Over she went, and still over, wind right abeam, put up the helm to ease her away, but she was too "flat" to answer it; tried to "luff," but with that good foresail and staysail holding her head off, she would not come up either, but just laid down and "kicked." The second mate let go the lee main lower topsail sheet (chain about ⅝in, and there would have been at least 80ft. to 100ft. of it). In a second or so this had unrove itself right out of the sheave at the yardarm, and was whipping round the deck smashing everything it hit till the sail went to pieces. This eased her a little, but a second blast came down, and the grain cargo being loose in part below, must have shifted a bit. She was absolutely on her beam ends, and the only thing we could do was to try and crawl over the weather side as she "went over," when suddenly there was a thunderous report and away went the foresail, only just in the nick of time; and it is safe to say the ship and all hands were saved by an "O.S.," who, by the way, was a very sleepy sort of chap and everlastingly in his bunk when he should have been on deck. I don't think he broke his rule on this occasion, but the lurch evidently threw him out of his "pew" into the water (his berth was at the fore-end of house) right opposite the foresheet and he did the right thing on the spur of the moment and put his sheath knife through the fore sheet (new 6in manila rope) beforepage 31he came to the surface. The sail went to "tow" absolutely, in a few seconds, and the old packet once more "came up to breathe." She gradually righted enough to feel the helm a bit, but as we brought her up to the wind it hauled aft, keeping sails full and not giving us a chance to right ourselves. However, after a bit we got control of her, and before very long had her head before it with nothing but the fore lower topsail, most of the other rags having gone "aloft." But the clearing up! No one could imagine that such a tangle could happen in such a short space of time. Practically all the "running gear" seemed to be adrift, hopelessly tangled up over the side, through the ports, out of the scuppers, and all mixed up outside. We had to cut quite half of it away, but we got things fairly snug before dark, and in a few days had her back in her old trim except for a "list to starboard," which made her very "tender" always on the port tack. From this we had a good run home.