ATLAnTIC GUARDIAn - Memorial University of Newfoundland DAI

One died, the other survived.
some water. What was in our water·
can was not fit to drink. The bread
in our bread-can was one chunk of
mould, and we had to throw it
away.
So we drifted on without food or
water. We had no sai' and we
were at the mercy of the tide.
The first week went by and we
were feeling very good.
My dorymate said: "Have you
give it up yet?"
I answered, "No, not yet. I am
not going to give up. I expects to
hold On twenty days if I don't feel
any worse than I am now".
We rigged up the two oiljackets
on the oar whenever the fog lifted.
We would say to one another, "Up
she is goin' now every day from
this on".
The wind was west and sou'west,
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and we were driven down to the
easter'd.
I said, "George, if we can keep
in on the Banks we might go down
handy to the Virgin Rocks".
The rest of that week passed in
fog. We saw or heard nothing.
Saturday, George rose to his feet.
I asked him how he was.
"Not very good, Uucle Bill. I
'lows to die before much longer".
"Don't", said I. "Keep up.
Something might come along by
and by".
I got forr'ad and rigged up a
place for him in the head of the
dory.
The next day, about 3 o'clock,
he got up. "How are you. George?"
I asked.
"Not very good".
I paddled on a few strokes. Then
I heard a little bump. I looked forr'ad
and he was crumpled over on
one side, I went up to him and I
could see that he was gone. I laid
him down and fixed him so that his
body wouldn't rolt.
And I paddled on.
I was paddling about an hour
when I saw a vessel. I got down to
her after awhile. They jumped
down, hooked the dory and took me
aboard. The captain gave me coffee
and brandy, and then I got in bunk.
That evening they bUrIed my
dorymate over the side.
The next day a Newfoundland
vessel, the Esdaile, hove in sight
and I was taken aboud. I was very
good and could walk about with
help. My mind had been set to
stick it out five or six days more.