tucked away in the pockets of her coat.
All the while the ship was lurching fearfully and pounding against the coral reef.
“You don't happen to have an extra hat?”
asked Mrs. Holmes
handed her a Louis Kossuth
hat, which had become famous after Kossuth
's visit to this country.
Taking a pair of scissors, she coolly and quickly cut off her hair close to her head, tried on the hat, and secured it under her chin with a tape fastened with safety pins.
“There, don't I look like a boy?”
she asked jokingly, and went calmly on deck in the midst of the uproar and confusion.
' manner was never other than brave throughout the fearful days that followed.
Where men who had followed the sea for years were frightened, she herself showed no sign of fear, and her example did much towards restoring to order a panicstricken crew.
The men threw everything unnecessary for safety overboard to lighten the ship.
The crew, officersHolmes
, and Mrs. Holmes
gathered in the topgallant forecastle, and a bed was made for Mrs. Holmes
by placing boards from the breast-hook to a tar-barrel, and a sail was hung over the break of the forecastle to keep off the spray.
The crew slept on the opposite side of the forecastle from the captain and his wife.
For thirty-five days they lived in this manner, each morning hoping that the signal of distress which they had hoisted would attract passing vessels, and each night doomed to disappointment.
The ship's colors had been washed overboard, but the union jack remained.
cut up in strips some red
underflannels, sewed them together for stripes, and attached them to the union jack to form the colors.
This hastily improvised banner they kept flying all day, union down.
One or two vessels passed within their range, but failed to see their signals.
“ While searching the hold for stores,” says Captain Hinckley
, “a barrel of English ale was found and divided among all hands.
One man, however, managed to procure more than his share, and got very drunk.
His antics during the day, and his urgence that the colors should be kept flying all night to attract the attention of passing vessels, gave us a hearty fit of laughter.
In the search there was also found a music-box belonging to Mrs. Holmes
, much injured by salt water, but with some music still left in it. This we kept playing constantly, for the music was superb in our ears, and we all took turns at winding it until its last mutilated and fragmentary tune had died away.
In vain we tinkered with it. Its last note had fled, and we gave it a sailor's burial.”
It was about the twentieth day on the wreck, that Mr. Baptistea
, the French
cook, gave notice.
It had occurred to Mr. Baptistea