NOTE INTRODUCTORY.
This little book is prepared under the conditions of saving the Mail which leaves England on the 12th, and of being a complete narrative of the Wreck. The one condition is adverse to the other; but I have endeavoured to meet them both.
F.
London, November the Eighth, 1859.
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“Forth from the polar caverns of the snows,
Dripping with winter, leapt a northern storm,
And shook himself, and she lay buried white....
Oh! and we were homeward bound!”
Balder.