Capt. Moore's Story.

_Terrific gale and snow storm assailed her in Lake Superior._ Port Arthur, Nov. 10.--On board the Athabaska were Capt. James Moore, commander of the Algoma, [two] passengers and 11 of her crew. Those were all that were left of the [?] that sailed for this port from Owen Sound on the Algoma [last] Thursday. Following are the names of the survivors--W. J. Hull [?] W. B. McArthur, of Meaford. [?]; Capt. James Moore, first-mate [?] Hastings; second-mate, Richard [?]pson; wheelman, Henry Lewis; watchman, John C. McNally; fireman, [?] McColgar; deck-hands, R. Stevens, James Bolton, Daniel Laughlin; waiters, John McLean, George Mc[?], John McKenzie. The captain is badly injured. The ships papers [were] lost. Following is a list of the lost: Mrs. Dudgeon and her son aged [10], of St. Paul, Mr. and Mrs. Frost (or Foster), relatives of R. P. [Batehall], of Owen Sound; George Pettigrew, chief engineer; Alex. McDermott, of [Sarnia], second engineer; Mr. Mackenzie, purser, nephew of Alex. Mackenzie of Sarnia; Alex. Taylor, chief steward, of either Buffalo or Cleveland; Mr. Jones, steerage steward, of Scotland. The names of the deck hands, fireman, waiters and others of the crew can not be obtained. [The] story of disaster, as related by Capt. Moore, is that the Algoma passed through St. Marie [canal] [behind] this port last Friday at noon. Soon after reaching Lake Superior the wind began to freshen up from the northwest and a great bank of [?] clouds along the northern [horizon] denoted the approach of heavy weather. Realizing, however, that the Algoma was one of the strongest and most powerful steamers afloat, and well able to cope with even a severe [gale], captain Moore kept her on her [course] [but] as night approached the [wind] continued to increase in violence and by dark had developed into one of the [fiercest] and most destructive gales ever experienced on the upper lakes. [Before] midnight Lake Superior was [lashed] into a mass of seething foam. [While] the tempest roared and great [waves] swept completely over the struggling steamer. The situation was made all the more terrible by a blinding snow storm that set in before [morning]. It was impossible to see the length of the steamer. The passengers and crew were terrified beyond measure, and momentarily expected to see the steamer plunge to the bottom. By the instructions of Capt. Moore the officers went among the passengers tried to allay their fears. They were panic-stricken however, and huddled together in the cabin, where the screams and prayers of women and children could be heard above the thundering of the gale. Saturday morning Isle Royal was sighted, and Captain Moore headed the steamer for Rock Harbor, where he hoped to gain shelter. The island forms a natural harbor of refuge, but near the entrance there is a dangerous [reef], and just as the steamer was clearing the entrance she struck the [reef]. There was a terrific shock, and when the steamer came to a full stop, the passengers rushed out of the cabin and besought the officers to tell them what had happened. "We are on a reef," replied Capt. Moore, "But you will only keep as calm as possible I trust all will be safely [?]ded." Just then one of the crew reported that the steamer's bottom had been punctured and she was filling with water. The boats were at once got in readiness, and all started to leave the steamer, but just as they were about to lower them the steamer slipped off the reef and disappeared with an angry roar. The latter was covered with the struggling [forms] of men and women, and then [it] was over. Only fourteen lives to tell the tale. These got into one of the boats, but were powerless to save themselves, as they were without oars. Capt. Moore, however, wrenched a [?]otboard from the bottom of the boat, and with that as a paddle succeeded in working the boat to the [island], where the survivors were picked up by the Athabaska. Tugs are now at the scene of the wreck. One of the recent passengers give a graphic account of the terrible scenes before and after the wreck. "It's no use to describe the [?]," said he, "nothing worse ever ocurred on earth. In their madness, when the waves were washing the [wreck] a number threw themselves into [the] foaming billows. Others, when a great wave would pass off the deck, [?] was swaying from side to side were swept into the sea like a feather. A few hung on to the ropes or to the masts, but the majority seemed to abandon themselves in wild alarm and despair. Even the crew seemed powerless so stricken were they with the awful suddenness of the disaster. meanwhile, the boat rapidly went to pieces, dashed against the rocks. The crew, all of whom except the waiters had clung to the rigging. managed during the lull in the storm to place themselves ina lifeboat. They cut the fastenings, and in an instant a wave swept them from the ill-fated wreck. Amid the roar of the wind and the dashing of the waves the boat was borne onward. Two of the passengers had managed to place themselves in the boat before it was cut away from the wreck. Any efforts that had been made to launch the boats during the early confusion and horror has failed. Meantime the lifeboat and its occupants had a terrible experience on the lake. All who could bound themselver to the boat, while the remainder held onto the sides, expecting every moment to meet their death by drowning or from exposure and cold. Once the boat was turned over with the waves, and one of the crew was washed away, but the frail craft righted itself and was swept on incomparative darkness. After half an hour the boat suddenly struck some rocks. The inmates feared all was over with them when the craft capsized, but to their surprise when thrown out the water was only a foot deep, and they discovered that they were on land. After remaining there an hour or more exposed to the elements the storm abated and the sky clouded. They then discovered that they were on Isle Royal, and that the vessel had been wrecked about one mile from shore on great boulders near the channel. It was about ten o'clock in the morning and the crew remained there until late evening, when the Athabasca came along and picked them up.