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had run into another vessel.
The fate of the Arctic came to us both, but we did not mention it to each other; indeed, a quieter, more silent company you would not often see. Had I had any confidence in the administration of the boat, it would have been better, but as I had not, I sat in momentary uncertainty.
Had we then known, as we have since, the fate of a boat recently sunk in the Mediterranean by a similar carelessness, it would have increased our fears.
By a singular chance an officer, whose wife and children were lost on board that boat, was on board ours, and happened to be on the forward part of the boat when the accident occurred.
The captain and mate were both below; there was nobody looking out, and had not this officer himself called out to stop the boat, we should have struck her with such force as to have sunk us. As it was, we turned aside and the shock came on a paddlewheel, which was broken by it, for when, after two hours delay, we tried to start and had gone a little way, there was another crash and the paddle-wheel fell down.
You may be sure we did little sleeping that night.
It was an inexpressible desolation to think that we might never again see those we loved.
No one knows how much one thinks, and how rapidly, in such hours.
In the Naples boat that was sunk a short time ago, the women perished in a dreadful way. The shock threw the chimney directly across the egress from below, so that they could not get on deck, and they were all drowned in the cabin.
We went limping along with one broken limb till the next day about eleven, when we reached Civita
