Not a scream arose from the deck of the victim--there was a slight grating sound to be heard mingling with the roar of wind and water, as the frail bark which was swallowed up rubbed for a moment along the keel of her destroyer--but this was all.

Thinking our boat (which it will be remembered was dismasted) some mere shell cut adrift as useless, the captain (Captain E.T.

V.Block, of New London) was for proceeding on his course without troubling himself further about the matter.

Luckily, there were two of the look-out who swore positively to having seen some person at our helm, and represented the possibility of yet saving him.

A discussion ensued, when Block grew angry, and, after a while, said that "it was no business of his to be eternally watching for egg-shells; that the ship should not put about for any such nonsense; and if there was a man run down, it was nobody's fault but his own, he might drown and be dammed" or some language to that effect.