SATURDAY, JUNE g. 1S4O
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hammocks, cot, or bed.


The hour had reached little past the
mid-watch of the night, without awak-
ening the apprehensions of the officers of
the deck beyond the attentive marking of
the weather; until, a dark squall, as if
magic had gained some new powers in
rapidity Of movement, came down upon
the ship, and with its heavy breath shiv-
cred to ribbons every remaining sail that
was set.


1t was sorry sight, as the day broke,
to see the tattcred sails, that had been
with difficulty, gathered to the yards.
The squall had now given place to a
steady gale, increasing every hour in its
force and fury; and the ship was now
laying-to under her fore storm stay-sail
and main and mizen trysails. The royal
and top gallant yards had been sent down
the top gallant masts housed - the top
sail yards, clewed down, and the Colum-
bia, in her storm dress, now abided the
war of elements, the torrents of rain,
and the hurricane of winds. The rains
for while ceased, while the winds yet
drove the sheets of spray in their hor-
rizontal layers from the cleft tops of the
high waves, through the cordage of the
nearly naked ship in volumes as drench-
ing as were the torrents themselves. A
new course was bent, while the frigate
lay-to like a life-boat on the billow,
though the sea had now swollen to
the mountain surge. The John Adams,
under the same sail, was near, at the
windward, apparently with all things
snug, like phantom-craft, and at times
under bare poles, as the two ships rose
together, or again sunk, SO that the
trucks of either became for a moment
invisible to each ship, and the next, rose
with their hulls and every chord distinctly
traceable on the wild and dun sky. And
then, those winds - those bowling winds
of the gale, as they murmurcd with
voice more doleful than could be the
chaunt of a thousand spirits of lost ma
riners engulphed by the raging storm,
came through our rigging, with omens of
dark things to the ship.


Thus the two coursers stood on their
parallel tracks for the day, bounding from
surge to surge, or drifting from ravine of
water to leeward ravine, while the roll of
the sea spread out its giant proportions,
now trembling from its height to find its
level, as the top broke in its cataract of
foam to the deep and blue declivities Of
the pillows, or at times threw its broad
sheet in chrystal river across the bull
warks Of our ship.


The wind in its fury fell not as the
coming night shut in again upon the
dark sea, but its fearful impulses in
creased as the night watches advanced.
The ship was thoroughly soaked by the
driving surges which dashed against the
Columbia, now penetrating the partial
opening Of the closed portfolios or coming