A MAN OVERBOARD. 147 



It was now, says the story, within half an 

 hour of sunset, and there was every appearance 

 of the coming on of an " ugly night ;" indeed, 

 the wind began to freshen every moment, and 

 an "awkward bubble" of a sea soon to make. 

 I remained aloft until I saw the sun dip, angry 

 and red, below the troubled horizon, and was 

 just about to descend, when I was dreadfully 

 shocked at hearing the loud cry of "a man 

 overboard ! " from all upon deck. I looked 

 astern, and saw with horror one of our men, by 

 the name of Berry, grappling with the waves, 

 and calling loudly for help. 



The ship was soon brought round, but, in 

 doing so, she unavoidably passed a long way 

 from the poor fellow, who still supported him- 

 self by beating the water with his hands, al- 

 though he was quite unacquainted with the 

 proper art of swimming. Several oars were 

 thrown overboard the moment after he fell, but 

 he could not reach them, though they u 

 near to him ; and directly the ship brought up, 

 a Sandwich Islander, who formed one of the 

 crew, K'aprd overboard, and swam toward him. 



