On further inquiries we found that nearly half the crew were as tipsy as their officers, and that they, with the cabin passengers who had remained aft, had been washed away.  The people saved were steerage passengers, with the exception of one little boy, whose parents and friends had perished.  However, the satisfaction of having been the means of saving the lives of these poor people was to us very great.  We were of course greatly interested in the boy, Nat Harvey, who was about six years old.  Poor little fellow, he had been so frightened that he was not fully aware of what had occurred, and did not appear fully to realise his loss.  He seemed to think that his papa and mamma, and his Aunt Fanny and brother and sister, had gone off in a boat, and that he should see them again before long.  He kept continually asking why they were not with us.  When he heard that we were going to Saint Ives, he said that he hoped we should find them there.  One of the women, with a kind heart, had taken him under her charge, and she sat on the cabin floor holding him in her arms with his head resting on her lap, every now and then speaking words of comfort, and endeavouring to get him to go to sleep.  Papa inquired from the passengers and crew if they knew anything of his family, or where they were going.  No one could say what part of the States Mr and Mrs Harvey, with three children and a young lady, who was sister either to Mr or Mrs Harvey--these were their names--had come from.