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Every Man for Himself. Limbs Broken. Man Missing. 



ly get a glimpse of the ship as I rode on the 

 top of a swell, and not a human being in 

 sight. 



Not losing heart or hope, I struck out for a 

 piece of the stern of our once beautiful boat a 

 few rods distant. The crew came up one after 

 another, catching at any thing they could see 

 to help keep them afloat. One poor fellow came 

 paddling along with two or three oars under 

 him, crying out that his back was broken. An- 

 other of the crew and myself got him on a piece 

 of the boat that we had hold of. His thigh was 

 broken, and he could not move his legs at all. 



The second mate soon after picked us up in 

 his boat, and so much had we been engaged in 

 looking out for ourselves, that we did not per- 

 ceive one of our number was missing. But 

 alas ! it was too soon found out. He was a 

 young man, about seventeen years old, and did 

 not belong to the boat, but went in the place 

 of the midship oarsman, who was sick at the 

 time. The whale fell directly over him, and 

 probably killed him in a moment. 



With what feelings we pulled around and 

 around the spot where the boat was stoven, un- 

 willing to believe, even after we knew there 



