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Our deck-load of coal, about fifty tons, must go, and 

 over it went to the bottom. We had entered a race 

 against a rising wind and sea which would tear the bot- 

 tom out of the Diana in a few hours. She must be re- 

 lieved of the weight which, on the ebb tide, might mean 

 a broken back. As Doctor Hunt and I started for the 

 shore just at break of day with the first load of dog-bis- 

 cuit, I realized how pitifully feeble were our efforts, and 

 how infinitesimally small the weight we had removed 

 in comparison with the tons and tons which must be 

 landed on the beach. More boats and more men were 

 the great needs. "Rush" was the watchword. The 

 slightest increase in sw^ell and all was lost. 



The services of Frederick Paterson and Judge Carroll 

 Sprigg, who were going north with us for the summer, 

 and that of their power-boat were invaluable. They 

 volunteered to work hard and long — and to the limit. 

 My nephew, Dr. Neil A. Fogg, I despatched to Red 

 Bay with telegrams to the American Museum, to Job 

 Brothers, of St. John's, owners of the ship, and to 

 Battle Harbor. I was hoping to get in touch with one 

 of the government steamers which ply up and down the 

 coast diu'ing the summer months with mail and pas- 

 sengers. 



Three fishing-schooners appeared in the distance, 

 bound north. Realizing the importance of these vessels 

 as lighters, we signaled for help and soon had them 

 alongside, our hatches off, and boxes going over the 

 rail in a steady stream. With one of my men on each 

 of the three schooners, I directed them to proceed to 

 Red Bay, where the cargo was to be landed on the dock 

 to await our arrival. When our power-boat reached 

 Red Bay, news of the wreck spread through all the little 



