No person could be more kind to me than
Mr. Corning, and my endeavor was to recipro-
cate. He was much pleased with the cattle and
the same year gave me a draft on Baring Broth-
ers, London, to go-and buy another lot. They
were similar to the first purchase, and being so
successful in bringing them out I did not in-
sure. Took the whole steerage and filled it with
cattle and feed. Just before we got to the
banks of Newfoundland a heavy storm came
upon us, shattered our bulwarks and swept off
our galley. This storm blew us back 300 miles;
the hatches were closed, and the waves sent
their foaming white-caps and heavy spray over
us in quick rapidity; no air could be conveyed
into the steerage, consequently the cattle broke
loose, were jumbled up together and died in
their suffocation and confusion. Such a spec-
tacle I never before beheld, as each animal was
drawn up to be deposited in its watery grave.
I had become attached to several of the beauti-
ful animals that thus suffered and perished, as
I fed and nursed them on the voyage; I thought:
of the kindness and liberality shown me by Mr.
Corning and felt that he would blame me for
not insuring.
When the calm came I began to reckon on the
loss, and found that gentleman’s would not be
less than $8,000. My embarrassment was most
trying, although I was not ashamed to meet Mr.
