CHAPTER 18
A TRUSTING MAN
(Richard S. Spofford - 1894)
Roger Hawes had faith. Perhaps not in the Almighty but faith in the
world around him. But some people are just too trusting. Hawes was one
of those people. But he trusted the wrong things at the wrong times.
He was also the captain of the three-masted centerboard schooner Richard
S. Spofford, sailing out of Boston.
It was a week or so before Christmas in 1894, and the loading of
the stone ballast in the hold of the 488-ton Spofford had just
been completed. With all hands onboard, the captain gave the order to
set sail for Darien, Georgia.
The schooner sailed along using every breath of wind, her bow
slicing the sea as she made her way south. By the day after Christmas,
the ship had sailed passed Cape Hatteras. The wind from the southeast
had begun to blow harder. Captain Hawes assumed it would shift to a
westwardly flow and decided to sail in closer to shore so that his
ship wouldn’t be blown into the Gulf Stream where he might possibly
lose control.
The wind reached gale force and shifted to the west just as he
predicted. It blew so strongly that Captain Hawes couldn’t turn the Spofford
about on the offshore tack for fear of losing his mainsail. So he kept
his ship as she was, confident that he could reach the sheltered area
on the other side of Cape Lookout and anchor there until the storm
blew over. Having made the decision to do so, he trusted that it was
the right one.
To reduce sideways movement, Hawes ordered the Spofford’s
centerboard be lowered through her keel. With that done, she drew only
20 feet of water. However, the trusting captain ordered no soundings
taken throughout that afternoon and evening. So confident was Hawes
that he went to bed as usual and slept until 3:00 A.M., when a
premonition of danger woke him. He decided that perhaps he should
check the depth of the water. But he was too late.
Instead of being a few miles east of Cape Lookout, the ship was
actually only a few miles west of Cape Hatteras. There, Hawes found
only shoals and reefs and breakers at the entrance to Ocracoke Inlet,
and no deep water or protection from the wind.
The ship bumped along from shoal to shoal in the pitch blackness,
tossing the captain and crew about like rag dolls. Finally, the Spofford’s
centerboard became wedged in the sand, acting like a pivot on which
she swung back and forth. The heavy surf soon drove her around
broadside, pulling the centerboard violently from the hull. The ship
then drifted over the outer bar into calmer water on the other side.
"Drop anchors," Captain Hawes shouted, "before she
drifts further." The seven crewmen hurriedly dropped both
anchors, but the current and wave action dragged the ship closer to
shore. She finally came to rest on the inner bar about 300 yards from
the beach. Opposite lay the sleepy Outer Banks village of Ocracoke,
North Carolina.
The next morning, several people from the village gathered on the
beach, gazing out at the stranded ship. They just stood there and
watched, making no effort to rescue the crew, for they didn’t have
any lifesaving equipment. Neither did they attempt to notify either
the lifesaving station located 14 miles away on the east end of
Ocracoke Island or a second one across the Hatteras Inlet at
Portsmouth.
Seeing that the people standing on the beach weren’t going to
help them, the crew of the Spofford realized that their lives
were completely in their own hands. Storm-driven waves continued to
pound the ship, by now half under water. Just before noon, five crew
members launched the schooner's yawl and headed for the beach, leaving
Captain Hawes, the steward, and a third crewman on board. But the
waves were so rough that the yawl turned over almost as soon as it
cleared the ship. Each of the men in it grabbed whatever he could find
to hang on to and road the swells to the inner breakers where the
villages rescued them.
Earlier in the day, Keeper F. G. Terrell of the Portsmouth Station
saw the Spofford, but he couldn’t tell if she were in danger.
He decided to gather whatever volunteers he could and started across
the inlet in an old rowboat. Unfortunately, Terrell had little
equipment to work with since his station was new and not completely
equipped. When he reached the scene of the shipwreck, he sent word to
the lifesaving station on Ocracoke Island. He tried to muster a crew
to row out to the wreck in the ship’s yawl, but no one volunteered.
The Ocracoke lifesavers arrived at 8:00 P.M.. By that time, the
captain, steward, and the third crewman had sought refuge on the
schooner’s bowsprit, the only part of the wreck where they could be
clear of the breakers. Huddled together, they clung to the bowsprit
throughout that cold December night.
The lifesavers from Ocracoke station had to wait until dawn to
attempt a rescue. Because of the darkness, it was difficult to see the
ship to shoot a line out to it with the Lyle gun. As soon as the first
rays of sunlight poked above the horizon, Terrell shot a line over to
the ship. Captain Hawes secured it to the mast and shortly thereafter,
he found himself being hauled ashore in the breeches buoy. The other
crewman soon followed. Unfortunately, the steward, suffering from
previous injuries and the numbing cold, had died, his body still
lashed to the rigging.
Because of the wet and cold and the 14-mile walk back to their
station, the feet of the Ocracoke lifesavers swelled so much that they
couldn’t get their boots back on for two days. As soon as the
weather had cleared, several of the villages rowed out to the wreck
and removed the steward’s dead body, the ship’s furniture, and
what remained of the rigging, which Captain Hawes sold on the beach
before leaving Ocracoke, a disillusioned, despondent, and much less
trusting man than before. |