[Footnote 2:  I have since received a letter from Messrs. Imray requesting me to state that the light was inserted on erroneous information from the hydrographic office at Washington, and has since been erased from their charts.]

About two o’clock we saw in the far distance what looked at first like an island, and then like smoke, but gradually shaped itself into the masts, funnel, and hull of a large steamer.  From her rig we at once guessed her to be the Pacific Company’s mail boat, homeward bound.  When near enough, we accordingly hoisted our number, and signalled ’We wish to communicate,’ whereupon she bore down upon us and ceased steaming.  We then rounded up under her lee and lowered a boat, and Tom, Mabelle, and I, with Captain Runciman and four or five of the shipwrecked crew, went on board.  Our advent caused great excitement, and seamen and passengers all crowded into the bows to watch us.  As we approached the ladder the passengers ran aft, and directly we reached the deck the captain took possession of Tom, the first and second officers of Mabelle and myself, while Captain Runciman and each of his crew were surrounded by a little audience eager to know what had happened, and all about it.  At first it was thought that we all wanted a passage, but when we explained matters Captain Thomas, the commander of the ‘Illimani,’ very kindly undertook to receive all our refugees and convey them to England.  We therefore sent the gig back for the rest of the men and the chests of the whole party, and then availed ourselves of the opportunity afforded by the delay to walk round the ship.  It was most amusing to see the interest with which we were regarded by all on board.  Passengers who had never been seen out of their berths since leaving Valparaiso, and others who were indulging, at the time of our visit, in the luxury of a ‘day sleep,’ between the twelve o’clock luncheon and four o’clock dinner, suddenly made their appearance, in dressing-gowns and wraps, with dishevelled hair and wide-opened eyes, gazing in mute astonishment at us, quite unable to account for our mysterious arrival on board in this out-of-the-way spot.  A mail steamer does not stop for a light cause, and it was therefore evident to them that the present was no ordinary occurrence.  The captain told us that the last time he passed through the Straits he picked up two boats’ crews, who had escaped from a burning ship, and who had suffered indescribable hardships before they were rescued.

Captain Runciman is convinced, after comparing notes with the chief officer of the ‘Illimani,’ that the vessel which refused to notice his signal of distress was the ‘Wilmington,’ sent down from New York, with a party of forty wreckers, to try and get the steamer ‘Georgia’ off the rocks near Port Famine, in the Straits of Magellan.  If this be so, it is the more surprising that no attempt was made to render assistance to the ‘Monkshaven,’ provided her signals were understood, as the ‘Wilmington’ had plenty of spare hands, and could not have been in a particular hurry.  Moreover, one would think that, with her powerful engines, she might have made an attempt to tow the distressed vessel into Monte Video, and so secure three or four thousand pounds of salvage money.