name of Claridge; and I called out to him, 'Bob, reach out your hand and
catch hold of that woman, I daresay she is not dead.'

"He said, 'She's dead enough; it's no use to lay hold of her.'

"I answered, 'She is not dead.' He caught hold of the woman and hung her
head over one of the rattlings of the mizzen shrouds, and there she
swung by her chin till a wash came and lifted her off, and then she
rolled about again. Just then one of the captains of the frigates came
up in his boat. I waved my hand toward the woman--he stopped pulling,
the men dragged her into the boat, and laid her in the sternsheets.

"'My man,' said the captain, 'I must pick up those who are in more
danger than you.'

"'All right, sir,' said I; 'I'm safe moored here.'

"There was one of our men hanging on the mainstay, and roaring like a
bull, as he tried to climb by it out of the water. Had he only remained
quiet, he would have done well enough. The boat took him off first, and
the others of the people who were clinging about the masts and rigging,
including the baker and myself. It then pulled on board the 'Victory'
with us; and I once more found a good dry plank between me and the salt
water."

"Was the captain and admiral saved?"

"Captain Waghorn was. He could not swim; but one of the seamen held him
up. The admiral was drowned in his cabin. Captain Waghorn tried to
acquaint him that the ship was sinking; but the heeling over of the ship