I was standing by the captain on the main upper deck, as he was trying to direct the pilot how to steer the boat through that awful storm, when we heard the alarm bell ring out, and the hoarse cry of "Fire! fire! fire!" Men were running toward the fire with buckets, and the hose began throwing water on the flames.

Men, women, and children were jumping in the water, and the captain used every effort to quiet the panic, and to land his boat with its passengers, but the storm and fire were too much, and down the vessel sank to rise no more.

Many had been saved in the lifeboat, and many were drowned.

I jumped overboard, and the last thing I saw was the noble and brave captain still ringing the bell, as the vessel went down.

He went down amid the flames to fill a watery grave.