







The first intelligence of the disaster received was brought by Capt. Reeves, who was taken off the beach Thursday, (illegible) by Capt. Sutton of the Sloop Bertha, and landed at Schellenger’s Wharf. The Coroner was at once notified, and that official proceeded forthwith to the beach with a party of men to take charge of the bodies. On arriving at the scene of the disaster, which was indicated by the wrecked boat about a mile from the mouth of the inlet, they found the bodies of young Willett and McKean locked together and lying in the bottom of the tender. Capt. Smith’s body lay within a short distance, cold and lifeless, and face badly disfigured. On examining the body of young Hoffman their astonishment may well be conceived to find it exhibit sounds of life. He was immediately conveyed to the station house, while a messenger was dispatched in haste for medical assistance. Our informant, Mr. Wm. L. Cummings, gives the following particulars of succeeding events, from his personal observation:
“I left the lightship Wednesday in the tender for the purpose of coming ashore. I was accompanied by Chas. P. Smith, who had charge of the boat. Henry Hoffman, Virgil McKean and Frank Willets, and everything was going on nicely until we reached Cold Spring Bar. Frank Willets was the only one of my crew. Mr. Smith had been aboard the lightship in place of my first mate, Mr. Stillwell, who had been home sick. Captain Smith was apparently well and in excellent spirits. The usual precautions in coming over the bar were adopted. We took in the after sail, unshipped the rudder and steering oar. Coming in we shipped a sea on the quarter bow, which caused the boat to fill and turn on her broadside. While clinging to the boat in this position, we were washed off several times; but managed to get onboard the boat again. The third time, I assisted Mr. Smith to regain his hold, which he did with difficulty. Another sea then struck us and the last I saw of him was his hand disappearing in the breakers. I judged Mr. Smith was drowned about twenty minutes after shipping the first sea. The boat righted up about this time, when the three others managed to get into her. I next perceived that the boat had got out of the worst of the breakers, and was drifting slowly but gradually towards Two Mile Beach. This circumstance encouraged me to hold on, and to cheer the others to follow my example. Young Willets replied that he did not think there was any hope of reaching the shore alive. I advised them not to give up, but to use every exertion to keep their blood in circulation by moving their limbs and pounding themselves. But in spite of all I could do to cheer them, Willets and McKean gave up a few minutes later, and embracing each other they both sunk together in the boat. How the time passed I really don’t know, but after some delay during which I pounded myself incessantly to keep from getting benumbed, I endeavored to wade ashore but found it too deep, the boat having by this time grounded upon the bar two hundred yards from the main beach, while there was a deep gully between us and the beach. As the evening wore on, I tried it again and with much difficulty succeeded, my limbs by that time having become quite cold and stiff. After moving about a little, I looked and saw Harry Hoffman was still on the tender, but apparently lifeless. I returned to the boat as soon as my strength would allow and though much exhausted, I managed to get him ashore. I showed him the life saving station, and explained that I wanted to get him there. He asked how far it was, when I told him it was but a short distance. He then wanted to know if it was more than a mile. He immediately sank completely exhausted and in spite of all I could do I was unable to arouse him after that. At length I found my strength fast failing, and was obliged to seek shelter or perish with him. I then crawled into an old stable where I covered myself up in some hay and spent the night. In the morning I returned to look after the bodies. I found young Hoffman where I had laid him, in a gully. The boat I found had come ashore with the night tide and in the bottom lay the bodies of Willets and McKean – the faces of both badly disfigured. At this time I had no idea there was any life in the body of young Hoffman. I didn’t see the body of Capt. Smith and supposed it had been washed to sea.”
Arthur Motta
Director
City of New Bedford Office of Tourism & Marketing
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