Category: Rescues!

Was Thrown Overboard

Posted by – November 18, 2013

Steele Scrapbook – January 26, 1892



The Story Told by a Half-Drowned Italian Saved Near Claymont.



Special Dispatch to The North American.

WILMINGTON, Del., Jan. 26.—”For God’s sake save me before I drown.” These were the cries that startled the people at the Delaware and Pennsylvania line, near Claymont, last evening. The cries came from the river. A boat put out immediately from one of the piers and effected the rescue of an Italian who was going down for the last time. He had been in the water fifteen minutes.

When taken into the boat he said he had been thrown from a passing tug after the most brutal treatment. His face and body bore awful evidence of the treatment he had received from the seamen. The matter will be laid before the Italian Consul at Philadelphia.



Ruthlessly Stolen From From Alf

They Were Nearly Dead

Posted by – November 18, 2013

January 28, 1892


Three Gentlemen Saved From the Delaware Near Burlington.

Special Dispatch to The North American.

BURLINGTON, N. J., Jan. 28.—The breaking up of the ice in the Delaware to-day was attended with two exciting and perilous episodes. Commodore Rogers, of the Burlington Ice Yacht Club, was sailing, accompanied by Edward Wooden. The moving ice warned him too late of his danger, for when he headed the ice-yacht for the Jersey shore there was fifty feet of water between the ice and the land. He tacked and ran for Burlington Island, but before reaching terra firma the ice broke up and the commodore and young Wooden had to cling to the capsized yacht until the water chilled them and they became almost helpless.

Dr. R. G. Stowell, of Burlington, who was crossing to Bristol on foot, was clinging desperately to an ice floe which was growing every moment smaller. Barney Williams saw the desperate plight of the three men and went at once to the rescue of Dr. Stowell in a batteau. When that feat was accomplished he turned his attention to the unfortunate yachtsmen and succeeded in getting them safely into his little craft.


From the collection of The Comtesse DeSpair
The 1892 Morbid Scrapbook