From the San Francisco Call newspaper, Tuesday, 28th March 1893, page 7: " AN ICE BOUND SHIP - A GHASTLY CREW OF FROZEN SAILORS - A WEIRD TALE OF THE SEA - While in Cape Horn Tempest the Drumcraig Meets a Bark with Death the Helmsman - A story of the sea as weird as any conceived by the authors of the 'Ancient Mariner' or the 'Frozen Pirate'or other wonderful creations of the imagination reached here yesterday, through a sea captain from the storm-lashed waters below Cape Horn. It was a wild, ghastly, awful picture of a ship, sheeted in ice and snow, carried high on a rugged and jagged iceberg that swept a frightened crew while their ship was on the brink of disaster, tossed by the fury of a storm. The frozen ship was manned by frozen sailors, who seemed lashed to the silent shrouds as the specter bark wandered on through the storms of the shuned and desolate Antarctic regions. The story was told by Captain Atkinson, recently of the ship Thirlmere, who arrived from England to command the ship Goodrich in place of Captain Williams, who committed suicide. Captain Atkinson was told the story by Captain Spurring, of the Drumcraig, who saw the frozen ship while rounding Cape Horn in his trip from San Francisco to Liverpool. Captain Atkinson had met Captain Spurring just as he had arrived in Liverpool. According to the story of Captain Spurring, as related by Atkinson, the Drumcraig had a fair and uneventful passage to the region of Cape Horn, where fearful weather was encountered. When about off the tip of the Horn, beyond Diego Ramirez, the ship was tossing in a veritable hurricane. The air was terribly cold and was half the time filled with driving hail and snow, and the ship pitched terribly in the tempestuous sea. Seas rolled over the decks, and the vessel and her rigging were encased in ice. Here an accident happened that saved the ship. As the vessel drove and pitched through the seething sea the lookout could see but a little way ahead through the blinding storm. Suddenly the lower fore-topsail yard was torn away by the storm and the captain quickly brought the vessel up to the wind. But a few minutes later, as the air cleared a little, a tremendous iceberg, nearly 200 feet high, loomed dimly into view. If the vessel had continued on she would undoubtedly have crashed into the mountain of ice and found a grave where she struck. The iceberg passed so close that a sailor threw a biscuit upon it. Suddenly, as the iceberg slowly veered around, there came into view a sight that chilled the marrow in the bones of the Drumcraig's crew. On a portion of the jagged berg rested a wooden bark as cold and lifeless and more ghastly than the ice that bore her. Her sails were set and were sheets of ice. Her shrouds were white and stout icicles hung from the rigging. Irregular banks of ice and snow reached as high as the deck, which were piled and sheeted in the shrouding ice. There were rounded piles that the frightened sailors were sure were frozen men, and lashed to the rigging and shrouded in the all-enfolding ice were two sailors who were still at their posts as their vessel swept on commanded by Death, but guided by neither wheel nor compass. The unknown bark bad been caught in the ice somewhere in the region of No Man's Land— how long ago, no one can guess — and then began her weird and spectral voyage, the sport of perpetual storms and icy currents. The bark may some day float in water again and might even, by a rare chance, be picked up and its story of death revealed. But the Drumcraig's crew had no inclination to investigate the blood-curdling mystery even if they had not been struggling for life with the Storm King, and they passed on through the storm as quickly as possible, leaving the spectral ship and the story of disaster and death to the winds and the trackless waters that claimed it. "