156 FISHERMEN'S MEMORIAL AND RECORD BOOK. 



Henry Johnson, one of the crew who took to the boat, was also 

 saved, after a night of struggle and hardship. While his shipmates 

 sought refuge on the ledge, after the boat was swamped, he found 

 himself alongside of her and crawled in over the stern- sheets. She 

 was full of water, but fortunately there was a bucket in her, and a 

 coil of rope. With the former he commenced bailing, and by dint 

 of hard labor managed to free her, although she was continually tak- 

 ing in water. A hogshead tub from the vessel had drifted across the 

 boat amidships. This he secured with his rope, and that made the 

 boat ride more easily. When he got tired of bailing the boat he 

 would crawl into the tub. and when that got full of water he would 

 commence bailing the boat again. Two jibbing-tubs drifted near him. 

 These he secured also, and making them fast on the other side of the 

 boat, they, helped to keep her afloat. He knew not whither he was 

 drifting ; but was thankful that he was going away from the ledge, and 

 so utterly exhausted was the poor fellow that, long ere daylight 

 dawned, he fell asleep. He could not keep awake, though his life 

 might depend upon it. On the boat drifted, being kept afloat by her 

 tubs, and Johnson slept, perfectly oblivious to the seas which threat- 

 ened to engulf him. " Tired nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep," 

 had possession of him, and on the boat drifted. At noon-time, a 

 Belfast schooner sighted the craft, bore down to her, and her single 

 passenger was received on board and kindly cared for. Thus, out of 

 a crew of foisfteen two alone were saved, after passing through hard- 

 ships which makes one shudder to contemplate. 



Leaves from the L&g-Book of Oapt, James Pattillo, 



HOW HE SERVED A DOMINION OFFICER, WHO BOARDED THE SCHOONER 

 ABIGAIL. PUTS TO SEA IN THE TEETH OF A GALE, AND OUTSAILS 

 THE CUTTER. How HE GOT A LOAD OF HERRING FOR SCHOONER 

 TIGER. A FEARFUL TIME ON GEORGES, IN SCHOONER ALEXANDER. 



Capt. James Pattillo, in his palmy days, was considered one of the 

 smartest skippers that ever sailed from the port of Gloucester. When 

 he was on board his vessel, he was the master, in every sense of that 

 terra ; and if there were any fish to be got, he was the man to get 

 them. For several years he has retired from the water, and on his 

 snug farm, at North Stoughton, is passing the evening of his life in a 



