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| The following are some letters and scribbled notes that were
found in the clothing of the dead. First Letter, written by Dr. Felix Dowsley GULL ISLAND of Cape St. John Tuesday, December 17, 1867 My Darling Margaret: As you are aware, we left St. John's on Tuesday morning , the 6th inst. On the evening of that day a dreadful gale came on, which lasted about two or three days. We were driven off about one hundred and sixty miles to sea. I thought every moment the vessel would be upset or swamped; but it appears she was spared a little longer for a similar fate. We ran into a gulch on the Island on the morning of Tuesday, the 12th inst., about six o'clock, when the sea was raging and running mountains high. She only remained there about fifteen minutes, which as not sufficient time for all hands to save themselves. All were saved with the exception of two of the crew, Duggan the Pilot and Mullowney's step-brother. We were dragged up the cliff by means of a rope tied round our waists. Not one of us saved a single thing but as we stood, not even a bit of bread; this is our fifth day, and we have not had a bite or sup, not even a drink of water, there being no such thing on the Island. It is void of everything that would give us comfort. It is so barren and bleak that we cannot get wood to make a fire to warm us. Out bed is on the solid rocks, with a piece of canvas, full of mud, to cover us. You may fancy what my sufferings are and have been. You know I was never very strong or robust. My feet are all swollen, and I am getting very weak. I expect tomorrow, at the farthest, some of us will be no more, and I very much fear that I shall be the first victim; if so, you will not have the gratification of getting my body, as they will make use of it for food. I am famishing with thirst. I would give the money I took with me, yes! all I ever saw, for one drink of water. If I had plenty of water I know I should live much longer. I feel a dreadful feverish thirst, and no means of relieving it. Oh! is it not a hard case that I cannot even get a drink of water. Oh! did I ever think my life would end in this way, to be cast away on a barren rock in the middle of the ocean, and there to perish with cold, hunger, and thirst, and my bones to be bleached with the winter's frost and the summer's sun, and to be food for the wild fowls. Oh! is it not sad to think of this, and such a little thing could save us! We are only eight miles from Shoe Cove, where we would be received with open arms. Now my darling Margaret, as I plainly see that in a few hours I must appear before my God, I wish to say a few words about your future prospects. I think the best place for you to go would be the States if you can possibly arrange matters. See (name omitted) when he arrives in the spring, tell him your intentions. I believe he is a very good, human man, and will, no doubt, do everything that is fair and in his power for you. (Omitted. Here the writer Felix Dowsley instructs his wife, in regard to private and personal matters.) Whilst I am writing this, under our little bit of canvas, I am shivering with weakness, and cold from head to feet. I don't know how I have written what I have, but this I can say, the facts are worse than I have named. Give my love to my darling children and tell them to think of my sad fate. Tell them that I leave it as my dying request to be kind and obedient to you, and to be advised by you in everything. Oh! my darling, you will feel, you will pity me when you hear of my sad fate. Oh, do, and pray for me with the children incessantly! Again I would advise you to go to the States, if you can dispose of the property, and arrange other matters. I cannot see what you can do here. I must now conclude, my darling, as I am unable to write more. Embrace my darling children, and tell them to be obliging and kind to each other, for without this they cannot expect to prosper. Tell them their unfortunate, unhappy father leaves them his blessing. Should our fate be known before the spring. If (omitted) would come around he would be able to get my body or bones, which I would like to have laid in Belvedere. If I had you, or, at least, if I were with you and my dear children, and had the clergyman, I don't think I should fear for death half as much. I must now, my darling, take my last farewell of you in this world. May we meet and enjoy one another where there is no sorrow, no trouble, no affliction. I leave you my love, my blessing. Your loving, but unfortunate husband, F. DOWSLEY Second Letter, written by Dr. Dowsley to his wife Margaret from the Gull Island Wednesday, December 18th, 1867 My dear Margaret, I have been out to see if there might be any chance of a rescue; but no such thing. I am almost mad with the thirst! I would give all I ever saw for one drink of water, but I shall never get it. We are all wet and frozen. I am now going under the canvas to lie down and die. My God pity and have mercy on my soul! I am almost mad with the thirst. I would give all the money I ever saw for one drink of fresh water. It has been twelve days since we were shipwrecked and since then we have not had a morsel to eat. The only water we have drank is the muddy water which melt's under our saturated feet. My darling what a sad Christmas Eve this is. I imagine I see You making sweet bread and preparing everything for tomorrow. I think I can see the children hanging up their Christmas stockings while they sing Christmas songs and carols. O my dear Margaret, I never knew how to appreciate the comfort of a home and a warm bed until now. If I were home to have you and the children beside me, I think the trial would be small compared to what it is now. But my darling, we can never see one another in this would again. I had no idea I could have lasted so long in these conditions. There is no hope for deliverence. I have never been robust as you know and I fear today or tomorrow some of us shall be no more. I greatly fear I shall be the first victim. If so, you shall not have the gratification of getting my body as they shall make use of it for food. I am unable to write anymore. Kiss and embrace the children for me. Tell them I did not forget them in my last hours. Tell them they must be strong. And you, my faithful and darling wife, you too must be strong. Farewell until we meet on God's brighter shore. May God have mercy on our souls. Your loving, but unfortunate husband, F. Dowsley. Third Letter, written by Dr. Dowsley to his wife Margaret from Gull Island. Gull Island off Cape John, December 24th, 1867 My Darling Margaret: We are still alive, and only that. We have had no relief ever since, nor any signs of it. We have not tasted a bit of food of any kind with the exception of the dirty snow water that melts around and under our feet, which we are very glad to devour. The place we are sheltered in , if I can call it a shelter, is up to our ankles in water. Oh what a sad Christmas and Christmas day it is for me! I think I can see you making the sweetbread and preparing everything comfortable for tomorrow. My feet were very painful last night; I was in complete agony with them. My clothes are completely saturated. Oh! I never knew how to appreciate the comforts of a home or a bed until now. If I were home, and to have you and the children beside me, and have the clergyman, I think the trial would be small compared to what it is now; but we shall never see one another again in this world. I had no idea we should have lasted so long. Our case is now hopeless; there is no hope for a deliverance. My suffering has been beyond description since I landed on this barren rock......... Oh! how I dread - I would write more, but feel unable. Oh my darling, if I could but once see you and the children I would be satisfied. Embrace them all for me. (Here follow words of loving farewells to his family and friends, requesting them to pray for him, and he closes his letter by signing himself) Your loving, but unhappy husband, F. DOWSLEY Copy of note found on the person of Captain Owens. Loss of the Queen of Swansea at Gull Island 12 December 1867 No. 1 We left St. John's NF., on the 5th December 1867 with eighty tonnes of stone ballast, about ten or twelve tons of general cargo and lumber, and a mail bag full of letters, for the Union Mine, Tilt Cove. When running for Gull Island, Cape John, in a snow squall, and not able to see anything, even when on top of it, at six o'clock A. M. on the 12th December. Did not save anything only this book and the ship's papers, which are in a tin case now here; and Lord have mercy on our souls! We shall all perish here without food or clothes or fire. (signed) JOHN OWEN Master of the ill-fated "Queen of Swansea" Copy of note found on the person of Captain Owens No. 2. The "Queen of Swansea" got on the rocks of Gull Island, Cape John, N. F., in lat.49 deg. 59 min., and along .55 deg. 11 min.w ., or thereabouts, on the 12th December 1867. Consisting on board, altogether, seven hands of the crew and the master, which was eight in number of the ship's company, and six passengers and a pilot, two of the passengers being females; altogether on board, fifteen souls. The captain and mate and seven men and two females land on the Gull Island by means of a rope at six o'clock A.M., on the 12th December, 1867, just as we stood, neither bread, nor eatables, nor clothes. Botswain, Pilot and one of the ship's crew went away with the ship, and a married man, who was one of the passengers. All these four perished with the ship. This is written on the Island after landing, by me. (signed) JOHN OWENS Master of the "Queen" Power, Mullowney's step-brother. (signed) L. N. G. A monument located in the Cemetery at Tilt Cove was erected by the owners of the "Queen of Swansea", messers Richard Power & Co. of Swansea, Great Britain. TO THE MEMORY OF THE CREW AND PASSENGERS OF THE SHIP "QUEEN OF SWANSEA" WHO WERE WRECKED ON GULL ISLAND DECEMBER 12 1867 AND THERE PERISHED JOHN OWEN MASTER THOMAS MORGAN MATE AND SIX SEAMEN NAMES UNKNOWN PASSENGERS FELIX DOWSLEY WILLIAM HOSKINS PATRICK DUGGAN THOMAS POWER WILLIAM KENNDY GRINELDA HOSKINS CAROLINE STILSON After the story of the terrible ship wreck on Gull Island was told, a clammer arose for a lighthouse on the island. It was built in 1884 and its first keeper was Captain Mark Rowsell, the man who brought home the frozen bodies from the "Queen of Swansea". Facilities are now completely automated at the lighthouse on Gull Island. The light and fog alarms are operated in the winter time. SOURCE Loss of the Queen of Swansea--Information compiled by Mr. John Kelsey |
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