Morgan Robertson

“ A few minutes later a frightful cry rang out from forward, followed by shouts from Sandy, who was seen frantically descending the fore rigging, and from the carpenter, who appeared round the corner of the forward house, white of face, and holding his right arm tightly.
"Man fallen from aloft, sir," he called, and groaned with his own pain. Forward they tumbled—the two mates and the men on deck—and looked on a horrid sight. Dennis lay sprawled on the deck, one leg on the fore-hatch, the other doubled under him, while his neck was twisted so that he looked over his shoulder. ”

“ The mate glowered into the hard face of the shipping-master and said, contemptuously: "It'll take me a month to lick 'em into shape. I never saw a good crew shipped out o' Frisco yet."
"And ye never will in an American ship while ye treat men like wild animals," said the other, who, with his money in his pocket, felt independent and virtuous. "Ye feed them on condemned navy stores, keep them up in their watch below, and hammer them with pump-brakes; then ye expect good men to ship deep-water. All the good men are in the coasters. ”

“ This officer returned alone an hour later, and reported to the captain and mate a wondrous thing, and a shameful thing—that no sooner was the dying man lifted to the dock, with his dunnage, by the tug men, than he sprang to his feet, shouldered his bag, uttered an Irish whoop, and, accompanied by his sorrowful friend Sandy, raced up the wharf and entered the short streets close by. ”