“What sort of a man was the admiral?” said Anderson.

“He was a thin tall man, upward of seventy years of age, and he stooped a good deal in his walk.”

“Wet your whistle, Jim,” said Ben, “for this is a long yarn.”

“Well,” continued Turner, as soon as he had put down his pot, “the carpenter came up a second time on the quarter-deck to the lieutenant, and said to him—­

“’If you please, sir, to right the ship, it’s my duty to tell you she will not bear it any longer.’  He spoke in a very positive way, as was his duty; but the lieutenant answered, with an oath—­

“’If you think, sir, that you can manage the ship better than I can, you had better take the command.’  I was in the waist at the time, with a good many more men, and we heard what the carpenter said, and what answer the lieutenant gave.  Indeed, we were all aware of the danger, and felt very uncomfortable; there were plenty of good seamen on board, who knew what they were about almost as well as the officers, and certainly better than the one who had the watch.

“A few minutes afterward (whether it was that he had remained that time doing nothing, merely because he would not be dictated to by the carpenter, I know not) the lieutenant ordered the drummer to be called to beat to quarters, that the guns might be run into their places and the ship righted.  The drummer’s name was passed along quick enough, for we were all alarmed at our situation, for the ship just then heeled over still more.  I jumped down off the gangway as soon as the drummer was called, and hastened down to my quarters.  The drum was not beat, for the man had not time to get his drum.  All hands were now tumbling down the hatchways as fast as they could to their quarters, that they might run their guns into their places, and so right the ship.  The gun I was stationed at was the third gun from forward on the starboard side of the lower gundeck.  I said to Carroll, the second captain of the gun, ’I say, let us try to get our gun out without waiting for the drum, as the sooner we right the better.’  We boused out our gun, which had been run in amidships; but the ship heeled over so much that, do all we could, it ran in again upon us, and at the same time the water made a heavy rush into the larboard lower deck ports.  ‘The ship is sinking, Carroll!’ cried I.  ’Lay hold of the ring-bolt and jump out; we shall all be drowned!’ He made for the ring-bolt, caught it, climbed out of the port, and jumped into the sea.  I presume he was drowned, for I never saw him afterward.  I followed him as fast as I could out of the same port, which was the one belonging to our gun (the third from forward on the starboard side), and when I was outside I perceived that all the other port-holes were crowded as full as they could be with the heads of the men, all trying to escape, and jamming one another so that they could scarcely move either one way or the other.  I caught hold of the sheet anchor, which was just above me,