168 CAPTAIN ZACHARY G. LAMSON 



him mine and placed him up from the surf 

 and left him on the snow helpless. In half 

 an hour more, Peter Woodbury, who was 

 by my side, began to change his color from 

 white to purple and finally fell and could go 

 no farther. He retained his senses when I 

 left him behind. John Porter, 1 who was 

 with me as well as Cato Gowing, continued 

 walking till we obtained the vessel, having 

 fell down with the intention of giving up as 

 we could. On our arrival at the vessel, we 

 found her keeling over on shore and the 

 tide had left her, so we could get to her side, 

 but we were so exhausted, we could only 

 place ourselves against the gunwale and 

 tumble and crawl on our hands and knees 

 to the cabin, as our clothes on us were frozen 

 and our strength gone. Porter and myself 

 entered one bed and fell asleep, and God 

 only knows whether we should ever have 

 awakened in this world, had not the gale 



1 John Porter lived near what is now the Gloucester 

 crossing in Beverly. He was twenty-one years old at the 

 time of the wreck. 



