
water--to the steep edge of the Sand--and the men feel that, for a time,
the danger must increase, and all brace themselves up again, prepared
for any further effort, or care, that may be required.

The steersman, who has been steering and baling the boat for about four
hours, suddenly lets the bowl with which he is baling fly from his hand;
he gives a cry of horror, the men cannot help repeating it, for is not
this likely to be a death-stroke to them all? The men at once realize
the dread increase of danger this misfortune creates.

To keep the boat afloat without baling is impossible; the surf breaks
into her continually; the men cannot bale with their southwesters, for
they must keep rowing; they require both hands, and to exert all their
strength to free their oars from the seas, and to keep the blades from
being blown up into the air, as the force of the gale catches them;
while the steersman must of necessity keep one hand on the tiller; and
all must continue labouring without one moment's cessation to keep the
boat's head straight to the seas.

Most happily the bowl is a wooden one, and there it is floating a few
yards from them; they watch it wistfully, as they, and it, are tossed up
and down by the quick waves; back the boat down upon the bowl they
cannot, for it is on their broadside, and drifting away on the tide
faster than they are floating: it would seem, that it must be an easy
matter to pick up a bowl that is floating only a few yards from the
boat; but not so now, for every moment, racing swiftly after each other,
the waves come rushing on. It is strange as they watch the bowl to feel
that their lives depend upon their recovering it, and yet how likely
they are to perish in the attempt, and thus the men casting anxious
glances at the bowl keep steadily to their work; they allow no word of
fear or discouragement to be spoken; they must have mind, nerve, and
muscle in full play; if a word of hopelessness is let fall, "Don't speak
like that--don't speak like that, stick to your oar!" they must be words
of encouragement, or no words at all, and in grim silence, except for
the few words of direction shouted out by the coxswain, the men wait
their fate. Suddenly the coxswain cries, "Here is a lull, round with
her, sharp!" The men on the starboard side give a mighty pull; the men
on the port back their hardest; one pull all together, the bowl is
within reach; the coxswain grasps it with a hasty snatch! "Round! round,
with her quick, quick!" and the eager men get her head straight to the
seas again, before the waves have time to catch the boat broadside on
and roll it over. All breathe again; they have another chance of life.
Thank God! thank God!

They now pass away from the Sands and get into the Gull stream, but the
wind has chopped round and continues to blow a fierce gale; the sea is
running very high and broken; and in that rough sea they are still in
extreme danger on account of the smallness of their boat, and so many
men being in her, and they have to proceed with the greatest care and

As they get into the Gull stream they see vessel after vessel running
with close-reefed topsails before the gale; the boatmen hail them but
they get no answer: one little sloop affords them slight hope, for she
is evidently altering her course, but after a moment's apparent
hesitation, away she goes again before the gale, and abandons them to
their fate. The captain of the little vessel related afterwards, how in
the height of the storm he saw some poor fellows in a small boat, and
had a great wish to try and save them, but the sea was running so high
that he felt it was impossible to heave his vessel to, and so had to
leave them, and that they must have been driven on the Sands and lost.
This sloop was about a quarter of a mile from the boat, and the men do
not again get as near to any other ship, and as vessel after vessel
passes, and the night begins to grow dark, the position of the men
becomes more and more hopeless--and they all feel that if no vessel
picks them up, they must soon be blown in again upon the Sands, and
there perish.

All of the men, except one, are married; the man in the bow has a wife
and five children, and it is his thoughts of them that keep him nerved
to his work, for although weak, exhausted, and almost fainting, he still
sticks to his oar and feebly paddles on; the only single man in the boat
is his brother-in-law; and his mind keeps running as much upon what his
sister will do, as a widow with five children, as it does upon the
thoughts of his own probable fate; and so although the men will not
permit themselves to lament or bemoan their almost certain fate, for
fear of weakening their own nerves or discouraging each other, each has
his solemn conviction of what must soon happen, and is in his own breast
thinking of death, and bidding "Good-bye," to the loved ones who are
resting those few miles away.

The Downs had been full of ships at the commencement of the storm, but
as the wind increased in violence and blew right through, the anchorage
was no longer safe, and vessel after vessel slipped her cable and ran
before the gale; until at last only one vessel, a large American ship,
remains at anchor. The boatmen make her out when they are about half a
mile from her, and find, to their great joy, that she is almost
directly in the path in which they are drifting; to get alongside her is
their last hope, for although the tide is now carrying them against the
wind and from the Sands, the tide will very soon turn, and then with the
tide, and before the wind, they will be swept with terrible speed right
in upon the Sands, and must there at once perish, and it will be
impossible for them to row against the tide, as all their efforts will
still be required to keep the boat bow on to the seas.

Whenever, after the passing of a few of the largest of the waves, there
comes a comparative lull, or smooth, and they dare press the boat, they
pull a few strokes and shoot ahead, and thus manage to get exactly in
the path of the American ship.

As they drop slowly towards her they shout time after time, but cannot
make themselves heard; and it is getting too dusk for them to be seen at
any distance; the seas are running alongside the ship almost gunwale
high, and it is impossible to get nearer to her than within fifty yards.
Hail after hail the men give, still they get no answer; they can see a
man on the poop, but he evidently neither sees nor hears them, and their
last chance seems slipping away, for they are fast drifting past the
vessel. "Get on the thwart, Dick, and shout with all your might!" the
coxswain says to the man pulling stroke-oar; "I'll hold you," hauling in
his oar, and catching it under the seat; the man springs upon the
thwart, and balancing himself for a second, hails with all his force.

"The man is moving, he hears us; hurrah!" is the glad cry in the boat.
They can see that he is looking about in astonishment, wondering from
where the voice from the sea came. They all shout together; he sees
them, waves his arm, and hurries along the poop; other men come
hastening up, called by him, and look with astonishment at the little
boat so full of men, being tossed about in that wild sea. The boat
drifts by the ship, they venture a pull or two and get her under the
stern of the vessel, shooting her a little across the seas; they then
pull a little harder to try and keep her position, risking a little more
to keep near the ship--indeed the vessel somewhat protects them from the
rush of the seas.

The coxswain sees a man on the vessel throw something overboard--it is a
coil of rope with a life-buoy attached; they make it out as it floats
near, and manage to get it on board. The pilot is the man who first saw
the boat, and has got the life-buoy and thrown it over to them. The
captain of the vessel is now on deck; he orders the men to send down a
rope from each quarter of the vessel, and to try and keep the boat
directly astern of the centre of the ship, for if the boat sheers to one
side or the other, and any of the big waves which are racing by the ship
catch her on her broadside, she must go over at once.

So they shout to the men in the boat, "Hold on--we will send you another
rope," and soon another life-buoy with a rope attached, comes floating
by; they get it on board, and seeing directly the object for which it is
sent, haul the ropes over each bow, and strive to keep the boat in
position; but still they are in great danger; their safety hitherto has
been in floating with the waves, yielding to them as they rolled on;
but now as she is moored to the ship, the little boat has to breast the
waves, and at times is tossed high with her bow in the air, and again
plunged down, smothered with spray, and in danger every moment of being
overturned; indeed it is only by the skilful manoeuvring of the captain
that the boat is kept safe at all. He has stationed six men on each
quarter of the ship; they hold the ropes to which the boat is fastened;
and as the big waves press the boat, the men slacken the rope, and let
the boat go with the seas, pulling her up again between the waves,
hauling on one rope, and slacking the other if the boat sheers too much
on one side. The difficulty now is how to get the men out of the boat,
for they dare not haul her up closer to the vessel, as she will not ride
with a shorter scope of rope. They send another rope down to the boat,
with a bowline knot made in it for the men to sit in, and then shout to
the men, "We will haul you on board, one at a time."

There is a moment's question as to the order in which the men shall go,
for each feels that at any moment the boat may sink under them; it is
quickly decided that the men shall leave the boat in the order in which
they sit, and one after another, they plunge into the waves, and are
hauled on board through the seas.

All safe at last! and very soon the boat fills and turns over, and hangs
there held by the ropes till the morning. As soon as the men have shaken
the water a little from their clothes, and have wiped their eyes and
faces somewhat clear, the captain says, "I suppose you have come from
the barque that was riding near at the beginning of the gale, and which
I missed after a squall, and which must have foundered." (It was
supposed that two or three ships went down with all hands that night).
"No, sir; we have come from no barque, we were blown away from a wreck
some hours ago, near the North Sands Head, and have drifted right over
the Goodwin."

"Impossible! impossible! no boat could live in such a sea, and over the
Sands, impossible!"--"It is true, sir; we are Ramsgate boatmen and
belong to a lugger; we went in from her on to the Sands to a wreck, and
could not get back to her again." And the captain declares that their
escape has been wonderful indeed. The feelings of the men at finding
themselves safe are perfectly overwhelming; the reaction after those
long hours of almost hopeless and constant struggle; it is too much for
them, especially added, as it is, to the condition of physical
exhaustion to which they are reduced. Some of them can scarcely speak;
one of them, realizing the almost miracle by which they have been saved,
leans against the boom, repeating in a broken voice, "What, I saved! I
saved--I saved! one of the worst! one of the worst!" Another can only
think of the words he had so often repeated to one of his mates, who had
seemed almost dying during the night. "Come, cheer up! come, cheer up!
stick to your oar, keep up your heart, man," and he continues for some
time repeating these words in a strange dreamy way.

The coxswain, upon whom the chief anxiety and greatest stress of mind
had fallen, for he had hour, after hour, to sit watching every sea as it
rolled to them and meet it with the tiller, felt more than the others
the effect of the night's work; he soon after fell very ill, was nigh to
death's door, and did not recover his strength for a twelvemonth. The
captain, officers, and crew of the American ship are full of sympathy
and kindness.

The captain takes the men into his cabin, and gives them each a little
brandy, then offers them dry clothes, and orders beds to be made up for
them in the cabin: the clothes and the bed the men think too kind, but
the beef-steak supper and the glass of grog all round, as soon as they
have eaten a little, is not to be refused; and the hardy fellows are
soon sound asleep on the cabin-floor, with all their perils for a time
forgotten. In the morning the gale has greatly abated; the men have a
hearty breakfast provided by the hospitable captain: their boat is by
his orders hauled up, baled out, and as everything has been washed out
of her, the captain lends them oars, and they start for Ramsgate, giving
their most hearty thanks for the great skill with which they were got on
board the ship and saved, and for the kindness they have received on

When the crew of the _Champion_ lugger had put the men she had saved
from the wreck on board the life-boat, they found that they could not
well get back to Ramsgate in the then state of the wind and tide, and
they were forced to run for Dover.

The men on board the _Princess Alice_ remained in the greatest state of
anxiety as to the fate of their comrades who went into the wreck in
their little boat, and waited on, and on, in the position in which the
boat must come to them, if she clears the Sands; hour after hour she
cruises backwards and forwards, her crew keeping most anxious watch, and
then runs down the back of the Sands, thinking it possible the boat
might get out somewhere there; the gale increases; the night comes on;
the high tide has swept over the whole of the Sands with its wild seas
long before this, and they can only conclude, which they do most
positively and sorrowfully, that their companions in many a hard
struggle--their friends since childhood--have been lost, overwhelmed in
the rage of the sea on the Goodwin. They therefore give up the search,
and now regard their own safety, and they also find that they cannot
reach Ramsgate, but must make away for Dover.

Arriving there, they at once telegraph the sad news to Ramsgate, that
they have lost six hands; news that creates the greatest excitement in
the town. The next morning the _Princess Alice_ starts at daylight for
another cruise round the Sands, hardly with the hope of finding their
lost comrades, but possibly fragments of the boat may be found; but they
search in vain, and feeling their fears to be altogether confirmed, they
steer for Ramsgate. There the arrival of the lugger is most anxiously
awaited, and the report of the men increases the excitement, and sorrow,
and sympathy, which had been created by the telegraph sent the night
before, and now that the names of the missing men are known, there is
sad, sad, grief among their supposed widows, and orphans, and their

In the meanwhile the boatmen, having left the American ship, row
steadily toward Ramsgate. They see a lugger making for the harbour; this
proves to be the _Champion_. The lugger takes the men on board, and the
boat in tow, her crew rejoicing over their friends whom they had
supposed to be drowned. They hoist the lugger's flag in token that they
are bearers of good news, and speed towards Ramsgate. The lugger's
approach with her flag flying excites the curiosity of the men on the
harbour, and a crowd hurries down the pier to watch her arrival. And, as
soon as the men missing from the _Princess Alice_ are recognised, the
cheers and excitement are wild in the extreme, and men speed off at
their hardest to bear the good news. One poor woman in the midst of her
agony and mourning for her husband, and surrounded by her weeping
friends, is surprised by her door being burst violently open, and at
seeing a boatman almost dropping with breathlessness, gasping, and
gesticulating, and nodding, but trying in vain to speak; and it is some
seconds before he can stammer out "All right! all right! your husband is
safe, coming now!"

A little subscription was got up by the men and their friends, in order
to give to the captain of the American ship and the pilot a small
testimonial of the appreciation of their skill and hospitality. The men
took the borrowed oars back and presented their thankofferings, in the
shape of a silver cigar case each, to the captain and pilot.

And as the men told the story of the despair and grief that had existed
among the wives and children at home--of the tears of sorrow that were
turned into tears of gladness--of the rejoicings that took place upon
their return, the brave and feeling American captain shared the emotion
of the men as they told their tale, and was much overcome as he thanked
them for their present, saying,--he should value it as long as he lived,
and ever be deeply grateful that he had in any way been the instrument
of saving such honest and brave fellows, and of restoring them to their
wives and families.



     "The spirit of the storm pursued
       Their long and toilsome way;
     At length, in ocean solitude,
       He sprang upon his prey.
     'Havoc!' the shipwreck-demon cried,
     Loos'd all his tempests on the tide,
       Gave all his lightnings play."

     _J. Montgomery._

The case of _La Marguerite_, a small French brig that was rescued from
great peril by a Margate lugger, assisted by the Ramsgate steamer and
life-boat, will perhaps convey a sufficient idea of the difficulty and
danger that frequently occur in rescuing vessels from positions of
peril, and in bringing them in their damaged condition safely into port.

_La Marguerite_, a small French brig of 187 tons, is owned by her
captain, an honest and brave French seaman, and represents to him a
great part of the savings of many years' hard work and economy.

She is bound from Christiana to Dieppe with a cargo of deals; her hold
is full, and her deck piled up and hampered with cargo almost to the
level of her gunwale.

But on she goes rolling through the seas, with a fair wind and fine
weather, and her crew suffer only that amount of discomfort which must
always be the case when the deck of a vessel is so crowded with cargo.

The fresh breeze increases in force, and threatens a storm; the men
close reef the topsails and speed on their way; they make the Orfordness
light on the Essex coast, and then, correcting their course, steer for
the Knock and Galloper lights, which are stationed to guard sands so
named, and which are situated about eighteen miles from the North
Foreland. The breeze lulls a little, and they shake out a reef in the
sails; it is now getting somewhat thick--they soon make out a couple of
lights, but they shine so dimly through the mists that the crew conclude
that they are only fishermen's lights, and shaking out another reef,
they run fast before the wind, carefully steering their course by the
compass; but all this time a strong set of tide has been carrying them
to the northward and westward; this they have not discovered, and are
quite unaware that they are getting into a dangerous neighbourhood.

The captain is on deck; he is well-pleased at the prospect of making a
rapid voyage, and seeing that the night is likely to be wet and squally,
he gives his crew an extra glass of grog all round and goes below,
taking a last look at the compass, and feeling fully assured that they
are steering a straight course home.

In an hour or two the men on deck have their attention aroused by a
hoarse murmur which seems right a head of them, and which sounds like
the noise of waves breaking upon the shore. They look at the compass,
their course is correct, they cannot account for it; a couple of men run
forward, and soon see distinctly a white line of foam gleaming out in
the darkness, and make out the flash of the breakers as they leap high
in the air; they are terror-stricken at the sight, and, with a loud cry
of "Breakers ahead! breakers ahead!" they rush to the hatchway and shout
to the captain to come on deck at once; he, poor man, rushes up and
hurries to the wheel, round it flies, but before he can get the brig's
head round, she mounts upon a breaker, is thrown forward and grounds
heavily upon the Sands.

Where are they? Where can they be? What horrible mistake have they made?
they think they must have run somewhere on the mainland, on the Kent
coast; one man proposes to swim ashore with a rope, but the seas come
sweeping over them with a degree of violence, that quite does away with
any thought of making such an attempt. They hurry to the long boat to
try and get it out, but it and the only other boat which is in the brig
are speedily swept over board by the seas. The vessel is on the edge of
the sands and feels all the force of the waves as they roll in and leap
and break upon the bank; with every inrush of the seas she lifts high
and pitches, crashing her bow down on the sands, each time with a thump
that makes her timbers groan, and almost sends the men flying from the

As the big waves recoil and leap against her in all directions she
rolls heavily, while her masts sway, and her yard-arms almost touch the
water on either side.

The tide is rising, and as she lifts she beats each time a yard or two
over the Sands; the timbers, piled upon her decks, speedily break loose
and are washed away; the hull is writhing and working very badly--her
seams open; and so heavily does she strike, that time after time the
captain thinks that she must soon break up. This thrashing over the
Sands lasts for about twenty minutes, when they find that she is in deep
water, but completely water-logged, and torn and wrenched almost to
pieces; her rudder is knocked away, and if her cargo were anything but
deals she would sink at once, and all would be instantly drowned; as it
is, so long as her timbers will hold together her cargo will keep her
afloat, and her crew are comparatively safe. But she is by no means a
strongly-built vessel, and could not by any possibility stand much more
of the thumping and wrenching which she has just gone through, while
beating over the Sands.

The captain is still unable to make out where they are; they get a heave
of the lead, and find that they are in thirteen fathoms of water; it
must be a sandbank in the middle of a channel that they have just beaten
over--they had better anchor at once for fear the ship should be driven
upon another bank.

"Is the anchor clear?"

"No," cries the mate. (It is neglect of such matters as these that loses
many a fine ship.)

"Get the anchor and cable clear, then, as quickly as you can, or we
shall be on the sands again; for although the brig is water-logged, the
wind is driving her fast, and the tide is running with great speed."
After some delay they get the anchor overboard, and the brig rides to
it, head to wind.

The men gather together in the stern of the vessel, and group round the
captain, and as there is no work to be done to keep up their excitement,
they the more fully realize their danger, and begin to express their

They speak of their wives and children, and bemoan their own probable

The captain is the greatest sufferer, and the bravest hearted of them

"Look at me!" he replies. "Have not I got a wife? Have I not got six
children? Do I want to be taken from them, any more than you do from
yours? Besides, this is my own ship, you know that, and you know that
she is all I have got--all I have worked and saved for; if I lose her, I
lose all I have, and am a poor man again; you may be sure I'll do all I
can to save the ship and our lives too."

But the men watch how severely the brig pitches in the heavy seas. The
cable strains as if it would tear itself out of the ship, and the men
are afraid it will part, or the anchor drag, and think the ship would
ride more easily if her masts were cut away; they urge the captain to
have it done; but the ship is not insured, and he, poor man, knows how
great must be the expense of repairing her if she is saved, and
naturally does not wish to increase that expense by losing her masts,
so for some time he resists their entreaties; but at last is forced to
give an unwilling consent to have the foremast cut away. The carpenter
seizes the hatchet, a few heavy blows, and a great notch gapes in the
mast, they cut the weather shrouds, and after the ship has given two or
three heavy rolls, the mast goes over with a loud crash, falling well
over the side clear of the vessel; one man receives a nasty gash in the
cheek, from a splinter from the falling mast, but is not much hurt. They
cut the rigging of the mast from the vessel, and the mast is speedily
carried astern by the tide.

The brig certainly now rides more easily; the night passes on, and very
long and weary the hours seem. The vessel sinks lower and lower in the
water, right down, indeed, to her deck lining. The captain and the crew
know how weak she is (like some of the small timber ships, she has no
lower hold beams), and they fear that as she is full of water, the
buoyancy of the timber cargo may break up her deck, for she is almost
all to pieces already, and if the deck bursts, she will break up at

All hands, therefore, watch eagerly for the daylight, and as soon as
they are able to see, begin to make a raft; there are a goodly number of
eleven-feet deals stowed on deck which have been jambed too tight to be
washed away by the seas, and the crew begin to lash these together as
rapidly as they can, although, from the rolling and pitching of the
vessel and from the seas washing so frequently over the deck, it is a
matter of great difficulty to do so.

As soon as it is daylight the wreck is seen from Margate, and all is at
once astir down by the jetty and the pier; the life-boat is speedily
manned and gets under weigh, and two fine luggers race with her to get
first to the vessel.

But it is a long beat to windward, and against a fresh gale and strong
tide, and it is doubtful whether either of the boats will be able to
reach the wreck, at all events, before the turn of the tide, or at the
least, slack water. The luggers have, as a matter of course, a
sufficient amount of ballast on board, and are in good sailing trim. The
life-boat cannot be so heavily ballasted, or she would sink when filled
with water, or beat to pieces when grounding on the Sands among the
broken seas; the luggers therefore, make to windward much better than
the life-boat can, and leave her astern, the life-boat crew soon find
that it will be impossible for them to reach the wreck, and return to
Margate; the luggers persevere, and one of them runs alongside the brig
in fine style; the men on board the other lugger think that the brig is
drifting and not at anchor, they therefore make too far to leeward,
astern of her, and cannot beat up into position again.

The men from the first lugger spring on board the wreck; they find that
she is greatly damaged, and working very heavily as she rolls gunwale
under; they think she would ride easier with her remaining mast gone,
and try to persuade the captain to let them cut it away, but he stoutly
refuses his permission, and the Margate men make the best of it, as it

They get the anchor up, and passing a hawser on board the lugger, seek
to tow the brig away from the Sands; knowing the Sands as well as they
do, they hope to be able to get clear of them and get the brig into deep
water; but it is very difficult work, for with her rudder gone there is
no power of steering her, and the weight of the lugger is scarcely
sufficient to keep her head straight: they make a little progress,
however, the tide being somewhat in their favour, but the tide is on the
turn, and they will soon be driven back into their old position, if not
in worse, and the men begin almost to despair of saving the vessel, when
to their great satisfaction they see the Ramsgate steamboat and
life-boat making their way round the North Foreland.

The coastguard officer at Margate, when he saw that the Margate
life-boat could not reach the brig, and knowing that if any sea got up
where the vessel was, that the luggers could be of no use, telegraphed
to Ramsgate that a vessel was on the Knock Sands.

The steamer and life-boat get under weigh at once, and proceed as fast
as possible to the rescue; there is a nasty sea running off Ramsgate,
but it is not until they get to the North Foreland that they feel the
full force of the gale--here the sea is tremendous, and as the steamer
pitches to it, the waves that break upon her bows fly right over her
funnel--indeed she buries herself so much in the seas that they have to
ease her speed considerably to prevent her being completely overrun by

No one on board the boat knows where they are being towed; "a telegram
from Margate," was the first news "the life-boat wanted;" and then in
the hurry and excitement to get under weigh with all possible speed, no
one on board had thought of asking for further particulars.

The life-boat plunges on, and her crew are ready for the work whatever
it is, and wherever it is. As they round the North Foreland they see a
brig, with her foremast gone, in tow of a lugger.

The boatmen cast off the steamer's tow-rope and make for the brig; they
run in close under her lee, and venture too near to her; she is rolling
so heavily that her yard-arm comes right over the boat, and the loose
ropes swaying about catch in the boat's mast; they cannot get the mast
down, and the brig hangs so heavily they fear that she is going to
capsize right upon them; an active fellow severs the entangled rope with
a hatchet, the brig slowly rolls up again, and the life-boat drops

The boatmen get on board the brig; there are six of the lugger's men on
board; they find that the lugger is quite unable to make any way with
the wreck, and as the tide is on the turn, the vessel is in great peril,
for the Sands are just under her lee; no time must be lost, they signal
to the steamer to come at once, the life-boatmen take a hawser on board
her, and she begins to tow the brig away from the Sands; but the brig's
rudder is gone, and she is sheering right and left, jerking the hawser
at the end of each sheer with a strain hard enough to break it, and the
foremast being cut away, the men cannot carry sail to steady her; she
must be steered by the boats.

The life-boat and lugger drop astern, each having a rope from the
opposite quarter of the wreck. The steamer moves ahead, and as the brig
begins to sheer in one direction, both boats steer in the opposite
direction, and turning their broadsides to the vessel as much as
possible, hang with all their weight, and try and keep her stern
straight; then as the vessel sheers again in the other direction, away
the boats immediately make across her stern, to check her on the other

It is difficult and perilous work, this swiftly sheering across the
brig's stern in the heavy tumble of sea and strong gale, for the boats
can carry no sails to steady them, or they would not be able to sheer
quickly from one direction to the other; and thus they are in constant
danger of coming into violent collision with each other, and once they
strike together very heavily.

The French crew on board the brig are utterly exhausted with fatigue and
excitement, and are quite ready to leave their vessel in the hands of
the English boatmen. The men get the anchor and cable clear and ready
for use if wanted; it is of no good attempting anything with the pumps,
for the wreck is water-logged; and away the brig goes plunging and
rolling with the seas washing over her decks, which are scarcely out of
the water, and the two boats sheering and tossing astern, all being
towed by the gallant little steamer.

As the brig gets good way on her, it is easier to steer her by means of
the boats; but still they do not dare attempt to take her through the
narrow Cud channel, they therefore find their way through the Gull
stream, and round the small Brake-buoy, and then make up for the
entrance of Ramsgate harbour. But the tide has not been long on the
flood, and the strong northerly wind is checking it; and so they doubt
whether there is water enough to take her into the harbour, and wait
until they can see the red light showing on the west pier-head; this is
the signal that there is ten feet of water at the harbour mouth; the
weather is so thick that they cannot for some time see the light, and it
has been up for at least an hour before they can make it out.

They regret every moment's delay, for although it is of no use
attempting to enter the harbour before there is abundance of depth of
water, yet the tide is making more and more strongly every minute, and
it will be a matter of increasing difficulty to steer the brig, in her
present helpless condition, across the strong tide, and through the
heavy seas, into the narrow entrance of the harbour.



     "God keep those cheery mariners!
       And temper all the gales,
     That sweep against the rocky coast
       To their storm-shattered sails."

     _P. Benjamin._

As they tow the wreck near to the harbour they shorten the steamers
hawser to give the brig less scope for sheering; and as there is not
room for both the lugger and the life-boat to hang astern and help the
brig steer, the life-boat casts off and makes in to the harbour.

In spite of the rough cold night, the interest in life-boat work is too
great for all sympathisers to be driven away from the pier-head; and
there is a crowd there ready to watch the boat's return, and to welcome
the men with a cheer.

The steamer approaches cautiously, the brig's head is straight, and she
seems well under command; a couple of minutes more and all will be safe,
when suddenly the rush of tide catches the wreck on the bow; she
overpowers the lugger which is towing astern; round her head flies; she
lurches heavily forward, and strikes the east pier-head just outside the
bend; crash goes her jibboom; in vain the steamer tows its hardest, she
is in the grasp of a strong tide and leaping sea, and again she pitches
and plunges heavily against the pier: with a terrible wrench her
bowsprit breaks off short; again, and again, she strikes as she drifts
round the pier; her figurehead is crushed, her stem broken and twisted,
her forefoot torn off, and sweeping round she grounds on the Sands
almost alongside the pier, on the outer side, grinding and rubbing her
sides against the massive granite walls at each heave and work of the

The change of scene on the pier is very sudden, and very great; at one
moment the people were cheering the crews of the life-boat and steamer
upon the apparently successful ending of their labours; the next, and
the work of the brave fellows seems almost more than undone; and there
is quick dread peril, and deadly strife, and a wild outcry of fear, and
a very wildness of excitement, in the place of apparent safety and
congratulation. The people on the pier can look down upon the men on
board the brig, can see them clinging to the wreck as the seas break
over them, can hear the brig grinding and thumping against the pier as
if she would at once break up.

Some of the lookers-on run for the life-buoys, which are hanging upon
the parapet of the pier and on the pier-house, and throw them down to
the men on board the brig, others get ropes, and throwing one end down,
shout to the men to make themselves fast, that they will haul them up.

The poor Frenchmen are almost paralysed by the scene and by
excitement--they cannot make it out; the harbour-master, Captain Braine,
has enough to do; he sees the danger of the men on board the brig, but
he sees more than this, he sees the danger of the crowd at the
pier-head, for the brig's mainmast is swaying backwards and forwards,
coming right over the pier as the vessel rolls, and threatens to break
and come down upon the people as the brig strikes the pier; and if it
does, it will certainly kill some, perhaps many.

The women are shrieking, men shouting, some running about here and
there, all anxious to do something, and yet not able to render any

The French sailors are making themselves fast to the end of the ropes
that have been thrown on board, but the harbour-master sees the great
danger the men will be in, of being crushed between the wreck and the
pier, if they make the attempt to be hauled up, the vessel is rolling so
quickly, and the seas are so heavy, he therefore shouts to them not to
try it, and the boatmen hold them back.

But still the French sailors struggle to get hold of the ropes, crying
out, "Much danger, much danger! What shall we do? what shall we do?" The
outcry of the people on the pier naturally adding greatly to their

During this time, which has occupied but very few minutes, the steamer
still keeps hold of the hawser. She has been swung against the inside of
the pier by the strain of the wreck upon her cable, and by the eddy of
the tide, while the wreck has been beating against the outside; now she
steams out again with all speed, gets her head round, brings a gradual
strain upon the hawser, and makes every effort to tow the brig away from
the pier and off the Sands; after a few seconds of hard tugging the brig
begins to move, and they get her into deep water again.

But during this time the crew of the Margate lugger have been in equal,
if not greater, danger than the men on board the brig.

As soon as the men on board the lugger saw the brig sweep and crash
against the pier, they cast off their tow rope, but before they could
hoist any sail, the way they had on the boat, and the rush of the tide,
carried the lugger almost between the vessel, as she swung round, and
the pier; the men, however, escaped that danger, and indeed death, but
the boat was swept to the back of the pier, and in the eddy of the tide
was carried into the broken water; there she rolls in the trough of the
sea; wave after wave catches and sweeps her up towards the pier as if to
crush her against it; but each time the rebound of the water from the
pier acts as a fender, and saves her from destruction; but she is an
open boat, and if one big wave leaps on board it will fill her, and she
must sink at once; and the seas around her are very wild, the surf from
their crests breaks into her continually; the people on the pier see her
extreme peril; some run to the life-boat men who are preparing to moor
the boat, and shout to them to hasten out--that the brig is breaking up,
and that the lugger will be swamped; before, however, the life-boat can
get out, the brig is towed clear of the pier, and the lugger having
gradually drifted to the end of the pier, the men are able to get up a
corner of the fore-sail; it cants the lugger's head round; the men get
the fore-sail well up; it fills, she draws away from the pier, and away
from the broken water, and is clear.

The steamer has the brig in tow, but now the wreck has no boats to help
her steer, and she therefore yaws about with tremendous lurches.

The boatmen have all this time been working their utmost; their danger
and the scene of excitement around them having no other effect upon
them, than to make them the more cool and determined to do everything
they can to save the vessel and themselves.

They rig up a stay-sail upon the tottering mainmast, and as soon as the
steamer gets a little way on the brig, they try and steer by it, raising
and lowering the sail as the brig sheers one way or the other, and doing
their utmost to keep her head straight.

A very heavy sea strikes her on the bow, and she lurches right across
the tide; at that moment the steamer's hawser tightens and strains, and
the whole weight of the brig as she lies broadside to the seas dragging
upon the rope, it breaks in a weak place, where it has got chafed
against the pier.

The brig falls into the trough of the sea; the waves begin to make a
clean breach over her; water-logged and helpless as she is, with her
deck down almost to the level of the sea; the men on board can now do
but little, for time after time, as the seas sweep her decks, they have
enough to do to hold on; still the boatmen on board work when they can,
for they see that their lives depend upon getting the vessel in tow of
the steamer before she can strike the Dyke Bank, which is just under her

They make all haste to haul in the broken end of the cable; they already
have a good part of the cable on board, which they hauled in when they
were about making for the harbour.

They tell the French captain to get all his men to work, and have the
ship's hawser ready, but the brig rapidly drifts before the heavy gale
and with the tide towards the Dyke Bank, over which the seas are running
with fearful violence, the poor shattered wreck must indeed be very soon
broken up altogether if she once strikes amid that terrible rage of
waters, and there, too, the waves will sweep over her with a violence
sufficient to sweep the men from her decks; they must expect the
tottering mast to go at the first shock; there would be no refuge in the
rigging, and the deck would be virtually under water; it is doubtful
indeed if she strikes whether the men will be able to hold on, even
while the life-boat, which is close at hand, can reach them.

The life-boatmen had made out to the rescue of the lugger, but when they
saw that she was out of danger, and that the brig was under tow of the
steamer, they put back, but directly the harbour-master sees that the
brig is again adrift, he hastens to order the life-boat out once more to
the rescue. Many of the excited people on the pier throng round the
harbour-master, and entreat him to order the life-boatmen to take all
the boatmen and the crew off the wreck at once.

But the harbour-master knows the boatmen too well to think that they
will be content to leave the wreck, whatever the danger may be, while
there remains a single chance of saving her; he therefore tells the
life-boatmen to keep as near to the wreck as possible.

The captain of the steamer, directly he sees the hawser break, realizes
the deadly peril the wreck and those on board it are in; without a
moment's delay, he orders his crew to haul in the broken end of the
hawser, and as speedily as possible to back the steamer down to the
wreck, which is now within one hundred yards of the Dyke Sand. She is
rolling heavily broadside to the seas, which are making a clean sweep
over her; the men on board are scarcely able to keep the deck for the
wash of water, a few minutes more--two or three--and she will be right
in upon the breakers; round the pier-head dashes the life-boat, leaping
the seas as she is carried swiftly before the gale, she makes for the
wreck, and is ready to plunge into the surf to the rescue of the crew
directly the unfortunate vessel touches the Sands. But the steamer may
yet be in time to save her: now she is close to her, and they throw the
end of a rope on board the wreck; the boatmen on board fasten a cable to
it, the steamer's crew haul it in with all possible speed, the steamer
moves slowly a-head, the cable gets taught, the steamer tugs and
strains, but it is with the greatest difficulty she can get the brig's
head straight; now it comes slowly round, but as the wreck faces the
tide, she sheers right and left; they see that the wreckage of her
bowsprit and jibboom are right across her bow entangled in her
cut-water; it is this that causes her to sheer so much, and to hang so
heavily that the steamer cannot make any way with her, or keep her head
straight for one moment.

The English boatmen stand ready to hoist the stay-sail, as soon as the
steamer can move her ahead, and keep her at all to the wind.

The poor French sailors give way to much excitement in the wildness and
peril of the scene; clasping their hands and shouting; and there is
little wonder that their fears should be so aroused. "Hold! hold, good
rope, for if you break, nothing can save the ship; in a short time she
must be torn utterly to pieces by the waves now breaking so wildly,
almost directly under her lee!"

Each time the brig sheers heavily to one side or the other, she is
brought up with a jerk that makes the steamer tremble from stem to
stern, and tries the strength of the cable to the utmost.

The life-boat continues to cruise round the brig, keeping as near as
possible, but taking care to avoid her, as she sheers swiftly from side
to side.

Suddenly the wreckage clears itself from across the vessel's bow, and to
the joy of all, the vessel ceases to sheer so violently, and rests for a
minute straight in her course.

The boatmen on board at once hoist the stay-sail; it steadies her, and
she forges ahead, and they battle their way through the waves, round the
west pier-head, and a little out of the rush of the worst of the seas;
here, five brave fellows come off in a small boat, and bring a line to
her from the pier; with this they haul the second hawser from the vessel
to the pier; they get another hawser from the pier to the wreck, and as
the tide is setting her in a direction away from the pier, they can hold
her fast by these hawsers; the steamer now moves round the wreck, and
gets a rope from her stern, but in the meantime they have made the
life-boat's cable fast to the stern of the wreck, and passed it on to
the pier; the crowd of people on the pier lay hold of it, and begin to
pull their hardest, and succeed in moving the wreck fast astern; with
such energy do they pull that the small cable breaks in their hands, but
the steamer has by this time again got hold of the vessel, and tows her
safely into the harbour, and the long hours of peril and of struggling
against the storm are at an end.

A miserable figure the poor wreck looks, when she is hauled up on the
slip-way for repairs. Her masts are out of her, her bow crushed, her
stern twisted and broken, the oakum is streaming out of her seams, her
timbers are started, her rudder is gone, she looks truly the very wreck
she is. Indeed, it was nothing but the fact of her being timber laden
that prevented her going down immediately after striking the first time
upon the Margate Sands, or has kept her afloat during any one of the
many terrible struggles with the seas, that she has had since to endure.
The brig was ultimately repaired, and sent to sea; but to whatever
extent the general average upon the insured cargo contributed to the
bill, the balance required must have made a sad hole in the poor
brave-hearted captain's savings.

The Margate and Ramsgate men got some few pounds each for salvage: the
ship and cargo were not very valuable, and there were many to share the
small amount awarded, so there was not much for each one. But the men
were thankful, on account of the captain, as well as on their own
account, to have saved the vessel through so much peril, and as a
result, to have anything at all to share.



     "What dangers press'd, when seas ran mountain high,
     When tempests raved, and horrors veiled the sky;
     When prudence fail'd, when courage grew dismayed,
     When the strong fainted, and the wicked prayed;--
     Then in the yawning gulf far down we drove,
     And gazed upon the billowy mount above;
     Till up that mountain swinging with the gale,
     We view'd the horrors of the watery vale!"


A dark stormy December night had been followed by a gloomy morning, a
heavy gale had been blowing for some hours from the north-east, and
thick drifting snow-squalls still further threw heavy shadows over the
sea, and added greatly to the perils of the dangerous navigation around
the Goodwin.

The men on Ramsgate pier said to each other, "It is _likely weather_."
Likely for disaster and for the need of their services; they therefore
keep a careful watch, but the snow and drifting fog-clouds shut out the
Goodwin Sands and the light-vessels from their view, and so the men can
only wait on, speculating upon the possibility of some unseen tragedy
being worked out amid the darkness and the wrath of waters that surround
the Goodwin.

It is now after breakfast-time, about nine o'clock, the weather is too
bad for much ordinary work to be going on, and so a large number of
boatmen assemble in the look-out houses and at the head of the pier
watching the storm.

Many are the spy-glasses which are every now and then pointed seaward,
scanning any break in the storm-drift; three or four men are at the end
of the pier by the watch-house; one of them fancies that he can make out
a dark line 'mid the grey gloom; he watches carefully, a sheet of fog
lifts for a moment; "Yes, there is! I see a ship on the Goodwin!"

"Where? Where?" and another man looks at the direction of his spy-glass,
and points his own the same way. No; he can see nothing; and the man
himself can now see nothing; it was just a glimpse, that was all, and
the cloud closed in upon the Sands and wrapt them in darkness again.

"But are you positive you saw anything?" they ask the man.

"I am just as sure of it as I am that I am standing here."

"What was she like?"

"She seemed a large ship with only two masts standing, and high up on
the Sands."

"Well, if you saw her once, and are certain of it, once is as good as
fifty times. Away then for the life-boat."

Hurrying up the pier to give the alarm, they shout to some boatmen who
are at work helping to stow cargo on board a Dutch steamer--the
_Orient_: "A vessel on the Goodwin; Life-boat! Life-boat!" Immediately
the men throw down whatever they have in their hands, spring to the
gunwale, and are out of the ship, up the steps, on the pier, and running
for the life-boat in a moment; and this to the intense astonishment of
the Dutch mate, who had not heard the cry of life-boat. He runs along
the deck on to the poop, and shakes his fist at the men, shouting after
them, "You be bad men you! You be bad men! What for you run away? You
come here work no more!"

The honest-hearted fellow was, however, more than appeased, when he was
told that it was to rush on board the life-boat; to go out in that wild
dark storm and terrible sea to the rescue of life, that the men had so
suddenly deserted their work and fled from the vessel.

One of the pier men runs to the harbour-master, and reports that a large
ship has been seen ashore on the Goodwin; the harbour-master hurries to
the pier-head, but the lift in the storm has settled down thicker than
ever; he can see nothing; he, and all with him, listen attentively for
any report of a gun from the Goodwin light-vessels, but can hear
nothing; they cross-question the man who saw the wreck. The
harbour-master thinks he may have been mistaken--that it was probably a
ship sailing through the Gull Channel that he saw. No! the man is
positive that it was a ship on the Goodwin, and nothing else; and so
the harbour-master, although they can hear no signal from the
light-vessels, decides upon sending the life-boat, and orders the
coxswain to proceed to sea.

Rapid preparation for the start has been going on all this time; and
very speedily steamer and life-boat are away in the dark storm speeding
their way to the Goodwin Sands. They get to the North Sand light-ship
about eleven o'clock, and find a very heavy sea running in the
neighbourhood of the Sands, with frequent snow-squalls sweeping along.

The men on board the light-vessel say that both they, and the men on
board the Gull light-ship, have been making signals since daylight. (The
roar of the storm, and the wind not being on shore, the guns were not
heard, and the weather was too thick for any signals to be seen). They
report that they had seen a ship on shore on the South-East Spit of the

Away go steamer and life-boat, the crew of both alike eager to make up
for lost time, and they soon discover the vessel they are in search of
looming out in the mist.

They see that she is a complete wreck, and that she is settled down upon
the Sands, with her bow to the seas; her mizen-mast is gone close to the
deck; the seas are running quite over her as they break upon her bow;
they mount up and fly over her fore-yard and race along her deck,
breaking again upon her deck-house, which they smother in foam.

There are no sailors to be seen lashed to the rigging, and it is
doubtful whether they can have found shelter anywhere on deck, so great
is the rush of water over the ship. Indeed, the life-boat men think that
it is very improbable that any of the crew can be left on board.
Nevertheless, they determine to get on board the vessel, and see if they
can find any poor exhausted seaman still clinging to some portion of the

There is a very heavy sea running, and they have a short consultation as
to the best method of getting alongside the vessel; they determine to go
in upon the lee quarter, and make preparation for so doing. Now they
make in for the wreck; they sail in swiftly; plunge in through the
broken water; their anchor is all ready; they watch their distance. Over
with it; lower the foresail; and they are about to run the life-boat
right alongside the vessel, when the man in the bow shouts, "Up with
your helm; up with it hard; sheer off, sheer off!" Up the helm is;
swiftly the boat answers, and bears away from the vessel.

The mizen-mast, which had been broken off short, has fallen over the
quarter of the vessel, and become entangled in the Sands, and with the
ship's side, and is standing out at right angles to the wreck, right in
the way the life-boat was steering. If it had been night-time the boat
would have been steered in right upon the wreck of the mast and yards,
when in every probability she would have been stove and rolled over by
the seas; the men would then have been washed out of her, and it would
have been impossible for them to have got back to her again, against the
rush of sea and tide and entangled as she would have been in the
wreckage of the mast, she could not have floated down to them; as it is,
this very catastrophe nearly happens, for the men hardly see the danger
in time; it is a moment of great peril, for the boat is being tossed
about violently in the broken water, and becomes somewhat entangled in
the wreckage; the men lay hold of the cable, and haul upon it with all
their strength, and do what they can to check the way of the boat, and
help her head round; now they get a good cant out, they throw out some
coils of the cable in one cast, they sheer out well, and get clear of
the wreck of the mizen-mast; the seas catch the boat and drive it astern
of the vessel, the cable runs out its full length and brings the boat up
with a strong jerk. The men, on looking at the wreck, are glad to find
that there are some of her crew still alive; they can see three men and
a boy crouching down, under the shelter of the deck-house, but they must
be but a small proportion of the original crew of the ship, for she is a
large vessel, and must have had a crew of certainly not fewer than
fifteen or sixteen men. "Thank God," say the life-boat men, "that they
are not all gone, and that we are here in time to try and save some."

The shipwrecked men have been crouching there for some hours, and have
been getting more and more wretched, cold, wet, exhausted, and hopeless;
every now and then they heard the loud boom of a gun from one of the
light-vessels, but no life-boat came, and the wreck might at any moment
break up; they at first felt confident that a life-boat would certainly
soon come to their rescue, and had prepared for her coming by getting a
life-buoy with a long line fastened to it, ready to throw overboard.

But the hours passed by, the seas broke over the vessel with increasing
violence, the storm grew more and more wild, they could not understand
why the life-boat did not come, but she did not, and they began to
despair of being saved.

Suddenly, as they crouch under the deck-house in their hopeless misery,
they see the life-boat swing round on the tide, and come up to her cable
just astern of the ship; never were men more agreeably surprised; it is
as a reprieve from death; and they feel their blood course again through
their veins, their strength returns, and they start up ready for action;
the life-boat men give them a cheer, which they answer with glad cries
of welcome.

The men on board the wreck throw the life-buoy and line to the life-boat
men; there is a tremendous tumble of sea, the life-boat is flying about
in all directions, and it is not for some time, and not until after much
trouble, that they succeed in getting the life-buoy on board the boat.

All hands lay hold of the rope, and do their utmost to haul the
life-boat nearer to the wreck; but the heavy gale, the rush of the sea,
and the strong tide, are all directly against her, her cable is
straining to the utmost, and they cannot get her to move in the least;
they struggle on, and on, but it is all in vain.

"Pull, men, pull! now all together, as the seas pass; now, try and get
a foot or two ahead." Not an inch, strain and pull as they will.

"Look out! look out! let go; take care of yourselves!"

Too late; a tremendous sea comes rushing over the vessel, right over the
life-boat, beats her back with a wrench and jerk that tears one of the
timber heads, to which the rope is fastened, right out of her, knocks
down by its great weight five or six of the men, who are holding on to
the rope, hurts two or three of them somewhat severely, and buries the
boat in its very flood of water; for a moment she is swamped, and beaten
right away from the wreck; she lifts again, in a few seconds rises to
her water-line; she frees herself of water, the men spring to their

"Are all there? Are any washed out of her?" "All right! all right!"
"Thank God! Now at it again, my men."

Happily the anchor still holds, and the boat's cable brings the boat up.
But what is to be done to save the poor crew? They feel that it is quite
impossible for them to haul the boat any nearer to the ship.

To their great surprise, they see the captain spring up from the lee of
the deck-house, hurriedly take off his oilskin coat, throw it into the
water, and then jumping on the gunwale, grasp the hawser that holds the
boat, and slide down it into the boiling sea. A huge wave breaks over
him, and washes him away from the rope; he now tries to swim to the
boat, but the life-boat is not directly astern, the sheer she has to her
cable that is fastened to the anchor which was thrown over some
distance to the side of vessel, prevents her dropping right astern; and
although the captain has but to swim a few yards out of the direction of
the sweep of sea and tide, it is impossible for him to manage it. He is
perfectly overwhelmed by the boil of sea, tossed wildly up and down,
wave after wave beating over him, it is all that he can do to keep his
head above water, and cannot guide his course in the least; the boatmen
try all they can to make the boat sheer towards him, so as to reach him,
or to throw him a rope, but it is impossible, they cannot get
sufficiently near; and in a few seconds they see him swept rapidly by in
the swift tide; Jarman, the coxswain of the boat, seizes a life-buoy,
and throws it with all his force towards him; the wind catches it and
helps the throw; it falls near him; he makes a spring forward and
reaches it; the men gladly see that he has got it; they see him put his
two hands upon one side as if to get upon it; as he leans forward it
falls over his head like a hoop; he gets his arms through it, and
shouting to the boatmen "All right," he waves his hand as if to beckon
to them to follow him, and goes floating down in the strong tide and
among the raging leaping seas in a strange wild dance, that threatens
indeed to be a dance of death.

It is with deep feelings of dismay and sorrow that the boatmen see him
thus drifting away, sea after sea breaking over him; they think it
impossible that he can live long; they watch him as far as they can see
him; he rises now and again on a sea, and waves his hand to them, but
soon disappears from their view, and they seem to have wished him for
ever good-bye, for if they go after him at once they will not be able to
get back to the ship again, perhaps for hours; and there are two men and
a boy still on board whom they must not desert; they must do what they
can for these poor fellows first, and then they will hasten away in
search of the poor captain, although they have but little hope of then
finding him alive, even if they find him at all.

At once they are reminded of the dread peril the men on board the ship
are in; for a tremendous crash like a peal of thunder startles them all;
and looking round they see the tall mainmast of the ship fall swiftly
over on the port side of the vessel.

The men on board give a loud cry--the terrible crash and rend and shock
of the falling mast appals them to the uttermost; it is as if the wreck
was breaking to pieces in one vast wrench beneath their feet. The chief
mate springs wildly to the starboard quarter, and seizes the end of the
mainbrace, which is hanging there; he makes it fast round his waist; and
with a rapid spring, and with arms outstretched towards the boat, he
jumps into the sea; he is a fine powerful young man, and a very good
swimmer; but what can he do in a tide and sea so tremendous that twelve
strong men cannot haul the boat one foot against them? and so a fearful
tragedy is worked out before the boatmen's eyes; they make every effort
to sheer the boat towards the man, but in vain; the tide sweeps him at
once away on the lee-bow of the boat; he struggles fearfully hard for
his life; the sea takes him and throws him away to the full extent of
the rope, which tightens round his waist; the strain of the rope draws
him back a little; he falls in the trough of the sea; he is just in the
thick of the surf, in the break of the waves, and they curl over him and
beat him down beneath their weight, and then again the next rushing wave
catches him and flings him out, till he is brought up with a jerk as the
rope tightens, that seems almost to tear him in pieces; now he is thrown
high in the air on the crest of a wave, now he is buried in a sea,
rolled over and over; sheering here and there, as the tangled waves
catch him, first on one side, then on the other, but never nearer the
life-boat; every now and then he strikes out wildly as if to make a last
effort, and cries aloud in his agony and despair. It is indeed a most
piteous sight, and it moves the boatmen to the very heart; the poor
drowning fellow so near and they unable to render him the least help.

They cannot remain doing nothing, although they feel fully assured that
all they attempt must be in vain; they haul with all their power on the
cable to try and get nearer to the ship when they might sheer down upon
the poor fellow; but the sea is raging over them as much as ever, and
they cannot get the boat to move at all; the waves rush over the boat in
rapid succession, and as they do so the men have to crouch down and
cling with all their force to the thwarts, and struggle hard to prevent
being washed out of her. As each sea passes, up they spring and again
try to haul in the cable; the poor drowning sailor is ahead of the boat,
on the starboard bow; if the line which he has round his waist were only
a few fathoms longer he might be saved; it would be madness for any of
the boatmen to jump overboard to get at him, they would be instantly
swept astern of the boat, without a hope of saving him, and at great and
useless risk of their own lives; they try and throw the lead-line over
the rope which holds the poor fellow; hoping that if they can succeed in
doing so, that he may manage to get hold of it, and loosing himself from
the rope which fastens him to the ship, be hauled on board the boat; but
the boat is pitching and tossing so much that it is hard work attempting
to throw the line, but again and again they make the effort. "Now he
rises on a wave: now try; heave with a will, well clear of his head. Ah!
missed again; look out, hold on all;" a wave rushes over them, boat and
all; another half-minute and they make another attempt; no! all in vain,
each time it falls short; the struggle cannot last long; strong and
young as the man is, his strength cannot possibly endure long in such a
conflict; his cries grow more feeble and soon cease; they see him try
and get back to the ship, climbing up the rope, but his strength fails,
and he falls back; his arms and legs are still tossed wildly about, but
it is by the action of the waves; his head drops and sinks; yes! it is
all over!--all over! with him; and it is with intense sorrow that the
boatmen realize that all hope of saving him is at an end--that he is



     "Much would it please you sometimes to explore
     The peaceful dwellings of our borough poor;
     To view a sailor just returned from sea,
     His wife beside, a child on either knee,
     And others crowding near, that none may lose
     The smallest portion of the welcome news....
     The trembling children look with steadfast eyes,
     And panting, sob involuntary sighs;
     And sleep awhile his torpid touch delays,
     And all is joy, and piety, and praise."


The second mate and cabin-boy still remain on board the wreck; they have
watched with the greatest horror and dread the terrible death of the
chief mate, and are themselves almost in absolute despair.

The seas continue to wash over the ship with great violence; the
deck-house, under the protection of which the sailors have been
crouching, begins to break up, and wrench, and tear, and is carried away
piecemeal; the second mate, as the wreck wrestles and writhes beneath
him, under the rush of a huge wave, fears that it is going to break up
altogether, that the ship's last moment is come, and he throws himself
upon the rope by which the life-boat is made fast to the ship, and
begins to make his way along it; it is almost level with the water, for
the wreck has so worked herself down in the Sands that her gunwale is
but four or five feet above the sea; the breakers rush over the poor
fellow as he painfully struggles on; he is again and again buried by the
waves, but he clings on; and half working his way, half carried by the
seas and tide, he reaches the high bow of the life-boat, which is
leaping, and falling, and jerking, tearing the hawser to which the
sailor is clinging, up and down through the seas, as if trying its
utmost violence to jerk him from his hold.

But still he holds on, his hands convulsively clutching the rope as his
body is being swayed and thrown violently about; he is exhausted, and
breathless--he is half drowned; his face is pale as death, his jaw
drops, he seems about to swoon; in another moment he will be gone; he
gives a wild despairing look at the life-boat, and as the waves dash him
against it, makes an effort to grasp it; the man in the bow of the boat
has been watching his every movement, has shuddered with dismay as he
saw the seas wash over him, expecting him to be carried away in the
strong tide. No! he still grasps the rope, and at last is within reach;
in one spring, and with a cry to his mates, "Hold me! hold me!" the
boatman throws himself upon the raised foredeck of the life-boat, and
with his body half stretched over the stem, he grasps the collar of the
sailor; the drowning man throws his arm around the boatman's neck, and
clings to him convulsively, by his weight dragging the man's head down
and burying it in the water; but the brave fellow clings as hard to the
half-dead sailor as the sailor does to him; the seas wash bodily over
them and over the bow of the boat; up and down the boat plunges them
both, but he still holds on; three or four of the boatmen have hold of
his legs, and are doing their utmost to pull him back into the boat, but
they cannot do so, and so the struggle goes on; it is only as the boat
rises on a wave and throws her bow up in the air that the men can

Now a shout of horror, and a cry--"Look-out! look out! sheer the boat,
quick! quick! port--port your helm!" For right down upon the bow of the
boat, tossing on the huge seas, and borne swiftly by the tide comes the
wreck of one of the ship's largest and heaviest boats; it has been
entangled in the mast, which is hanging over the side of the ship, but
it has now washed free, and comes driving down as if to stave in the bow
of the boat, and crush to death the two poor fellows hanging on to the
side:--the boat sheers a little; a cross wave catches the wreckage, and
it just sweeps clear. Thank God! is the cry of every man in the boat.

The boatmen cannot get the two men in over the high bow of the boat, and
the poor fellows are drowning fast; and so they drag the life-boatman by
his legs along the side of the boat, he still clinging to the sailor,
and get him to the waist of the boat where the gunwale is very low; some
of the men can now catch hold of the sailor, they drag him on board, and
the boatman is pulled in by his legs. The brave fellow is very
exhausted by his great and gallant exertions; but he has saved the man's
life, and that is every consolation to him; the mate of the vessel is
almost unconscious. If the boatman had not clung to him as the seas
broke over them both, he must have let go his hold and soon have been
beaten under by the waves, for he was quite incapable of any further

The boatmen again turn their attention to the wreck; they have been so
much engaged with the two men struggling in the water, that they have
not been able to think of the poor boy still clinging to the vessel in
loneliness and fear.

The deck-house has by this time been completely washed away, and no
longer affords him any protection. The poor little fellow is clinging to
the gunwale, holding on to the cleats; and he is calling out in good
English, and in the most piteous tones, O save me! O save me! O do save
me! He is only thirteen years old. The boatmen answer him back; and much
as they have passed through, it affects them very deeply to see the poor
child in his fear, and misery, and danger, to hear his cries and sobs,
and not to know how to help him. Continually he is completely buried in
the seas, and it seems wonderful that he can hold on; each time the
waves rush over the wreck, the boatmen expect to find him washed away
like a cork, but he still holds on, and again and again his piteous
pleading voice is heard 'mid the roar of the storm--"O save me! O save
me! O be quick and save me!"--"What can we do? What can we do?" the
boatmen ask each other in tones of real sorrow and dismay; there is not
a man among them who is not ready to risk his own life to save the boy,
but nothing can be done. It is impossible for them to climb on board the
wreck by the rope with which the life-boat is fastened to the vessel,
for the wreck is now so overrun by the tide that the bend of the rope is
continually under water, and the wreckage of the vessel's masts is
washing over it; moreover, although it was possible for a man to come
down the rope, the sea and tide making with him, it would be impossible
for a man to work his way up the rope against such a tremendous rush of
water and breaking surf as are continually sweeping over it. The steamer
is not in sight, or they might be tempted to go to her, get towed to
windward again, and try to run in upon the wreck and grapple her closer;
but this would be almost impossible, so wild is the sea on the weather
side, and on the lee side the wreck of one of the masts is flying about
in the broken water in a way, which would at once prove fatal to the
life-boat if she got entangled with it.

And so all they can do is to wait on, till the tide slackens, when
perhaps they will be able to haul the life-boat up to the wreck, and
save the boy. But while the tide runs so fiercely they can only wait,
and watch the poor little lad. They do not forget the captain of the
vessel, they will go in search of him by-and-by, but they conclude that
all life must have been beaten out of him long since; and they must not
leave the living to go and search for the body of one whom they think
must very certainly be by this time dead.

A short time, and the tide rapidly slackens, an eddy comes rushing
through some channel in the Sands, and the boat begins to sheer about
wildly; and is soon in danger of being crushed against the wreckage of
the masts, which is heaving and tossing about among the very heaviest of
the seas.

"We must make an effort soon," the coxswain cries; "make ready, my men;
try and keep the wreckage clear; haul the boat up to the ship sharp,
when I tell you: we will soon have the poor little chap."

Scarcely are the words shouted out by the coxswain when some of the men
give a cry--"What's that! look out! yes, he is overboard, washed over by
that big sea. Where is he? where is he? There he is! No! only his cap,
there he lifts on that sea--he is coming straight for the boat."--From
the change and eddy of the tide, the rush of the sea past the boat is
not nearly as rapid as it was, and the poor boy comes floating slowly
from the ship; once or twice he has been rolled under by the waves, now
he is on the surface again, and near the boat. "Here he comes! look! on
that wave! Lost! no, he floats again; slacken the hawsers; now he is
within reach, carefully, quick; now you have got him; he is making no
effort, and floating with his head under water;" a boatman manages to
hook his jacket with a long boat-hook, and pulls him towards the
boat--gently the men lift him in, sorrowfully; and tears are in the eyes
of more than one, as they look upon the small face. "Poor little chap!
too late! too late! he is gone," they say--and think that the delicate
little face and slender childlike form suggest that he is fitted rather
for quiet home scenes, and home care, than for such scenes of hardship
and peril as he has had to endure.

"Now, my men," shouts the coxswain; "stations all! put the poor boy down
here in the stern-sheets. If we do not look sharp we shall be driven
upon the wreck, and likely enough all lost."

"Ay! ay! all right. Get the foresail clear! All clear,--hoist as the
boat sheers; stand by to cut the cable, and ship's ropes; hoist away!
Now she pays round; cut the cable; all gone; round the boat flies; away
she goes before the wind. Make all fast. Now come and look to the poor
lad again;" and some of the boatmen with tender fatherly pity in their
hearts, take up the little fellow. They chafe his hands and rub his back
and limbs, and his chest over his heart, with strong rum, put a little
rum to his lips, and persevering as well as they can, following the
instructions given to all life-boat men, for recovering the apparently
drowned, after about half an hour they have the joy of seeing him show
signs of life; the men who can be spared from working the boat continue
their care of him; his circulation returns, and he can drink a little
water; some of the men take off their jackets which have been kept dry
by their waterproof overalls, and wrap him up in them; they then spread
the mizen sail above him, to prevent the seas breaking over him; and the
poor lad lies quiet, gradually recovering his strength.

During this time, the coxswain and the men have been consulting about
the poor captain, who floated away with the life-buoy round him some two
hours before; and they determine to run down the Stream-reach in search
of him, dead or alive. But alive scarcely for one moment can they hope
to find him.

The Stream-reach or Stream-wreckage, as it is called, is where the
currents setting down on either side of the Sands meet on the highest

Most of the wreckage is washed up into it, and what remains of a lost
ship or cargo will often be kept in this stream, and float away in one
long line some miles to leeward. Along this Stream-reach, and in the
heaviest of the seas, the men steer the life-boat, all keeping a keen
look-out for the body of the lost captain.

They look back at the wreck several times as they speed away; and they
soon see the foremast of the vessel go over the side; the hull of the
vessel seems also to heave over, and that is the last that is seen of
the _Providentia_, for by the next morning her hull is completely torn
to pieces, the lower part buried in the Sands, and the remaining portion
utterly swept away.

They run down the Stream-reach for about two miles; when one of the men
fancies that he can see an arm waving. All look in the direction pointed
out; and to their astonishment they see the captain in the life-buoy; as
he rises on the sea, he shouts to them and again waves his arm.

The coxswain at once steers the boat for him, but the seas are so heavy
that they knock the boat to leeward, and they just miss him.

The brave fellow shouts, "All right!" as they pass a few yards from

The boatmen lose no time; they take the mizen-sail which covers the mate
and lad, set it with all possible haste, shake out all reefs in the
foresail, head the boat round, and sail well to windward of the captain;
almost capsizing the boat under her press of canvas, so eager are they;
they keep a good look-out for him, for the seas are leaping so violently
that it is a hard thing to keep the poor fellow in view, and at last
they lose sight of him altogether. As soon as the boat is well to
windward they make across the Stream-reach, then sail down it, and soon
catch sight of the captain again; they lower the mizen and run straight
for him; soon they down with the foresail to lessen the speed of the
boat, for fear they should over run him, and manage to drop gently down
by his side.

They lay hold of him and drag him into the boat; the exertion of being
pulled in over the side of the boat, and the reaction after his fearful
time of suffering and suspense, is too much for his remaining strength,
and he seems dying in the men's hands; they try and get him to swallow a
little rum, but he cannot do so, and faints.

The men now set sail and make for the Gull light-ship; they see the
steamer coming round the South Sands Head in search of them; she takes
the boat in tow, and they proceed towards Ramsgate. In the meanwhile
some of the men have been doing all they can for the captain, rubbing
his back and limbs, and doing all they possibly can to restore his
circulation; he soon gets a little better, and is able to tell them
that his ship was a Russian ship, the _Providentia_, from Finland, and
that he is a Russian Fin; this last fact enables the men to account for
his wonderful powers of endurance in his long exposure to the beating of
the waves and to the coldness of the water, for the Finlanders are the
hardiest of all sailors. He also tells the men, that the _Providentia_
was a full rigged ship of 700 tons, bound from Newcastle to the
Mediterranean with coals. That they had run ashore about eleven or
twelve o'clock the night before, in thick weather. That they made
signals, which the light-vessels answered. That they had seen the
light-vessels signal to the shore; and as he knew that he was near
Ramsgate, he felt sure that the life-boat would come out to their
rescue; he therefore tried to persuade the crew, eleven in number, to
remain by the ship; but that they took the big boat, and left the ship
in so heavy a sea that he feared they must all be lost (they were blown
over on the French coast, and at last got into Boulogne). Upon reaching
Ramsgate the captain, mate, and the boy were carried to the Sailors'
Home, being too weak to walk, and were well cared for.

The captain made a long statement as to the gallant services of the
life-boat men, and of his deep gratitude to them.

We may as well add, that as some of the men, who had run away so
suddenly from their work on board the Dutch steamer, to make a rush for
the life-boat, were walking upon the pier, they saw the Dutch mate
hurrying to them, evidently in a state of excitement. Halloo! What's up
now? think the men, remembering how the mate had shouted after them as
they left the vessel. Halloo! What's up now? but the honest fellow comes
to them, and shaking them heartily by the hands, says with deep
feeling,--"Me sorry me called you bad men for running away from the
steamer. You good men! you good men! _Me give you_ more work if me can."



     "There are to whom that ship was dear
       For love and kindred's sake,
     When these the voice of rumour hear,
       Their inmost heart shall quake,
     Shall doubt, and fear, and wish, and grieve,
     Believe, and long to unbelieve,
       But never cease to ache;
     Still doom'd, in sad suspense, to bear
     The hope that keeps alive despair."

     _J. Montgomery._

Do we not often find in the winter evening that our warm rooms seem more
cosy, and the flames to lap more brightly and closely round the
half-consumed log, as a blast of wind moans in the chimney, and perhaps
the cry of some poor street hawker tells its plain tale of toiling
misery as it goes shiveringly along the streets? Do we not find our
sensations of personal comfort increased, and our sympathy for the
sufferer quickened, as the wintry gale and slashing rain beat against
our well-shuttered windows, and suggest the hardships we should have to
endure if we were less cared for and less protected?

But if we may learn the deeper to realize our blessings, and the more to
enlarge our sympathies, as we contrast our respective positions with
such as are endured by many of the poor toilers on shore, truly still
more may we do so as we consider the trials and hardships endured by
many of the toilers at sea. Jamb down the window harder to prevent those
few drops of rain bubbling in, draw the curtain closer and check that
one breath of draught; and now think of those of your fellow-men who are
breasting the storm in its wildest rage, out in the full perils and
dense darkness of the night, where cruel winds and mad seas attack them
in all their dread force; but neither daunt their courage, check their
efforts, nor frustrate their skill; their errand is to save, and all
personal considerations are lost in the grandness and hope of their

Thinking of these things, we shall not fail again and again to render
our ready and full-hearted sympathy, not only for the shipwrecked,
crying aloud in their quick peril and deep agony for rescue, but also
for the poor brave-hearted boatmen of our coasts, who never hesitate to
do all and to dare all when the prospect before them is that of saving

Let us recall again some of the features in the lives of those whom we
may well call the "Storm Warriors" of seafaring life, who not only find
their bread upon the waters, but upon the most troubled waters of the
most storm-lashed seas; who, the darker the night, the sterner the
tempest, the more blinding the snowdrift, are the more full of
expectation that their services will be required, and are therefore the
more determined to urge their way out into the storm, to be ready to
render aid at the first call for assistance, and perhaps to pluck a
harvest of saved lives off the very edge of the scythe of death.

Yes, my readers, I would once again carry you in thought far away from
quiet home scenes and peaceful associations, from the pleasant nooks and
sunny corners of memories which you delight to recall, upon which you
love to let your thoughts half consciously ponder; but I ask you to take
the joy of your home peace--the gladness of your blessings--with you,
that you may be quickened in every chord of sympathy as you let me draw
your thoughts away into the dread darkness, which is only broken by
spectral sheens of light shed by flying foam, there to picture the
rolling sea-mountains hurling along their avalanches of white spray; to
listen to the dread discords of a howling tempest; to hover in fancy mid
a scene of fierce turmoil and strife, where the elements in their rage
seem to have cast off all bonds to their fury, and to have determined to
sweep from their path every vestige of man and his works; and now to let
your eyes centre upon a shattered wreck, to which are clinging a few
storm-beaten sailors trembling upon the very verge of a grave.

Are you practically interested in life-boat work, then you have a
message to them in their hour of agony; you would have a message to
many a loving wife and innocent child if they could now realize the
danger of those they love, upon whom they depend. And your whisper is of
rescue and of hope. Look where a fitful light gleams in the darkness;
now rides high on the crest of a huge wave, now falls buried in the
trough of the sea, shines out again, is hidden in a cloud of spray, but
pressing on and on, getting nearer each moment to the shipwrecked.

The light gleams from a life-boat in which a small band of men are
battling,--battling on in the teeth of the fierce storm. No terrors stay
them, no failures quell their courage and their zeal; are not fellow-men
held captive and threatened with death by fierce and cruel seas? and
shall they, the Storm Warriors, not be ready at every peril, and at
every hardship, and against all difficulties to make in to their rescue.
In such scenes we see the men actually at their work in their efforts to
save life and property; but the life-boat work does not merely consist
in doing the work at the moment of its necessity, but also in the
unwearying watch and readiness for when that time of emergency shall
come. Many a Ramsgate boatman leaves his poor, but warm and comfortable
home, his humble and loving home circle, to pace Ramsgate pier for
hours, and this, night after night, for many winter months, and for the
mere chance of being among the first to make a rush for the life-boat
when the signal is given to man her,--a chance that may not come a dozen
times in the season, and which, when it does come, may afford indeed a
grand opportunity for daring all and doing all for the saving of life,
but not for doing much in the way of refilling the half-empty cupboards
at home, or rubbing off the debts that have been gradually growing
during the winter season.

And in this, the last tale, I propose telling of the doing of the Storm
Warriors, the Life Savers, who watch and struggle mid the fierce seas of
the Goodwin Sands, I have deeds to relate done by our brave
boatmen--acts of daring and determination--for which I claim a place
amid the records of the bravest, grandest deeds of heroism of the age; a
tale to tell which, unless I fail utterly in the telling--and this God
forbid--I reverently pray, and pray it for the sake of noble deeds done,
and for the sake of the good life-boat cause--a tale which must excite
sympathy for those in suffering and in peril from the dangers of the
sea; and sympathy and high esteem for the daring and unselfish workers
of brave works;--a tale, the echoes of which may well stir, as a trumpet
peal, stout hearts to perseverance and brave deeds, to do and dare all
in God's name, and for the right, whatever storms of opposition may
impede their onward course, and stand between them and their high and
holy aim.

The early days of the new year were bleak and cold; strong northerly and
easterly winds swept over land and sea; people on shore spoke of the
weather as being seasonable, but shuddered over the word.

At Ramsgate, on the 5th of January, it was a fresh breeze from the
east-south-east, and the anxious boatmen were as usual keeping a good
look-out. About half-past eight in the morning, the booming of signal
guns was heard; the signals came from both the Goodwin and the Gull

The boatmen, who had been watching all night in momentary expectation of
such a signal, speedily manned the life-boat.

The steamer, the _Aid_, was soon ready, with her brave crew full of
courage and hardihood, and full of zeal as ever to second every effort
made by the life-boat men in saving life. The steamer is steered for the
North Sands Head light-vessel. As they were making their way across the
Gull stream, they saw what proved to be a shipwrecked crew in their own
boat; they took them on board the steamer, and found that they were the
crew, eight in number, of the schooner _Mizpah_, of Brixham. The
schooner had stranded on the Goodwin in a thick fog the night
previously; the weather was still thick, and the men could give no
account of the position of their vessel, and thought that it was
hopeless to try and find her, and that it would be useless to try and
get her off if they did find her, and so the steamer took the boat in
tow and returned to Ramsgate.

It proved afterwards that the vessel floated off the Sands at high
water. A Broadstairs hovelling-lugger, while cruising about, fell in
with her, and succeeded in bringing her into Ramsgate. The vessel and
cargo were worth £6000 or £7000; the Broadstairs men obtained £350 as
salvage. The life-boatmen were glad to take a few hours' rest after
their night's watch and morning's work, they therefore found their way
homewards, leaving, however, plenty of ready and able boatmen to watch
on the pier, eager to make up another crew should a call for their
services be made. The cold became hour by hour more intense, and the
fresh breeze steadily grew; as the tide made, the sea broke over the
pier in heavy clouds of spray, thundered down upon it, and poured over
it in foaming cascades into the harbour.

The evening grew on, the gale became terrific; heavy snow-storms went
sweeping by, showers of freezing sleet rushed on before the wind, and
the night was as dreary and dismal, as dark and cold, as night could
well be.

At about half-past ten the storm was in its full fury, and the sea a
very howling wilderness of raging waters.

At that moment the boom of a signal gun made itself heard, in spite of
the roar of the wind and sea, and rockets were soon seen streaming up
from the Gull light-ship.

"The life-boat was manned with despatch," would be the short report the
coxswain would afterwards make to the harbour-master. This means, that
directly the signal was given, all was astir at the pier-head, the
harbour-men on watch hurried themselves to lose no moment in getting the
life-boat ready for sea; that the crew of the steamer also made all
zealous speed; that the boatmen, in spite of the piercing cold and
terrific gale, rush along the pier, hurry down the harbour steps, spring
into the boat, and at once set to work in preparing her for sea, as
readily as schoolboys bound down the school stairs and out on to the
common for the joy of a summer holiday.

It takes the steamer and life-boat about one hour and a half to urge
their way through the terrible storm into the neighbourhood of the Gull
light-ship; the crews speak her about one in the morning, and are told
that the men on board saw, some time since, a large light burning
south-east by south, but they had lost sight of it for about twenty

The steamer at once tows the boat in the direction described; a careful
look-out is kept; the snow-storms come down more darkly than ever, and
the men find it bitterly cold, as they are continually overrun by the
foam and spray, and by the broken crests of the waves, which are very
wild and running mountains high; still on and on the brave fellows
battle their way, but they can discover no signs of any signal-light.
The crew hold a consultation as to what is best to be done; there
appears no possibility of any of the crew of the vessel which gave the
signals of distress being still alive; she must have broken up at once,
in so tremendous a sea, and it would be impossible for any poor fellow
to float clinging to any piece of wreckage in the midst of such a
terrific turmoil of water. Still some other vessel may be in danger; the
night is wild and dark enough for disaster after disaster to occur; and
so the men determine to wait and watch for any signal of distress, and
not seeing one, to remain in the neighbourhood of the Sands at all
events until daylight, that they may feel sure before they leave the
Sands that they are not turning their backs upon any whom they might
leave to perish in the storm for want of their aid.

And so, my readers, while most of you, if not all, were quietly in your
beds (the wakeful ones of you perchance listening wistfully to the
storm, and perhaps having your hearts moved to great pity and deep
prayer for the poor fellows at sea), these brave boatmen, from choice,
and not for the hope of money reward, but for the far dearer hope of
saving life, waited on and on, by those gloomy storm-beaten Sands, a
prey to all the fierceness of the gale, the raging seas, and deadly

Time after time the mad rushing waves break over the boat, burying her
in clouds of spray and foam, or, coming in heavier volume still, bury
her and the men for a moment or two completely under water. It is to the
crew something more than intense discomfort; their sufferings become
very great, yet they will not give in; they do all that they can to
encourage each other, and still let the boat lay to.

Willing as every man is to endure to the utmost, they soon find that it
is getting beyond their strength; they feel as if frozen through and
through, and are rapidly getting numbed and exhausted with the continual
wash and beating over them of the heavy seas. There is no help for it,
and unwillingly they make a signal for the steamer, and are towed back
to Ramsgate, arriving between four and five in the morning.

The name of the vessel that was lost during that terrible night was
never known; the greedy Sands soon swallowed up every vestige of the
ship; her name may perhaps be found among the missing ships at Lloyds'.
Hope, doubtless, long lingered, may still linger, in many mournful
homes; still the story be told to wondering children, how their father
or their brother sailed on such a day from a foreign port, and has not
since been heard of; but no clue has ever yet been found as to which of
the many missing vessels it was that came to such sudden destruction in
that dread night on the Goodwin Sands.

Shall we linger another moment or two in thought over the poor fellows
thus lost in the fierce seas. We fancy that the bronzing of a tropical
sun was still ruddy upon their cheeks; a few weeks since they were ready
to rest 'neath the shadow of the sails, and lie about the deck at night;
and then speeding north they were met in the chops of the Channel by the
rough welcome of a strong adverse wind, against which they sought, day
and night, to beat their way, while the sails and cordage grew hard and
stiff with frozen rain and spray.

Favoured at last with a slant of wind, the vessel finds her way up
Channel; the crew already feel the hardship and dangers of their voyage
at an end, as they begin to count the hours until they shall be in dock;
night falls as they pass the South Foreland. The wind goes moaningly
back to the old direction; hour after hour it increases, a gale sweeps
along in dread force, the blinding snow bewilders the pilot, who can
now see no guiding light, and soon in the darkness of the night, the
force of the wind, and the swirl of the tide, the vessel is driven
through the raging surf on to the Sands.

The crew make a rush for the boats; useless; they would not live a
moment in such a boil of sea. The waves fly over the vessel, now lift
her, and then let her crash with the force of all her weight down upon
the Sands; now they beat with tremendous force against her, and shake
her each moment to her keel; the captain burns a blue light, the spray
washes it out, the men hasten to get a tar-barrel on deck, knock in the
top, fill it with combustibles, and light it; it flares up, and for a
time resists the rush of spray with which the air is full; the
light-vessel sees the signal, fires a gun and a rocket; the life-boat
starts upon her mission, but the waves close in upon the doomed ship in
fierce hungry strife, lifting and crashing her down time after time; the
decks are soon swept of everything that the force of water can tear from
them, the tar-barrel is washed out; the men can no longer remain on the
deck, but have to take refuge in the rigging, where they lash themselves
to the shrouds, and they wait on in darkness and despair; a tremendous
wave comes boiling along, it lifts the vessel, and almost rolls her
over; the strong masts snap like reeds; the ship fills and sinks in the
hole she has worked by her rolling and beating in the quicksand. Another
half-hour, perhaps, and the life-boat is there; too late! only the
tangled spars and cordage and broken pieces of wreck float near--tokens
of the death and destruction that have been wrought: and a fine ship has
been thus utterly and speedily destroyed--and all living things on board
being swiftly engulfed, have found their graves in the strife of that
deadly sea.



     "O, the most piteous cry of the poor souls!
     Sometimes to see 'em, and not to see 'em; now
     The ship boring the moon with her mainmast,
     And anon swallowed with yest and froth;
     How the poor souls roared, and the sea
     Mocked them."

     _Winter's Tale._

As soon as it is daylight the coxswain of the life-boat and others of
the boatmen feel very anxious; they fear that, when driven in by
exhaustion on the previous night, they may, after all, have left some
poor fellows clinging to a remnant of wreck; or perhaps have left a ship
on the Sands, lost in the darkness of the night, and unable to make any
signal of distress; the men cannot rest, and although the life-boat has
only been in a few hours, the coxswain of the boat and the mate of the
steamer go to the harbour-master, tell him their fears, and ask his
permission to put to sea again and to search round the Sands.

The permission is readily given--"Go by all means," and the men are
encouraged to make their search. Ten fresh hands join the coxswain and
the bowman of the life-boat; and soon after daylight they start on their
dangerous and merciful mission.

They are towed again by the steamer _Aid_, and make for the North Sands
Head light-vessel, keeping a good look-out for the faintest signal of
distress. The men discover nothing on the north side of the Sands, and
they determine to work their way to the back of the Sands, on the French
side, and there pursue their search.

Soon they see in the misty distance what seems to be a large vessel on
the south-east spit of the Sands; they tow with all speed in her
direction; they are proceeding along the edge of the Sand, just outside
the broken water.

The waves are rolling along in all their fury, and beat down upon the
Sands with tremendous force; the surf flying up in great sheets of foam,
and the roar of the breakers is like loud quivering thunder; the scene
is enough to make the stoutest heart quail; but, without one thought of
flinching from whatever lies before them, the men cling to the life-boat
as the seas break over them, and patiently bear all the cold and storm,
and wash of water, as they are towed on nearer and nearer to the wreck.

One of the men said afterwards, in answer to questions as to what his
feelings were as he watched the tremendous seas, and knew that shortly
he would be battling for his life in the midst of them, "Well, Sir, I
think that at all such times a man must naturally have his inward
feelings; soldiers say that they have theirs, and I am very sure that
we have ours; a man can't help knowing the danger, and thinking about
it, and feeling about it too; but we are not going to be made
cold-hearted about it, or we shouldn't be out there. We can't help
seeing that we've got hard work before us, and we determine by God's
help to do it, and we won't flinch. We hope to save others, and feel
that we shall do our best to do so, but at the same time we know that we
may lose our own lives in making the attempt. We think about this
sometimes as we are sitting in the boat, holding on against the wash of
the seas, but when we get to the wreck we forget all about ourselves,
and only think about saving the others."

The seas become still heavier and heavier as they get nearer to the
wreck and approach a more exposed part of the Sands; they now have to
encounter one great rush of water, which, urged by the hurricane of wind
and the strong tide, comes raging along in unbroken course through the
Straits of Dover.

At last they get within a short distance of the wreck, and find her to
be a large barque. She has settled down somewhat on the Sands, has
heeled over a good deal, and huge waves are foaming over her. The men
look at the awful rage of sea, hear the tremendous roar with which the
mountainous waves break upon the Sand, and say to each other, "We have
indeed our work cut out for us."

The boatmen can see no signs of any of the crew of the vessel being left
on board. They may have been swept from the wreck, or have been lost in
some vain effort to get to land in their own boat. The flag of distress
is still flying, and the steamer tows the boat nearer to the wreck; they
can now make out that the crew are crouching down under cover of the
deck-house; while the huge waves make a complete breach over the vessel,
and threaten every moment to wash the deck-house and the crew away.

The steamer tows the boat up to windward. The life-boatmen feel their
turn for the battle has come, and make every preparation; they get their
sails ready to hoist, make the cable up all clear for paying out; the
coxswain sees that they are now far enough to windward, the steamer's
tow-rope is cast off; the boat lifts on a huge wave as the strain of the
rope is taken off her, they hoist the sail, round she flies in answer to
her helm, and she makes in for the wreck; they mount on the top of huge
seas, go plunging down into the trough of the waves; the spray flies
over them as the gale catches the crests of the towering breakers, and
fills the air with clouds of flying foam; a minute more and they are in
broken water; the seas rush and leap and recoil, fly high and fall in
tangled volumes over the boat; she is tossed in all directions by the
wild broken waves, and as she fills again and again with water, becomes
almost unmanageable.

The men have to cling with all their strength to the thwarts, but still
the wind drives the boat on, and they get within about sixty yards of
the wreck; the anchor is thrown out, the cable payed out swiftly; the
sea is rushing with tremendous force over the ship; the boat sheers in
under her lee-quarter; the boatmen cheer to the poor half-dead sailors
who are crouching and clinging under shelter of the deck-house. All is
hope; "A minute or two more," they think, "and we shall have saved
them." A shout from the coxswain of the boat--"Hold on! hold on!" a
glance upwards, a huge mountain of a wave comes rolling swiftly on, its
crest curls over, breaks, falls upon the boat, the men and the boat are
carried down by the tremendous weight of water. Some of the men seem
almost crushed by the blow and pressure of the falling wave; they do not
know whether the boat is upset or not, so is she rolled about in the
whirl of the broken wave; they cling convulsively to her, she soon
floats, lifted by her air-tight compartments, and she frees herself. The
men breathe again; they find that the wave that buried them has taken
the boat in its irresistible flood, and dragging the anchor with it, has
carried it more than one hundred yards away from the ship.

The men lift themselves up, clear their faces from the water, shake it
from their clothes, and look at the vessel; they determine that, please
God, they will yet save the crew. They give a cheer to encourage and
give hope to the poor fellows, and without further thought of the dread
danger they have but just escaped, prepare for another attempt.

They hoist the sail quickly and get the boat's head round, and try and
sheer her into the ship; but all their efforts are in vain, wave after
wave breaks over them, the boat is tossed in all directions by the
broken seas--sometimes the coxswain feels as if he would be thrown
bodily forward on the men, as the waves lift the boat almost end on end.

Again and again are boat and men overrun bodily by the rush of the
waves, but the boat behaves splendidly, lifts buoyantly from under the
weight of water; her undaunted crew bear up bravely, and all are once
more ready for another struggle. They labour on, but without success;
they cannot make their way back to the ship: they get the oars out, the
waves and wind take them and send them leaping from the rowlocks, and
out of the men's hands; they must give it up for this time.

All their thoughts are for the poor shipwrecked crew, and the
bitter--bitter disappointment they must feel. Again they cheer to them,
and shout to them, to keep their hearts up--they will soon be at them
again; and they make the best of their way back to the steamer. They
have failed in their first attempt.

The steamer again tows them into position, and they make for the second
time boldly in for the wreck; the coxswain steers as near to the stern
as possible, avoiding the danger of being washed over it on to the deck
of the vessel, and thus crushed to pieces; they get nearer to the vessel
than they did before; the shipwrecked crew begin to stir themselves, the
boatmen are about to run the boat alongside, when again they are
overwhelmed in the rush of a fearful sea, buried in its deluge of broken
water, and the boat is again hurled away by the force of the waves, and
carried many fathoms from the vessel; the anchor holds, but the tide is
running more strongly than ever, and in the direction to carry them
right away from the wreck; and so it is hopeless for them to try to get
any nearer to her from where they are.

The tide has risen and is nearly at its height; the vessel has fallen
still more over upon her side; the lee side of the deck is completely
under water, the top of the deck-house is just above the sea; the crew
have been driven from their old place of shelter, they have lashed a
spar across the mizen shrouds, and are all clinging to it, while the
heavy waves beat continually over the poor fellows.

It is with terrible agony that the crew on board the wreck witness the
second failure of the life-boat: "She will never come again," the
captain says, in a voice of despair; "the men cannot do it, the very
life must have been washed and beaten out of them." Great is their
astonishment to find that no sooner does the life-boat clear herself of
the water that seems almost to drown her, no sooner do the men free
themselves from the rush of the foam, which has for a time overwhelmed
them, than they begin to cheer again, as if only rendered the more
determined by their second defeat; the more courageous by the
difficulties and dangers they had already endured; and the shipwrecked
crew, encouraged by the hoarse cheers of the exhausted half-drowned
boatmen, do not lose all hope.

The boat is again towed into position, and for the third time makes in
for the wreck.

This time they throw the anchor overboard farther from the vessel than
before, give longer scope to the cable, sail in well under the ship's
stern, and again steer as near as possible to the vessel's lee-quarter,
and lower the foresail.

They are within a dozen yards of the ship; the bowman heaves a rope with
all his force; it falls short of the men in the shrouds to whom he
throws it, and the boat sweeps on; they check her with the cable, and
bring her head to the ship abreast of her, but unhappily some distance

The captain of the shipwrecked vessel had despaired of the boat being
able to come in the third time; but when he saw her coming, he felt
fully convinced that it was their last opportunity of being saved, and
determined that if the boat were again swept from the wreck, that he
would jump into the sea and try and swim to her.

The boat comes and misses, and the crew of the boat see the captain
hastily throw off his sea-boots, seize a life-buoy, and prepare to
plunge into the sea: they shout to him not to do so, and to the crew to
hold him back. "The tide in its set off the Sands would sweep him away;
the seas would beat his life out of him: they will be back again soon,
and won't go home without them."

The steamer has followed the boat as closely as possible, running down
close to the edge of the Sands, just clear of the broken water. The
life-boat has swung out to the full length of her cable, and is in deep
water; the men upon being beaten away from the wreck for the third
time, look round for the steamer, and to their astonishment see her
making in straight towards them.

The men on board the steamer had watched with increasing anxiety and
dismay the defeat of the successive gallant attempts made by the
life-boat crew. They had grown more and more excited each time that the
life-boat had returned to them, and feel now prepared to run almost any
risk whatever to further help the life-boatmen in their brave but as yet
unsuccessful efforts to save the crew.

And so the steamer makes right in across the broken water, straight for
the life-boat; a rope is thrown from the steamer, and is made fast in
the life-boat; they now hope, with the steamer's help, to be able to
sheer the boat right in upon the wreck.

The boatmen have hold of their own cable, to which their anchor is fast;
they gradually draw in upon this cable, and the steamer tries to tow the
boat nearer and nearer to the vessel, and for the fourth time the
life-boat makes in 'mid the wild raging seas for the rescue of the crew.

The steamer ventures into the rage of the sea, and her position becomes
one of very great peril; she rolls in the trough of the tremendous waves
till her gunwales are right under water; the foam and spray dash
completely over her, and tons and tons of water deluge her deck. They
gradually approach the vessel; the life-boat sheers in; the seas and
tide and wind catch her in their full power, and whirl her away again.

A huge wave sweeps bodily over the steamer--she is in extreme danger;
the life-boatmen watch her in the greatest alarm, fearing each moment
that a wave will swamp her--but rolling, plunging, burying herself in
the foaming seas, the steamer bravely holds her own, until to remain
longer is certain death to all on board; and sorrowfully the crew of the
steamer abandon their most gallant attempt, and make out of the rage of
broken water.

The life-boatmen rejoice to see the steamer get clear of the deadly
peril, but they are scarcely in less peril themselves; they cut the
steamer's tow-rope, and then find that they must cut their own cable, to
avoid being dashed over the wreck; and away they go again driven on
before the gale. They look at each other, but only read courage and
determination in each other's countenances. Beaten off for the fourth
time, not one heart fails, not one speaks of giving up the attempt, not
one of the brave fellows has any such thought for an instant; their one
consideration is what next shall be attempted to save the poor fellows
from a speedy and terrible death, which indeed threatens them every
minute. Thus the only question is, what they shall try next? and weak
and exhausted, and almost frozen with cold, but determined, and full of
courage and zeal as ever, their one anxiety is for the poor shipwrecked
crew, whose peril increases each minute, and they prepare for a fifth
effort for their rescue, strong still in their old determination--"that
they will not go home without them."



     "'Tis done--despite the winds--the roll
       Of that storm-maddened fearful sea;
     Bravery hath snatched each shivering soul,
       O greedy death! from thee.
     Then the rough seamen's hands they wring,
       And some, o'erpowered by bursting feeling,
     Their arms around them wildly fling,
       While tears down many a cheek are stealing;
     They bless them for their noble deed,
     True saviours sent in hour of need."

     _N. Michell._

The ship's hull has now been for some time under water, and it is
evident that the wreck is breaking up fast. She has coals and iron on
board; this dead weight keeps her steady on the Sands, and prevents the
waves lifting her and crashing her down, or she would long since have
been torn and broken to fragments. As it is, the decks have burst, and
the lighter portions of her cargo are being rapidly washed out of her;
the sea in some places is black with coal-dust, and much wreckage,
pieces of her deck and forecastle are being swept away by the tide.

Each time that the men on board the steamer and life-boat look at the
vessel, count the crew still in the rigging, and find that not any are
missing, they think it indeed a wondrous mercy that all should still be
safe, and get each moment more impressed with feelings of deep sympathy
for the poor fellows, and with the greater eagerness to dare all to save

Daniel Reading, the brave, skilful, and long-tried master of the
steamer, is ill on shore, and so she is in charge of John Simpson, the
mate; he and William Wharrier, the engineer, consult as to the
possibility of making another effort with the steamer, for the tide is
setting off the Sands with such force that they do not see how it is
possible for the life-boat to get in to the wreck and save the crew, and
they find that all the men on board the steamer are perfectly prepared
to second them in any effort that they decide upon making.

They get the mortar-apparatus ready, and again urge the steamer through
the seas in the direction of the wreck; they hope to get near enough to
the vessel to fire a line from the mortar into the rigging, to which the
shipwrecked crew will attach a rope, and then hauling this rope on board
the steamer, they will take it to the life-boat's men, who will by it be
able to haul the boat through the seas to the wreck. Cautiously the
steamer approaches; the tide has been for some time rising fast; the
steamer does not draw much water; they are almost within firing
distance; the waves come rushing along and nearly overrun the steamer;
at last a breaker larger than the rest catches her, lifts her high upon
its crest, and letting her fall down into its trough as down the side of
a wall, she strikes the Sands heavily; the engines are instantly
reversed, she lifts with the next wave, and being a very quick and handy
boat, at once moves astern before she can thump again, and they are
saved from shipwreck; and thus the fifth effort to save the shipwrecked
crew fails.

No time is lost; at once the steamer heads for the life-boat, and makes
ready to tow her into position. Again not a word--scarcely a
thought--about past failures, only eagerness to commence without delay a
fresh attempt; the steamer is alongside the life-boat.

"Look out, my men, here is another rope for you." "All right!" the
boatmen answer as they catch the line, and haul the hawser into the

"All right! tow us well to windward, give us a good position, plenty of
room, we must have them this time. All fast! away you go, hurrah!" The
men watch the wreck as they are towed past her. "Oh! the poor fellows!
to think we have not got them yet. Well, we have had a hard struggle for
it, but, please God, we will save them yet--we will save them yet!"

"Ah! look how that wave buries them all; there they are again, let us
give them a cheer, it will help them to keep their hearts up." And as
the boat rose upon a sea, they shouted and waved to the shipwrecked

"There, another breaker has gone right over her; how she heaves and
works to it! Yes, and do you see how her masts are swinging about, and
in different directions? they are getting unstepped and loose; she is
breaking up fast, working all over--all of a quiver and tremble! Poor
fellows! poor fellows! we have not a moment to spare. It must soon be
all over, one way or the other!" Thus the men speak to each other; they
are in a glow of eagerness and excitement, and can scarcely restrain
themselves to get quietly to work. For as they watch the poor fellows,
and time after time see the waves wash over them in quick
succession--and as each wave passes, see them still clinging on--they
almost feel as if they could jump at them to try and save them, and in
their noble and gallant sympathy and determination lose all sense of
weakness, and cold, and exhaustion.

When describing their feelings, one of the men said, "We were thoroughly
warm at our work, and felt like lions, as if nothing could stop us."

It is in this spirit that they now consult together, as to the plan upon
which they shall make their next effort. First one scheme is suggested,
and then another, but these seem to give no better prospect of success
than those that have been already tried in vain.

At last one of the men proposes a plan which must indeed either prove
rescue to the shipwrecked or death to all.

"I tell you what, my men, if we are going to save those poor fellows,
there is only one way of doing it; it must be a case of save all, or
lose all, that is just it. We must go in upon the vessel straight, hit
her between the masts, and throw our anchor over right upon her decks."

"What a mad-brained trick!" says one.

"Why, the boat would be smashed to pieces."

"Likely enough; but there is one thing certain, is there not? and that
is that we are never going home to leave those poor fellows to perish,
and I do not believe that there is any other way of saving them, and so
we must just try it. And God help us, and them!"

Not a single word against it now!

What, charge in upon the vessel in that mad rage of sea! Victory, or
death, indeed!

Most of the men on board the life-boat are married men with
families--loved wives, and loved little ones dependent upon them.
Thoughts of this, tender heartfelt thoughts of home, come to them.

"Well, and so we have, and have not those poor perishing fellows also
got wives and little ones, and are they not thinking of their homes, and
loved ones, as much as we are thinking of ours; and shall we go home,
having turned back from even the greatest danger, without having tried
all it is possible to try; go home to our wives and little ones, and
leave them to perish thinking of theirs? No! please God, that shall
never be said of us."

Such thoughts as these pass through the minds of some of the boatmen.
And what think the poor nearly drowned crew of the unfortunate vessel.

There they are clinging to the loose and shaking rigging; a few feet
above the boil of the hungry and raging sea. They have seen effort after
effort made, and effort after effort fail; they have watched the men do
more than they ever dreamt it was possible for men to do; and they have
watched the life-boat live, and battle with seas with which they never
thought it possible a boat could for one moment contend; time after time
they have thought that the boatmen were drowned, as they saw the huge
curling waves break over the boat, swamp it, bury it in the weight of
their falling volume of water, and for some seconds hide all from view;
they have been watching the men persevere in attempt after attempt, when
they thought that from sheer exhaustion it would be impossible for them
to make another effort for their rescue.

With equal wonder and admiration they watched the noble efforts of the
steamer, marked how nearly she was wrecked, and when she failed, gave up
all as lost; deciding in their minds that in such a rush of broken sea,
strength of tide and gale of wind, that it is impossible for the boat to
reach them, or for them to be saved, and all but one give up all hope.
When the captain says in despair, "The life-boat can never make another
effort," this man answers, "I have sailed in English ships; I have often
heard about life-boat work, and I know that they never leave any one to
perish as long as they can see them, and they will not leave us."

"And look, here she comes again. O God help them! God help them!"

Yes, here she comes again; the steamer had hastened to tow her well
into position, well to windward of the wreck. "And here she comes

Once more the boat heads for the wreck--this time to do, or to die; each
man knows it, each man feels it. They are crossing the stern of the
vessel; "Look at that breaker--look at that breaker--hold on, hold on,
it will be all over with us if it catches us, we shall be thrown high
into the masts of the vessel, and shaken out into the sea in a moment!
Hold on all, hold on! Now it comes! No, thank God, it breaks ahead of
us, and we have escaped. Now, men, be ready, be ready!" Thus shouts the
coxswain. Every man is at his station, some with the ropes in hand ready
to lower the sails; others by the anchor prepared to throw it overboard
at the right moment; round, past the stern of the vessel the boat flies,
round in the blast of the gale and the swell of the sea; down helm,
round she comes; down foresail; the ship's lee gunwale is under water,
the boat shoots forward straight for the wreck, and hits the lee rail
with a shock that almost throws all the men from their posts, and then,
still forward, she literally leaps on board the wreck. Over! over with
the anchor; it falls on the vessel's deck; all the crew of the vessel
are in the mizen shrouds, but they cannot get to the boat, a fearful
rush of sea is chasing over the vessel, and between them and it. Again
and again the boat thumps on the wreck as on a rock, with a shock that
almost shakes the men from their hold.

The waves soon lift the boat off the deck, and carry her away from the
vessel. "Is even this attempt to be a failure? No, thank God! the
anchor holds; veer out the cable; steadily, my men, steadily; do not
disturb the anchor more than you can help; we shall have them now! we
shall have them, all will be well; ease her a bit, ease her, see how she
plunges, a little more cable; now for the grappling-iron; quick, throw
it over that line; there you have it;" and they haul on board a line
which had been made fast to a cork-fender, and thrown overboard from the
wreck early in the day, but which the boatmen had never before been able
to reach.

They get the boat straight, haul in slowly upon both ropes; cheer to the
crew: "Hurrah! mates, hurrah!" All is joy and excitement, but at the
same time steady attention to orders; now the boat is abreast the mizen
rigging, opposite to where the men are clinging. "Down helm, the boat
sheers in; haul in upon the ropes, men, handsomely, handsomely;" the
boat jumps forward, hits the ship heavily with her stern, crashes off a
large piece of her fore-foot. The men are for a moment thrown down with
the shock; two of the boatmen spring on to the raised bow gunwale, and
seize hold of the captain of the vessel, who seems nearly dead, drag him
in over the bows; two of the sailors jump on board; "Hold on all, hold

A fearful sea rolls over them, the boat is washed away from the vessel;
the anchor still holds; they sheer the boat in again; they make the
ropes fast, and lash the boat to the shrouds of the wreck, thus verily
nailing their colours to the mast. No! they will not be washed away
again until they have all the crew on board.

A sailor jumps from the rigging, the boat sinks in the trough of the
sea, the man falls between the boat and the wreck; a second more and the
boat will be on the top of him, crushing him against the rail of the
vessel, upon which the keel of the boat strikes and grinds cruelly; two
boatmen seize him, leaning right over the gunwale to do so, they are
almost dragged into the water; they are seized in turn by the men in the
boat, and all are with difficulty got on board.

Up the boat flies and crashes against the spar lashed to the rigging.
"Jump in, men, jump in all of you. Now! Now!" In they spring, and
tumble, falling upon the men, and all rolling over into the bottom of
the boat. All are now on board--all on board! "Hurrah! cut the lashings,
there, she falls away from the wreck; cut the cable, quick with the
hatchet; all gone! all gone! up foresail." The seas catch the boat and
bear her away from the wreck; away she goes with a bound, flying through
the broken water; the heavy wind fills the sail; they are fairly under
weigh, and with the precious freight for which they had fought so long
and so gallantly, safely on board. Thank God! thank God! all are saved
at last--_saved at last_.

Now the boat is through the broken seas away from the terrible Sands,
out in the deep water; the men have time to look at each other; and how
gladly, and yes, how fondly, they do so. Strangers though they be, yet
at that moment their hearts are warm to each other with more than a
brother's love--all is gladness and thankfulness; they shake hands, the
rescuers and the rescued, time after time.

The saved crew are ten in number. They are Danes, and the wreck the
Danish barque _Aurora Borealis_.

Some of the sailors can speak a little broken English, and in such terms
as they are able the poor fellows express the depth of their gratitude,
and their wonder at being saved.

The boat makes for the steamer, which is coming down rapidly to meet
her; the crew of the steamer greet the life-boatmen with cheers! Who can
describe the joy they all feel at the successful ending of their long
battle with terrible danger and threatened death! and great indeed is
their sympathy with the saved from death, for whom they and the boatmen
have so willingly, and to the very utmost, risked their own lives.

They lift the captain on board the steamer; he is thoroughly exhausted;
they carry him into the engine-room, and in the warmth there, do their
best to revive him, and he soon recovers. The Danish seamen will not
leave the boat; the life-boat crew tell the mate that his men would be
much more comfortable on board the steamer, that the seas will be
washing over the boat all the way in; but no, as so frequently happens
on such occasions, and as has been before noticed, the rescued men feel
so grateful to the life-boatmen, that they are not content to leave the
boat until they get to land. And the mate replies, "No! you saved us,
you saved us; we thought you never, never do it; you had plenty trouble;
we stop with you." And they would not desert their friends, their
brothers indeed, who had done so much to save them.

In Ramsgate the anxiety is very great.

The steamer and life-boat have been out many hours, nothing can be seen
of them in the mist that hangs over the Goodwin Sands.

"Can anything have happened?" is the question that is restlessly put
from one to another.

It might well be so, in the terrific sea that must have been raging on
the Goodwin in so fearful a storm.

At about half-past two, hundreds of people are collected on the pier;
for the news that the life-boat is out always spreads like wildfire
through the town; and if there is any cause for anxiety on her account,
the whole town soon shares the apprehension, and throngs of anxious men
crowd the pier and harbour. Now the men who are anxiously on the watch
make out something looming in the mist; and speedily the steamer and
life-boat are seen, their flags are flying, glad sign of successful
effort, of rescue effected; and great is the joy of all the lookers-on;
steamer and life-boat speed between the massive granite heads of the two
piers, and the crowd that looks down upon them as they come pitching and
rolling along, greet them with cheer after cheer.

The saved crew land, they are many of them very weak, and worn, and
exhausted; but all around is welcome, and sympathy, and active service.

They are taken to the Sailors' Home, where warm clothing, and beds, and
goodly fare are ready for them, and the poor fellows soon recover; some
of them before they attempt to take any rest insist upon writing to the
loved ones at home, to tell of their safety, and of their rescue from
apparently almost certain death.

Doubtless these letters contain simple expressions of gratitude to God,
and of deep love for the dear wife, of many many kisses for the sturdy
little boy, or the laughing girl, for the children whose bright eyes
seemed so often staring at them so wistfully out of the storm, and whom
they never thought to see again; and doubtless contain also expressions
of great admiration and thankfulness for the untiring courage of the
English life-boatmen; and their full belief in the expression of one of
their number who told them in the height of their danger, and in the
very depth of their despair, "to take courage, for the life-boatmen will
never leave us while they can see us."

The Board of Trade, in recognition of the gallant services of the men,
presented them with one pound each. The King of Denmark forwarded two
hundred rix-dollars to be divided among them.

The boatmen are all poor men, and these presents proved very acceptable;
but the joy with all was, and will be while life lasts, that God had in
His providence and mercy so crowned their perseverance with success, and
enabled them to save their drowning brother sailors. While all who heard
of the circumstances, declared that never by land or by sea was more
gallant service rendered than was accomplished by these brave boatmen,
who in the face of all danger, and of all hardship, determined to
persevere to the death--determined that while the shipwrecked crew still
remained alive, "They would not go home without them."



     "The rank is but the guinea-stamp;
     The man's the gold for a' that."


It may be that some of my readers who have followed the adventures of
our Storm Warriors through their varied struggles and heroic deeds, and
have felt sympathy more or less deep for the gallant life-savers, would
like to know a little of one or two of the leading men among those who,
during the last twenty years, or more, have done such good work in the
Ramsgate life-boat on the Goodwin Sands.

Gallant men who, time after time, have plunged their boat into the
thickest of the fray, and heedless of hardship, heedless of peril,
forgetful of self, intent only upon rescuing the distressed, have
laboured on through the dark stormy nights, 'mid the rush of the waves,
the howling winds, the fierce hurricane blasts, the spray, and sleet,
and snow--encountering all dangers, and persevering through all
difficulties, and repaid for all as they have brought home in the
morning's light the brother sailors, or the passengers, whom they have
been instrumental in saving from swift and terrible deaths.

Quiet, broad-chested, steadfast-eyed men, who, by all the scenes they
have witnessed, and by all the hardships they have suffered, and by all
the thoughts of the shipwrecked ones that they have brought safely home,
have it deeply written in upon their hearts: that (to use their own
simple and noble expression) _they have a call to save life_.

Well indeed would it be for the world if more of those to whom talents
are given, and to whom stewardships are intrusted, and who stand
watching the many who are in danger, overrun by the dark troubled waters
of social life--wrecked in poverty, in misery, in ignorance--wrecked for
want of true teaching, true guidance, true sympathy, true love--well
would it be if more of these stewards of God's loans might have the same
noble conviction written in upon their hearts: that they have _a call to
save life_! Then would more lives grow noble by noble work, and become
happy in the consciousness of the happy results, which God grants to the
efforts of all those who humbly seek to live and labour for the good of
others; grants to those who would sooner put to sea 'mid toil and peril,
'mid self-sacrifice and opposition, rather than let the life-boats God
has given for their use rot and canker upon the banks, while the cries
of the despairing and the lost plead in vain from the dark storms and
troubled waters at their feet.

Yes, surely; the humble boatmen of our coasts, our "Storm Warriors,"
afford a lesson by which many may well profit, in the noble
self-sacrificing way in which they realize their mission--_that they
have a call to save life_.

"Who shall be the first coxswain of our new _Northumberland_ Prize
Life-boat?" was the question asked by the Ramsgate Harbour Trustees some
two and twenty years ago; and it was an important and anxious question;
for the good boat required skilful handling to do efficient service, and
if she failed in what was required and expected of her, the life-boat
cause would receive a serious check.

"No man better than James Hogben for the first coxswain; no man among
them all holds a higher character for cool courage, and skill, and
experience;" such was the answer. Hogben had been to sea since he was a
lad; for some years he was sailing in a small vessel that traded between
London and Ostend; then he sailed a little bit of a boat, of about
fifteen tons, between Ramsgate and Dunkirk and Boulogne, winter and
summer. Ask him about it now, and the dangers he used to run; and he
shakes his head, and with a quiet smile tells you that, "He met with a
good many very _whole_ breezes, very!" in that little craft of his.

After that, he had nearly twenty years of hovelling; cruising about the
Goodwin Sands in open luggers in the stormiest winter weather, till he
almost knew the Sands by heart; and so James Hogben was appointed first
coxswain of the Ramsgate life-boat.

Each time that he and his crew went out in her they gained fresh
confidence in her powers; and noble work the good boat did under his
command; indeed from the time the _Northumberland_ life-boat began her
career at Ramsgate to the time she was broken up, from December 1851 to
July 1865, no fewer than two hundred and sixty-one lives were saved by
her and the gallant Storm Warriors who sailed her, from vessels that
were utterly lost; and nineteen vessels, with their crews, were
extricated from the Goodwin Sands and brought safely into harbour.

For nine years Hogben was coxswain of the life-boat, and then came that
dread New Year's Eve, when doubts were thrown upon the telegram that
came from Deal; and there was delay; and the life-boat got out to the
south of the Goodwin Sands only in time for her crew to see the
_Gottenburg_ overwhelmed by the waves, and to hear the last cries of the
drowning men.

Hogben had been out in the life-boat once before that day, and was
exhausted and unwell; and he had a nasty fall in the boat, and hurt his
knee badly, and soon fell seriously ill; his nerves were, for a time,
utterly shattered, and he who had been remarkable for his dauntless
courage became too nervous to walk even down the pier for fear of
falling over.

And although, after a while, he so far recovered as to be able to be
employed as a boatman in the harbour, and as a watchman on the pier, yet
he was never able to go to sea again; his iron constitution broken down
by some thirty years of Storm Warrior life, during the last nine years
of which he had been coxswain of the famous Ramsgate life-boat.

Isaac Jarman was appointed coxswain in Hogben's room.

Who among Ramsgate boatmen has been better known in his time than Isaac
Jarman--or Mr. Jarman, as I suppose I ought to call him now? for is he
not master of a thriving public-house, which he will take good care to
keep respectable? and it will not be his fault if any of his customers
wreck themselves by taking too much drink.

But a yarn on Ramsgate pier with the life-boat coxswain, Jarman, was for
some years quite an institution with many a visitor to Ramsgate, as well
as with many an inhabitant.

When I have known Jarman (it does not seem quite natural _Mistering_ my
old boatman friend) to be out in the life-boat, enduring all the rage of
the storm, and I have imagined the wild scenes 'mid the strife of waters
through which he has been passing, another picture, one in very vivid
contrast, has often presented itself to my mind.

I have remembered the scene I saw one evening when I called upon him,
and found him with his family at tea.

"Come in, sir, come in; you won't disturb us: glad to see you."

His wife and, I think, five little daughters were there, and the baby
boy, the only son, was taken out of the cradle to be shown to me.

And as Jarman dandled the little fellow in his strong arms he said,
"Bless the boy! Bless the boy! he will make a life-boat coxswain some
day, that he will;" and I felt that all the thoughts of the danger of
the work was lost in the joy of saving life; I glanced at the mother,
half expecting some expression of dissent; no, her smile showed that she
was proud of her husband, and that all her sympathies were with him in
his noble work, and that she was quite content that her only boy should
in his day follow in his father's steps and be, like him, one of the
gallant band of life-savers who guard our coasts.

And I have often felt, that however much such pictures of happy
home-circles dwelt in the heart of Jarman, and of his comrades, as they
have struggled out through the dark storms, and rushed into conflict
with the wild seas, yet that they have never caused them to turn back
from any danger, or to lessen one single effort in their warfare to save

Isaac Jarman was turned out into the North Sea almost from his cradle.

His father, a boatman, got severely hurt on board a hovelling-lugger, so
much so, that he was never fit for work again; as a matter of course,
the family became very poor.

Many hungry children to feed, and the arms once so strong now powerless
to labour for them, no wonder that the cupboard was often empty, and the
growing lads forced to do something for themselves as soon as they were

And so Isaac Jarman, when a boy of twelve years old, was sent away to
sea on board a small fishing-smack called the _Pledge_; she was only
twenty-five tons, but used to sail long distances away to fish in the
North Sea, in all weathers, summer and winter.

The poor lad had all the clothing his parents could supply him with, but
that was little more than he stood up in; no waterproof overalls, no
sea-boots, the almost child had to rough it hardly enough; in bad
weather wet through day and night, with no bed to lie upon, and no
change of dry clothes; he used to throw himself down on the floor of the
small cabin, and lie coiled up before the little fire that glimmered in
the stove; the spray oftentimes washing down the hatchway and surging up
against his back, so that he had to be content with being dry one side
at a time; but strangely enough it agreed with him; as that rough life,
with all its strong sea-breezes, and its abundance of good fish diet,
does agree with many a little urchin, who, for sturdiness, is not to be
surpassed by any luxury-lapped little fellow in the land.

After Jarman had finished his apprenticeship in the fishing-smack, he
was for some years in a collier, during which time he was twice wrecked.
And after that for seven or eight years he worked as a Ramsgate boatman,
always on the look-out in rough weather, day and night, with but short
intervals for sleep, for a signal of distress from the Goodwin Sands,
and a call for the life-boat; and so all his training well fitted him
for the post of life-boat coxswain; and when the vacancy was made by
Hogben's illness, Jarman was well chosen to fill the post. For ten
years he continued coxswain of the life-boat, going out in her no fewer
than one hundred and thirty-two times, and helping to save between three
and four hundred lives.

You may see many a medal that has been well won--and that is worthily
worn--by veteran soldier or sailor, but you will find few that have been
better won, or that are more worthily worn, than are the four medals and
a clasp that our Storm Warrior Jarman has to show as records of his
brave and self-sacrificing services; or the three medals that Hogben can
display on high days and holidays; or those given to Reading, the brave
master of the steam-tug _Aid_, and those worn by many another gallant
boatman or sailor, who, at Ramsgate, or at other stations round the
coast, have done true warrior service in saving life from shipwreck.

After holding his post of coxswain for ten years, Jarman found the
exposure too much for him: he was out nine times in one fortnight, five
times in one week; he was seized with a very severe attack of
bronchitis, from which he never thoroughly recovered, and had shortly to
give up going to sea, and resign his position of coxswain.

He had three brothers and a nephew brought up as sailors, all of whom
have been drowned; well do I remember the night when his last brother
was drowned.

It had been blowing a heavy gale for three days and nights, with
continual snowstorms; the vessels at sea were in terrible peril: they
had no help for it but to drive blindly before the gale, unable to see
any of the lights or buoys which mark the sands and shoals. I had heard
that a Ramsgate collier was known to have sailed from the North some
days since, and could not be far off; and it was with a sad heart and
deep anxiety that I lingered on the pier that afternoon watching the
storm. I saw the boatmen all ready on the look-out for any signal, but I
felt, as they felt, that there could be but little hope of any vessels
being able to run the gauntlet of the many sandbanks in that dark storm,
or of being able to make any signals heard, or seen, if they got into

It was with a deep feeling of dread and apprehension that I left Jarman
and his fellow-boatmen to their dreary and almost hopeless watch; and
they watched on through the long dark hours of the night, ready at any
moment to man the life-boat; but they could discover no signal--the roar
of the storm was too great, the fall of snow too continuous. And yet
during those sad hours while the boatmen crouched, sheltering themselves
as well as they could--watching, and listening, and waiting, but in
vain--the terrible tragedy was worked out; at daylight they saw a wreck
in Pegwell Bay. Man the life-boat! No, too late, she is bottom up, her
masts are gone; she must have been wrecked on the Brake Sand, and been
rolled over and over by the tremendous sweep of the sea, and the tide.
Yes, it is the Ramsgate collier that was expected, and that Jarman's
brother commanded; and he and all his crew have miserably
perished--perished within sight of home, and within half a mile or so of
the life-boat men who were so eagerly watching and waiting for a call to
their rescue, and to whom they could not make their danger known.

And to this day you may see the sad record of the disaster in the
remains of the hull of the wreck, washed high up on the shore in Pegwell
Bay, and there half buried in the sand.

A great grief to Jarman this sad loss of his brother; and the poor man
left a widow and a large family of children; and when fine weather came,
in the early summer, many a friend who had had pleasant chats with the
life-boat coxswain on Ramsgate pier, was surprised to find him
diligently cruising in and out of offices in London; he was canvassing
for votes for the Merchant Seamen's Orphan Asylum, and he laboured on
until he succeeded in getting two of his late brother's children into
that famous institution.

Charles Fish was appointed to succeed Jarman as coxswain, and the
life-boat under his guidance continues to do good service; many times
has he been out in her, and many times has he, through much hardship and
danger, brought saved lives home. And may God in His mercy continue to
shield and bless him and the brave men who sail with him, and aid them
in their gallant efforts to pluck the shipwrecked and the drowning from
all the mighty strife of waters, that battles with such deadly fury when
the storms rage round the fatal Goodwin Sands.

I cannot refrain from bearing my tribute of admiration to worthy Daniel
Reading, a brave, skilful, modest sailor, the master of the steam-tug
_Aid_; many and many a time has he rendered service, which for daring
and skill could not be well surpassed, threading in and out of the
Goodwin Sands 'mid terrible storms while seeking for the position of
wrecked vessels, or making short cuts to tow the life-boat into
position, that no time should be lost in her efforts to save the
drowning crews.

Yes! Reading, and James Simpson, the mate of the _Aid_, and William
Wharrier, the engineer, who have been together more than twenty years,
and have been out on almost every occasion that the life-boat has been
called for, have all three of them done noble and gallant service time
after time, and are indeed well worthy to be ranked among the Storm
Warriors who have nobly fought in the great and good cause of saving

And many another gallant fellow might I mention, whose name stands
worthily on the Ramsgate life-boat roll-call; famous specimens of what a
British sailor should be--full of daring and determination, and skill,
and hardihood; men who are ready to encounter all danger, and to endure
any amount of hardship, in answer to the holy call: to go forth and seek
to save the shipwrecked and the perishing.



     "The quality of mercy is not strain'd;
     It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
     Upon the place beneath: it is twice bless'd;
     It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes:
     'Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes
     The throned monarch better than his crown;..."

Whatever interest my readers may have felt in the narrative of gallant
deeds wrought at one life-boat station on the coast, must be intensified
at the thought of the noble work that is going on all round our sea-girt
land--that, at almost all dangerous places where vessels are likely to
be in distress, or lives in peril, there are life-boats ready to be
manned, and brave fellows ever anxious promptly to launch forth 'mid the
wind and sea, and battle their way to the rescue of the perishing. Yes,
thank God, the gallant old Anglo-Saxon blood is still to the fore; the
spirit of our ancestors has not died out, and we may well believe, from
abundant evidence continually arising from very diversified fields, that
it has not even in the least degenerated; for at all times can men be
found ready to go forth either by sea or land, to dare all that men
should dare, and to do all that men can do, when duty calls them to
labours of self-sacrifice, endurance, and courage.

And to the old bravery is now added modern science and organization, and
the British coasts are guarded by a volunteer navy, equipped and
marshalled by the Royal National Life-boat Institution.

Two hundred and thirty-three life-boats form, at present, the great
storm fleet of the Institution; the boats are stationed at the most
dangerous places on the coast, and are kept always ready for service.

Those who are living inland may often notice how fast the high clouds
are flying overhead, and may listen to the soughing of the rising wind
among the branches of the trees; but no dread conflict is pictured by
the swift onsweep of the clouds, and the murmur of the wind, fitful and
angry though it at times is, scarcely seems to suggest scenes of
terrible peril, and of warfare unto life or death; but watch the
direction in which the clouds are flying; consider on what part of our
coast it is that this fierce gale strikes; imagine the heavy sea that
rolls in there, the foaming breakers, the air thick with spray, the
sound of the deep-voiced waves as they thunder down upon the rocks over
which they break; yes! and fancy that you can make out through the low
flying mist that several vessels are in the distance trying to beat
their way against the growing gale, and off the dangerous lee-shore, and
then rejoice as you feel fully assured, if any of those struggling
vessels are overwhelmed by the storm, that it shall not be without a
gallant effort for their safety that the poor fellows who form their
crews shall be left to perish, for you are convinced that there are, if
a life-boat station is near, storm warriors keenly watching the scene,
and that they are ready at any moment to launch the life-boat and do
battle with the storm and seas for the lives of their brother-sailors.
Yes! and it is one of old England's many glories that it should be so.

"It is the soul that makes us rich or poor;" the old philosopher tells
us, and we feel that it is as true of a nation as of an individual. And
we count a nation rich with a true glory, that can point to many good
works organized and carried out for great and good ends by the loving
heartedness, generosity, unselfishness, and courage of its people. And
among such works is life-boat work; there are the rich in soul who have
the means and the open hand, and there are the many who are rich in soul
and have the courageous and strong hand; and the hand generous with its
wealth, clasps the hand generous with its labour and readiness for
peril, and together they work out those noble results in which we all
rejoice, and which the records of the Life-boat Institution so fully

And we should be less proud of our country if it were not so; indeed we
are almost inclined to think it a matter of necessity that in our island
home, where the history of our country is so interwoven with the
triumphs of our sailors, either in contests with our enemies, in pursuit
of discovery, or in the development of commerce, that our sympathies
with our sailors should indeed be deep and practical, and that while we
rejoice in the safety and the comfort afforded by their labours, that we
shall ever be prepared to help them in the hour of their distress; and
that there can be therefore little room for wonder that those who
realize the enormous traffic that is carried on around our shores, the
dangerous nature of our coasts, and the constant casualties that are
occurring, should earnestly desire the welfare of the life-boat cause,
and be ready to labour for its development.

The history of the life-boat movement, and of the foundation and gradual
development of the Life-boat Institution, are given in the earlier pages
of this book. The present condition of the Society tells abundantly of
the success it has enjoyed, and of the sympathy it has gained, until now
it is able almost to girdle our land with life-boat stations.

Every year there is published by the Board of Trade, a register of the
number of wrecks that have taken place in the British Isles during the
previous year; the Life-boat Institution publishes a wreck-chart
compiled from these returns; each wreck is denoted by a black dot which
marks on the map the place at which the wreck occurred; and a truly
dismal appearance the map has. See how plentifully these black dots are
sprinkled round the coast-line, here one, and there two, at other places
half-a-dozen side by side, or growing in number to ten or twelve, and
then increasing still more rapidly at the more exposed parts of the
coast, or where dangerous sands are more directly in the highway of
vessels, so that in such places there may be found twenty, thirty, or
forty such marks, and at some localities even more than these, as at the
Sands off Yarmouth, the Goodwin Sands, the Bristol Channel, and others,
where line after line is required to find room for the number of wrecks
to be thus recorded. For the past year no fewer than 1958 such marks are
necessary to complete the dismal list, for such was the number of the
wrecks that took place, within that time, in the seas that surround the
British Isles. The months of November and December were especially
fatal, heavy gales, thick weather, shifting winds, worked terrible havoc
among the shipping; the coasts were strewn with wrecks; and the
wreck-chart grew proportionally darker in its outline; and is it not a
terrible picture that it presents, as we recognise that almost every
mark speaks of a dismal scene of destruction and of peril, of ships with
wild seas breaking ruthlessly over them, and of men clinging on, being,
perhaps, beaten slowly to death by the constant rush of the heavy waves,
until, unless rescued, the shattered wreck breaks up beneath their feet,
and they are at once launched into eternity?

But let us look again at the chart, and we find red marks on the coast
lines opposite to the black dots which stud the sea; and wherever the
sea is more dark with the signs of wrecks, there do we find the coast
line opposite to such places pencilled the more abundantly with the thin
red lines which mark the life-boat stations; and thank God that the red
marks on this wreck-chart do now so often confront the black! for if the
black colour speaks of death, the red colour speaks of life; if the one
tells of terrible danger the other tells of gallant rescue; if the one
pictures sailors clinging to a few spars, expecting death at every
moment; the other pictures the Storm Warriors ready at their various
stations to man the life-boat, and launch forth to wrestle nobly with
the cruel seas, to snatch from them their intended prey.

And moreover, if the one set of signs tells us of the dangers incurred
by the tens of thousands of sailors who are helping to minister to the
necessities, and comfort, and luxury of the population of England, the
other tells of men and women with warm hearts and generous hands, who
let their sympathies go out towards their sailor brethren, and plant our
storm-ridden shores with life-boats that shall be for the rescue of
those in peril; and who are glad also to encourage and reward the brave
men who so often risk their own lives in their efforts to save the lives
of others.

And so famously has its work gone on, that the Life-boat Society can now
report that the number of lives saved, either by the life-boats of the
Institution, or by especial exertions for which the Society has granted
rewards, presents the grand total of more than 22,000; and we are told
that for these services the Society has granted 91 gold medals, 842
silver medals, and more than £40,000 in money, so that now we may well
say, that the Institution has truly become one of national importance,
as it has ever been one of national necessity.

Well indeed was it that Lionel Luken nearly a century ago, "In the
morning sowed the seed, and in the evening withheld not his hand;" for
although it was not given him to see the results of his labours, yet he
commenced a work which has grown into its present noble proportions;
while in contrast to all the apathy he met with, we can now point to a
wide-spread and positive affection that the people of England feel for
the life-boat cause; and in evidence of the hold that the work of the
Society has now obtained upon the public mind we can point to its
meetings, when its friends assembled have been found to rank among all
classes of society, when those who are among the chief of the Royal
personages of the land have been present, and have been surrounded by
some of the first representatives of our aristocracy, of our army, of
our navy, and of our commerce. Among the most memorable of such meetings
was one held in the Mansion House in the year 1867, when the Prince of
Wales occupied the chair--and the testimony he gave in favour of the
Society found an echo, I am sure, in the hearts of all present. It was
to the following effect: "My Lord Mayor, my lords, ladies and gentlemen.
It affords me great pleasure to occupy the chair upon so interesting an
occasion as the present. Among the many benevolent and charitable
institutions of this country there are, I think, few which more demand
our sympathy and support, and in which we can feel more interest, than
the National Life-boat Institution. An institution of this kind is an
absolute necessity in a great maritime country like ours. It is wholly
different in one respect to many other institutions, because, although
lives are to be saved, they can in those cases, in which this society
operates, only be saved at the risk of the loss of other lives. I am
happy to be able to congratulate the Institution upon its high state of
efficiency at the present moment, and on the fact that by its means
nearly 1000 lives have been saved during the past year.

"I am happy also to be able to say, that life-boats exist not only upon
our coasts, but that our example in this matter has been emulated by
many foreign maritime countries, some of which have chosen to model
their Institutions upon our own.... Half a century ago this Institution
originated in this city. In 1852, the late Duke of Northumberland became
its president. My lamented father was also the vice-president, and took
the warmest interest in its prosperity. I am happy to say that the
respected secretary, Mr. Lewis, occupied that position in 1850. He has
held it ever since, and much of the success of the Institution is owing
to his long experience; and the energetic manner in which he has
directed its working has raised the Institution to its present high
state of efficiency.

"Before concluding my brief remarks, I call upon you once more to offer
your support to so excellent an Institution. I congratulate you that it
has arrived at so excellent a state, and I feel sure that you would be
the last to wish it to decay for the want of support to its funds."

Thus spake His Royal Highness, in 1867, and since then the Institution
has developed more and mere, completing its organization, perfecting its
system, and yearly in its noble results increasing its hold upon the
affections of the country.

And now, as I write the concluding lines of my book, the reality of the
work related is deeply impressed upon my mind, for this morning my two
little boys came running downstairs making the house ring with their
cries of "The life-boat! the life-boat!" they had seen it from their
nursery window. Yes, there she was, being towed by the steamer, the
rough seas lashing over her; her flag was flying in triumph. I could see
through my glass that there were about a dozen saved men on board the
steamer; and as I have since learned, seldom have men more narrowly
escaped than did those poor fellows, and seldom have men been saved by a
greater exhibition of courage and perseverance than was displayed by our
life-boat men while effecting their rescue.

The _Scot_, a barque of 345 tons, bound from Sunderland to Algiers with
a cargo of coals, after experiencing much stormy and thick weather, ran
on the Kentish Knock Sand at five o'clock in the morning; the seas
immediately began to break over her; the carpenter sounded the well and
found two feet and a half of water in her hold, but as the waves lifted
her, and plunged her down upon the Sands, she filled at once with water.
The captain sent the steward into the cabin for the ship's papers; he
found the water up to the cabin floor; he seized the box in which the
papers were, and ran up on deck; a wave rushed over the vessel and swept
him along the deck; he caught hold of a rope with one hand, but one of
the sailors, overwhelmed by the same wave, threw his legs around his
neck and nearly tore him from his hold; the wave passed and the two men
were enabled to spring into the rigging: all hands had to take refuge
there, for within five minutes of the vessel's striking she began to
break up; the boats were washed away, the deck-house was torn to
fragments and carried away piecemeal; the deck began to twist, and
buckle, and open, and then was speedily ripped up by the force of the
seas, and torn away plank after plank. The vessel broke her back and
heeled over on the starboard side, and settled down upon the Sands; the
men could not make any signal of distress, and if they could have done
so, they were miles away from any life-boat, and at any moment the masts
might give and they be plunged into the boiling sea. If the weather
moderated some passing vessel might see them and be able to send a boat
in to their rescue, but not while the gale lasted. The day grew on; many
vessels passed the Sands, but not near enough to be able to make out the
men in the rigging of the masts, which were only just above water; the
weather grew worse and worse, the day was wearing away, and the night
coming on; it was all very, very hopeless.

At last a brig passed nearer to them than any other vessels had come;
the mate said, "If they are looking at the wreck with a good glass, they
may, perhaps, see us," and he stood up and waved to them. At that
moment, most providentially, the pilot on board the vessel looked at the
wreck through a glass, and saw the mate waving his south-wester cap.
The brig soon after spoke a smack that was making in for the land, and
the smack proceeded to Broadstairs and reported a wreck on the Kentish
Knock, with the crew in the rigging, and that a life-boat was wanted for
their rescue, for that no ordinary boat could live through the sea that
was running over the Sands. At Broadstairs they felt that their own boat
could never get there in time without the assistance of a steamer, and
they telegraphed to Ramsgate. It was about six o'clock in the evening,
the steamer _Aid_, with Reading in command, and the life-boat
_Bradford_, with Fish as coxswain, and R. Goldsmith as second coxswain,
at once made their way out into the gale and tremendous sea to the
rescue of the shipwrecked crew.

In the meantime the poor fellows on board the wreck waited on almost in
despair, the ship each moment yielding to the force of the storm till
the whole deck was washed away, and the masts were working more and more
loose; happily she had wire rigging, which stood the heavy swaying and
lurching of the masts better than the ordinary rope rigging would have

It was piteous in talking to the men to hear them describe the condition
of utter despair that they were in, and how little ground they could
find for any hope whatever; piteous to hear the captain say, "There were
just two planks of the deck left floating entangled in a rope, and I
kept watching them, thinking that if the mast went I would try and swim
to them, and float on them for the chance of being picked up by some
vessel;" to hear the mate answer, "But I was just watching them too,
with the same idea;" and the carpenter adds, "That was just the plan I
had in my mind."

And thus the ten men clung to the rigging and to each other, standing on
the small crosstrees of one tottering mast, hour after hour. The day
passed, still no signs of rescue; it became quite dark; it seemed
impossible that they could ever see another day's dawn.

They might perish at any moment! at any moment! and all ten of them.
This was the conviction of each one. They told me how endless the dark
hours of that terrible night seemed; and one man said, "That the thought
that seemed ever present with him, was the bitter way that his little
boy sobbed and cried when he bid him good-bye, and how he would cry
again when he heard that 'Dadda was gone.'" At last there was a streak
of dawn, but the mast had fallen over almost to a level with the water
and seemed still yielding rapidly; they might see the sunrise again, but
that was all; when one of the sailors cried out, "A steamer!" "What good
can that be to us?" and they watch her without interest, for there seems
little chance of her coming in their direction. "Ah! she is running down
the edge of the Sands, and comes nearer, and nearer!"--"Well she can't
help us if she does; no boat can come across the Sands to us in this
surf--No! no." Shortly, a man cries, "She has a large boat in
tow;"--"What! perhaps a life-boat! it may be that some passing vessel
made us out yesterday and has sent a life-boat;" Oh, what a thought of
hope, of joy, of life! "Can it be so? it is--it is! thank God it is--it
is! Look, she has left the steamer and is coming in through the breakers
straight towards us!"

It is something to remember, the way in which one man said to me, as if
almost unnerved by the remembrance, "Oh, what a beauty she looked! what
a beauty she looked coming over those seas!"

The steamer and life-boat had got out to the Sands after battling with
the storm for a distance of twenty-six miles. At about 11 o'clock the
night before, they spoke the Lightship on the Kentish Knock, and learnt
the bearings of the wreck; but they found that it was impossible to
discover her in the darkness of the night and storm, so after several
vain efforts they lay to until the morning. As soon as it was light they
went in search of the wreck, and the life-boat made in across the Sands,
and it was then truly a great matter of heartfelt congratulation to the
life-boat men that all their labour and perseverance had not been in
vain; for to their great joy they could see the crew in the rigging.
They anchored the boat as near to the wreck as they could venture, and
then let the cable veer out until the boat was under the vessel's
jib-boom. It was low-tide--the seas were not breaking over the wreck so
violently as they had been; and the men were able to work their way out
on to the bowsprit, and drop into the boat, and thus the ten men were
saved, after being twenty-six hours holding on in the maintop of the

The flood-tide was just making; all felt, that as soon as it rose and
the wreck began to heave and work again, the mast would speedily go, and
they realized to the full that they had only been saved just in time.

The life-boat returned to the steamer as speedily as possible, and put
the rescued men on board her. The shipwrecked men had not tasted
anything for nearly thirty-six hours, as it was before breakfast time
that they had run ashore, and they had been in the rigging for
twenty-six hours. The life-boat got back to the harbour at 11 o'clock in
the morning; the life-boat men had been in the open boat exposed to all
the fury of the storm for nearly seventeen hours, and their exhaustion
was very great. The kindness of some friends provided the weary and
famished men with a good dinner at the house of their old comrade and
friend, Jarman, and soon after a telegram came from Mr. Lewis, of the
Life-boat Institution, to whom tidings of the rescue had been
telegraphed, that the life-boatmen were to have a sovereign each, and a
good dinner; but by that time they were all resting at home after their
long hours of fatigue. Other friends made recognition by subscription of
their noble services; and comfort was thus carried into the homes of our
Storm Warriors after their gallant and triumphant efforts in saving

The shipwrecked men were cared for in our Sailors' Home, and speedily
recovered their fatigues. The captain told me he did not think they
would have been alive one hour longer, if the life-boat had not come
just when she did; and speaking of the life-boat, said with deep
feeling, "Oh! she is a noble boat, and nobly manned; there could not be
a kinder set of men!" And with these words of the brave and grateful
sailor so recently and unexpectedly saved with all his crew, from that
which seemed most certain death, I feel inclined to finish my book. But
I will add one wish, namely, that we had a better Sailors' Home in which
to receive the poor fellows who are brought ashore; 156 wrecked men were
received into the Home at Ramsgate last year, 40 in one day; and a
little house of £25, or so, rent, and its one sitting-room for the use
of the men, only about sixteen feet by fourteen, and eighteen beds
crowded together in small rooms is, of course, quite inadequate to
afford the accommodation that we would wish to provide for the poor
fellows brought in half dead with cold, with exhaustion, and with
hunger, plucked by the Storm Warriors from the very jaws of death 'mid
the rage of waters on the Goodwin Sands.

God speed the life-boat! God guard the Storm Warriors!




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