130 TJic Home of tJic Wolverene and Beaver. 



probably both, and the ship stood in, leaving the 

 pinnace struggling with the surf. The Tonqiiin 

 entered the breakers, rose to the swell, and then 

 plunged headlong into the boiling waters, which 

 decreased in depth at each moment, until at last 

 she struck, the waves making a clear sweep of the 

 deck, and forcing crew and passengers to seek 

 shelter in the rigging. And then she lay battering 

 and bumping on the bar, now whirled here, now 

 tossed there, and utterly unmanageable. In the 

 middle of this down came the darkness, daylight 

 leaving them buried in the angry waves, and no 

 great distance from the rocky coast, against which 

 it seemed that they would inevitably be driven, if 

 the ship hung together until they reached it. Two 

 heavy anchors were let go, but the surf heeded 

 them no more than if they had been boats' grap- 

 nels, and still the vessel continued to drift, seem- 

 ingly to destruction. At last, when all hope had 

 left them, the tide turned and the flood carried the 

 battered ship into Baker's Bay, where she rested in 

 safety, considerably more indebted to good luck 

 than to the good management of Captain Thorn. 



"On the following day that worthy, accompanied 

 by Mr. McKay, Mr. Ross, and several others, landed, 

 to see if they could gain any information regarding 

 the two boats, and the party had not proceeded a 



