NOTE INTRODUCTORY.
Thislittle book is prepared under the conditions of saving the Mail which leaves England on the 12th, and of being a complete narrative of the Wreck. The one condition is adverse to the other; but I have endeavoured to meet them both.
F.
London, November the Eighth, 1859.
“Forth from the polar caverns of the snows,Dripping with winter, leapt a northern storm,And shook himself, and she lay buried white....Oh! and we were homeward bound!”Balder.
“Forth from the polar caverns of the snows,Dripping with winter, leapt a northern storm,And shook himself, and she lay buried white....Oh! and we were homeward bound!”Balder.
“Forth from the polar caverns of the snows,Dripping with winter, leapt a northern storm,And shook himself, and she lay buried white....Oh! and we were homeward bound!”Balder.
“Forth from the polar caverns of the snows,
Dripping with winter, leapt a northern storm,
And shook himself, and she lay buried white....
Oh! and we were homeward bound!”
Balder.