beam. A dozen of us had crept
On the mass of the tangled wreckage she con-
temptuously had tossed
A mile astern in the chop and churn. The
others were drowned—were lost!
There was never a whine nor whimper, only
some muttered groans,
As the ocean buffeted martyrs who clung there
with shattered bones,
And those whose grip was broken as the surge