stay with the vessel, J. Layton, J. Woolsey, and George Darling, boatmen, were finally chosen to assist in pumping and piloting her into Yarmouth harbor:  the remainder of the crew of the yawl were then sent away.  The brig at this time was about five miles to the eastward of the Newarp Floating Light, off Winterton on the Norfolk coast, the weather looking squally.  On passing the light in their homeward course, a signal was made for them to go alongside, and they were requested to take on shore a sick man; and the poor fellow being comfortably placed upon some jackets and spare coats, they again shoved off, and set all sail:  they had a fresh breeze from the W.S.W.  ‘There was little better,’ said Brock, ’than a pint of liquor in the boat, which the Spaniard had given us, and the bottle had passed once round, each man taking a mouthful, till about half of it was consumed:  we all had a bit of biscuit each, and while we were making our light meal, we talked of our earnings, and calculated that by 10 o’clock we should be at Yarmouth.

“’Without the slightest notice of its approach a terrific squall from the northward took the yawl’s sails flat aback, and the ballast which we had trained to windward, being thus suddenly changed to leeward, she was upset in an instant.

“’Our crew and passenger were nine men—­’twas terrible to listen to the cries of the poor fellows, some of whom could swim, and others who could not.  Mixed with the hissing of the water and the howlings of the storm, I heard shrieks for mercy, and some that had no meaning but what arose from fear.  I struck out to get clear of the crowd, and in a few minutes there was no noise, for most of the men had sunk; and, on turning round, I saw the boat still kept from going down by the wind having got under the sails.  I then swam back to her, and assisted an old man to get hold of one of her spars.  The boat’s side was about three feet under water, and for a few minutes I stood upon her, but I found she was gradually settling down, and when up to my chest I again left her and swam away; and now, for the first time, began to think of my own awful condition.  My companions were all drowned, at least I supposed so.  How long it was up to this period from the boat’s capsizing I cannot exactly say; in such cases, there is no time; but now I reflected that it was half-past six P.M. just before the accident occurred; that the nearest land at the time was six miles distant; and that it was dead low water, and the flood tide setting off the shore, making to the southward; therefore, should I ever reach the land, it would take me at least fifteen miles setting up with the flood, before the ebb would assist me.’