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The Mate of the “Norham Castle”

The incident on which this ballad is founded was related to me by a passenger, who was on board the “Norham Castle” during the same voyage on which the rescue had been effected off the Natal Coast.

Early in the morning, February 6th, 1895, the wreck of the “Fascadale” was sighted off the Impengali River, on a reef surrounded by a terrible surf, and Captain Duncan of the “Norham Castle” stood in towards her and called for volunteers to man the lifeboat, and try to effect a rescue. Mr Whitehead, chief officer, volunteered his services. It was found impossible to venture near, and swimming seemed out of the question. But, signalling to those on the wreck to do likewise, Mr Whitehead waited for the rebound of a wave, and with a lifebuoy and cord attached, or as another account says, with a log-line round his body, he leapt from the boat into the water, and was carried towards the wreck. A boy on board the “Fascadale,” Ferris by name, with a line and a lifebuoy leapt at the same time into the surge, and meeting Mr Whitehead on the top of a wave they tied the lines together and effected a communication by means of which 18 lives were saved. All this time the “Norham Castle” stood off, broadside on, to break the seas and give what shelter she could to the boat's crew. The men had barely left the wreck when a heavy sea broke it in two, and the “Fascadale” disappeared. The heroism of Whitehead, who had again leapt into the surf to save the life of the captain of the “Fascadale,” was accentuated by the fact, which was learned afterwards by my friend, that just before he sailed from home he had become engaged to be married.

Slow her down, and stand to sea,”
From his bridge the Captain cried,
Shore is somewhere on the lea!
When the “Norham Castle” slows,
There is danger close beside,
Every man aboard her knows.
And our stokers worked with will
As we turned her head to wind,
But the vessel nigh stood still;
And with dawn-light thro' the wrack,
God be praised, there, close behind,
Stared the stark reefs grim and black.

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Yea, and bitterer far to view,
On the cruel jagged rock
Lay a ship with all her crew,
Swept of bulwark, shorn of mast,
And we heard the breakers shock,
And we knew she could not last.
But her flag above the roar
Cried for succour thro' the gale,
And we stood toward the shore;
Yet we durst not venture near,
Tho' the good ship “Fascadale”
Sent us English cheer for cheer.
“Who will go?” the Captain cried,
“For I may not give command,”
And the mate, who stood beside,
With a quiver in his throat
For the girl he loved on land,
Said, “I'll dare it with the boat.”
So the brave men lowered away,
And the “Norham Castle” stood,
Half in wonder, half dismay,

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Making shift a wall to be
Against wind and water-flood,
As the life-boat took the sea.
And we watched the coxswain steer
Very cunningly and well,
But they could not come too near;
Cast out anchors, lion-bold,
In the hurly and the swell,
And we prayed the hemp might hold.
Then we saw how from the ship
One with rope about his waist
To the surges dared to slip,
But the rope was short of strand,
God! how terrible to taste
Life, and fail for reach of hand!
Then the mate rose up and said,
“Friends, I'll venture with a line,
Draw me back alive or dead;”
And the ship-wrecked raised a shout,
For his deed they could divine
As we paid his log-line out.

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So the swimmers rose and fell
Straining ever with one mind,
Till they met, and all was well;
Never such a deed was done
As they did, who spliced and twined,
In such sea-way, lines to one.
Very carefully they drew
All the drowning men along,
Tho' the wind a tempest blew,
And the life-boat, anchored, lay
In the breakers, firm and strong,
Till the last was safe away.
Then for home the life-boat turned—
How we wondered, how we hoped!
How the hearts within us burned!
For the doomed ship brake in twain
Where the dark reef seawards sloped,
And went under in the main.
But the “Norham Castle” stood
Like a wall against the tide,
To her purpose true and good,

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Never ship gave prouder hand,
As the crew came back beside,
To her gallant sailor band.
And we praised the “Norham's” mate
For a hero to the core,
Since he faced such odds of fate;
But he smiled, and answer sent—
“I've a girl I love ashore;
She commanded, and I went!”