OUR ADVENTURES AT SUKKERTOPPEN 



BY CAKLYLE GARRISON. 



At Governor Bistrup's house 

 we were heartily welcomed. On 

 August 9 we started for Disco. A 

 storm seemed impending, and the 

 wind was blowing half a gale. Cap- 

 tain Farrell's charts were old, so he 

 had to rely on the pilot who took us 

 out. 



The pilot left us about 8 a. m., 

 after giving directions to Captain 

 Farrell. What these were, opinions 

 differ. However, when we had 

 steamed about seven miles on our 

 course, and were still near the rocky 

 shores, our ship met with the accident that eventually caused 

 us to abandon her. 



About half-past eight o'clock, while we were all at break- 

 fast, a slight grating was heard, then it ceased for a moment ; 

 but as the Miranda sank into the trough of the sea she 

 crashed down upon a hidden reef, throwing men from their 

 feet and piling the dishes indiscriminately at one end of the 

 dining-room — and the third time that she came down on the 

 reef we all felt instinctively that the ship would sink, so a 

 scramble for the deck occurred, thus rendering the com- 

 panionway a scene of the wildest excitement. 



But when we arrived on deck the confusion was over, and 

 those who were sparsely attired even ventured to go below 



