<h2><SPAN name="CHAPTER_X" id="CHAPTER_X">CHAPTER X.</SPAN><br/> <small>FROM AN OLD SCRAP-BOOK.</small></h2></div>
<p class="cap">In <cite>The New York Tribune</cite> of September —,
188–, appeared an article of interest to the
readers of this narration. And here is a portion
of it:</p>
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<p>“... All facts as to the loss of the steamer
<i>Old Province</i>, the absorbing subject of public
attention since last week, seem gathered now
from the various sources available. Captain
Widgins, Mr. A. Y. Arrowsmith, the mate, and
several others of the crew and of the boatload
last to leave the ill-fated vessel and make Knoxport
Cove, have been repeatedly interviewed
without developing any facts not already made
known. The steamer lies in a considerable
depth of water. The question of raising her
is under consideration. Cargo and baggage
are almost a total loss.</p>
<p>“It is now certain that the mysterious explosion
in the hold, which caused the leak and
disabled the vessel with its terrific shock, was<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_144" id="Page_144">[144]</SPAN></span>
the work of the infernal machine shipped from
this city to Halifax by the two men, O’Reilly
and Hand, who have so far eluded all detection.
That they intended mischief to the
steamer or those aboard is not likely. Their
big ‘oblong box,’ of which so much has been
said in the papers, was probably expected to
make a quick journey and be duly received at
Halifax by the so-called ‘Mr. Patrick Heffernan,’
to whom it was addressed. It is scarcely
necessary to say that Mr. Patrick Heffernan is
still a myth. It is supposed that a very prominent
member of the Non-Resident Land
League is identical with him, and was to call
for the box. The machine, by some accident,
did its dastardly work too soon. The cowardly
constructors of it are thus responsible
for a direful calamity, the loss of many lives
and of thousands of dollars’ worth of valuable
property; another example of what dynamiters
are willing to ‘risk for the Irish cause.’</p>
<p>“The divers agree with those who tried to
stop the ragged hole blown in the hull that the
force of the explosion was awful. A wreck of
packing-cases, bulkheads, and freight of all descriptions,
blown to atoms, was hurled about the<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_145" id="Page_145">[145]</SPAN></span>
ship. The water must soon have poured in like
a torrent, as was described by those who fought
it. Whether the ship could have been beached
successfully in the fog, had the explosion not
disabled her, is doubtful.</p>
<p>“Had the <i>Old Province</i> carried her usual
load of passengers, panic might have made the
death-list far longer. All agree that there was
remarkable composure shown every-where.
The highest praise is given to Captain Widgins
and to his assistants for their coolness and devotion
to the safety of those committed to their
charge. The presence of mind of the unfortunate
young Mr. Eversham (who was afterward
lost in the boat that was swamped) is also
warmly praised. His body was to be buried in
Brooklyn to-day. The other bodies washed
ashore at Knoxport Cove and Sweetapple Reef
have been in some instances identified, and are
being forwarded elsewhere; others will be
buried in Knoxport.</p>
<p>“Many corpses have been found in sad witness
to the swamping of the boat lost in making
for Knoxport. It was the first sent out from
the steamer. The facts of its fate have been
all learned from the lips of James Hoyt, the<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_146" id="Page_146">[146]</SPAN></span>
seaman, picked up at no later than two o’clock
the next morning by the yacht <i>Alicia</i> while
he was tossing in a state of almost perfect exhaustion
in the sea (still running very rough).
Hoyt says that the boat, under the command
of Mr. Eversham, was proceeding, though with
some difficulty, straight to Knoxport, when
the leaping up of Mrs. Cassidy, to save her
child, upset it. He remembers, too, that, in
spite of the care taken before the <i>Old Province</i>
was left, few of the emigrants with him had
their life-preservers on. Mr. Eversham had
been greatly alarmed when Hoyt pointed out
that fact. Eversham was about to order all
who could to don them. Just then the capsize
came. Mr. Eversham had an old set himself,
and Hoyt remembers his complaining of its
straps being rotten. Hoyt says that the sea
was so violent that, even with his life-preserver,
it was a miracle he kept his head above water
half an hour. An oar he grasped was of great
service. He was almost gone when picked up.
Some of the bodies found, however, wore life-preservers.
In some cases the bruising from
the rocks along the shore was disfiguring, and
it is likely that many of those from the two<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_147" id="Page_147">[147]</SPAN></span>
capsized boats had what little life was left in
them literally pounded out of them in the surf
along Sweetapple and Knoxport Ledges.</p>
<p>“One boat which contained few passengers
except for Nova Scotia did not come in by itself,
but was picked up by the schooner <i>Mary Linda
Brown</i>, bound north. It narrowly escaped being
run down by the <i>Mary Linda Brown</i> instead
of being rescued. The schooner’s crew
heard none of the distress signals from the
<i>Old Province</i>. Among those brought by the
schooner were Gen. John Bry, K.C.B., Sir
Hastings Halbert, and Rev. Francis Holman,
of Halifax; Mr. and Mrs. George Freeborn,
Mr. and Mrs. Henry Earle, and Mr. John A.
Belmont. A son of the latter gentleman, on
one of the boats, was drowned.</p>
<p>“A singularly sad history attaches to the
loss of a young lad named Saxton, the son of
Mr. Gerald B. Saxton, of this city. He was
traveling with his tutor to Nova Scotia, and,
according to one story, went from the ship in
the same boat with Hoyt. His body was not
recovered, nor his tutor’s. Young Saxton’s
father, who has been with a camping-party in
Nova Scotia, was immediately sent for. He<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_148" id="Page_148">[148]</SPAN></span>
came on to Knoxport. The shock to him was
terrible, and he was so completely prostrated
that his reason has seemed endangered. He was
prevailed upon to speedily quit Knoxport. He
is now making an indefinite journey westward
in company of his friend Mr. Jay Marcy (of the
well-known Ossokosee Hotel). Mr. Marcy hopes
to break up the alarming stupor of grief into
which Mr. Saxton is plunged. But, indeed, the
calamity abounds in such distressing particulars.
It might have been far worse. It is to be
hoped that another originating like it, and of
as melancholy an extent, may not soon be
added to the list of our sea disasters.”</p>
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