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move to tlieir quarters. Dr. Hayes with his maimed 
foot, Mr. Brooks with his contracted legs, and poor 
Morton, otherwise among our best men, could do 
nothing. 
“Before we reached the fire, the entire bulkhead 
was in a blaze, as well as the dry timbers and skin of 
the brig. Our moss walls, with their own tinder-like 
material and their light casing of inflammable wood, 
were entirely hidden by the flames. Fortunately the 
furs of the recently-returned party were at hand, and 
with them I succeeded in smothering the fire. But I was 
obliged to push through the blaze of our sailcloth bulk¬ 
head in order to defend the wall; and, in my anxiety 
to save time, I had left the cabin without either cap or 
mittens. I got through somehow or other, and tore 
down the canvas which hung against that dangerous 
locality. Our rifles were in this corner, and their 
muzzles pointing in all directions. 
“ The water now began to pass down; but with the 
discharge of the first bucketful the smoke overcame 
me. As I found myself going, I pushed for the hatch¬ 
way, knowing that the bucketrline would feel me. 
Seeing was impossible; but, striking Ohlsen’s legs as I 
fell, I w r as passed up to the deck, minus beard, eye¬ 
brows, and forelock, plus two burns on the forehead 
and one on each palm. 
“ In about three minutes after making w r ay with the 
canvas, the fire Avas got under, and in less than half an 
hour all was safe again. But the transition, for even 
the shortest time, from the fiery Shadrachian furnace- 
