EXCERPT FROM DIARY OF A VOYAGE FROM MADEIRA TO THE SANDWICH ISLANDS (Hawaii) VIA CAPE HORN ABOARD AN ENGLISH SAILING VESSEL: Dec. 31. At dawn we had a forewind accompanied by such intensely cold weather that no one could go up the hatchway. After breakfast, the tossing increased, and it was difficult to stand even though you held on to the ropes firmly. At ten o'clock they put up an awning as the wind was growing stronger. When lunch was ready, we asked some friends to go for ours, since we knew that we would never be able to balance ourselves or the food. By now the crew was forced to continue working, but they had to be tied with ropes to prevent them from being thrown into the sea. At times the ship would be on a sharp incline and would miss the wave, but the result was a severe blow which felt as if the ship were being torn in two. It continued this way throughout the day. At 3 p.m. the twentieth death aboard occurred when one of the young boys who had stowed away left this life. He was Manoel dos Reis, a native of São Jorge, and had been accompanied by his brother Francisco. The ship's doctor reported that his death had been the result of a fall he had received while carrying two buckets of water. But there were rumors to the effect that one of the sailors had been responsible, for he had squeezed Manoel and that Manoel had felt a severe pain in his back on that occasion. We were now at Cape Horn, 120 miles from land, in 56' 48" S. Lat., 66' 24" W. Long. At 5 p.m. the wind became stronger and the sea ugly. This was one storm we would never survive, so we thought. Our dishes and our food rolled with the ship; our trunks and boxes were scattered about. There wasn't a passenger aboard who wasn't crying or singing the Bemdito or the Terço. The air was heavy with the odors of alecrim and other herbs. Luiz Madeira, one of our passengers who had been in the Portuguese Navy, kept trying to hearten us. He went up on deck to observe the weather conditions, and returned to us with this message: "Boys, I see that the storm is bad, and we may all be lost. Let us get our Virgem da Nossa Senhora do Monte and ask her to pray to her blessed Son that this storm will be appeased, and that we may arrive safely at our destination." Some began to cry again, but those who were more courageous sang the Terco and the Bemdito. Others brought blessed branches for us to toss into the angry sea. As midnight was approaching, the first mate, who was a good friend of ours, rang in the New Year with a little bell, but he did it so suddenly that we mistook it for a danger signal. Sleep was fitful that night, for we had little hope of seeing the light of the first day of the new year. Jan. 1, 1888. There was no change in the storm at daybreak. Three sails could be seen opposite us, so we knew that they too had weathered the storm. At two o'clock in the afternoon, the young men and women came together to see our Lapinha, and then they all sang the Bemdito. One of them picked up the image of the Christ-Child and ran about the ship to give all the passengers an opportunity to kiss Him. Many wept, thinking of the happiness they had left behind them in Madeira; others because they feared that at any moment they would be swallowed up by these angry waves, wept bitterly. One of them said through her tears, "Who better than I could be on land, eating the best of food? Why, the water with which I washed my pots at home would taste better than this dish of macaroni! But, after all, there is nothing I can do but live with this distress." And the storm continued, with the wind blowing as violently by nightfall. Jan. 2. We had two ships ahead of us, and a sailing vessel far behind. We were forced to clew our sails, there being only four unfurled. The wind was now blowing forcefully and seemed to carry with it everything that got in its way. It was rainy and cold, and we remained below the decks, with the sensation of having neither fingers nor toes nor noses. By five o'clock the weather had not changed; it was obvious that we had ahead of us another night of torment, bitterness, cold and hunger. Jan. 3. The storm was still with us. The hatchways were all closed because of the large waves which had tossed our ship from side to side. Our food had been reduced to half the amount we had been receiving, but it still was difficult to get. Early to bed that night for there was nothing else to do. Jan. 4. We have little to say today. The weather was the same, except that the cold had increased. At two o'clock we saw a large four-masted sailing ship but we did not know to what country it belonged. We went to bed at 8 p.m. and spent a miserably cold night. The clothes we had brought with us were not heavy enough to keep us warm. Jan. 5. We were awakened by the confusion which sailors cause when they wash the decks, So up we got and approached the first mate to inquire about the weather. He informed us that it was a little better now The ocean was still a bit choppy and the wind strong enough to be damaging. At 3 p.m., however, they unfurled the sails. We were all happy as we went to bed, for this night would be more favorable than the preceding ones. Jan. 6. When dawn broke, we were in a calm. but it was stilt very cold. As we went up on deck, some one said. "Thanks be to God for this good weather. Now those days are passed when we remained all day in our bunks. Let's take an airing." It was sad to see some of the young men and women. Those who were thirty years old or less looked like old people They had lost much weight , and their color was poor. After breakfast we all congregated near the capstan of the ship to make up for many lost moments. Some of us played dominoes, and others sang to the accompaniment of rajöes and guitars. We enjoyed ourselves immensely and completely forgot about eating. Early in the afternoon we saw a huge whale accompanied by, a great number of tuna fish To the east, far off in the distance, was a steamer; to the south, we saw a yacht; to the north, a bark was visible. Later in the afternoon there was more of the same type of entertainment. The first mate called out to us, "You should be happy now for we have crossed Cape Horn." We were even happier because we knew we were five sailing days away from the Horn. So we thanked God for having given us the good fortune of passing the Horn so quickly, for some ships have been delayed from forty to sixty days because of the storms in this region. Part of the time we traveled at a speed of four miles per hour; sometimes we could sail only half a mile per hour. 57' 59" S. Lat., 70' 10" W. Long. Jan. 7. We had a favorable wind at dawn, with a calm sea, but it was still bitterly cold. So this day passed, leaving us bitter and depressed. We traveled ten miles today. Jan. 8. We had a fairly strong wind on the quarter. At 2 p.m. the wind increased followed by darkness and rain two hours later. Now the sails were nearly all furled, and fortunately so, for by six o'clock the sea was very rough. When night fell at 10:30, the ship rocked like a cradle. The tossing of the ship and the clatter of the dishes as they fell made the night a sleepless one for us. Jan. 9. The wind was gentler at dawn, but the sea angrier. By noon, no one was allowed on deck. Some pots had fallen off the stove and had hit some of the men and two of the women passengers who happened to be nearby. One woman was so badly cut that she was taken to the ship's hospital and was treated by the doctor. Jan. 10. Today the wind kept changing its direction. The few who went to get their food had to hold on to the ropes and cables. Most of us were content to remain in our bunks cold and hungry. Jan. 11. The wind was calmer but the sea was still ugly. At 10 a.m. we saw an English bark far ahead of us, sailing south. At noon there was rain with a rough sea. The wind increased and was strong by the time we retired at 11:30. Today we traveled six miles per hour. 55' 34" S. Lat., 79' 8" W Long. Jan. 12. When we arose our first thoughts were of the distance we had covered during the night. The report that we had sailed at a rate of two miles per hour was disheartening. The wind was against us at 8 a.m., the sea rough and the fog exceedingly dense. The wind increased that evening, and during the night the tossing of the ship kept us awake This was another night of torment. 54' 39" S. Lat., 78' 7" W. Long.
At the Chilean station, Cabo de Hornos there is a beach made up of smooth stones, many covered with algae. From there you may climb a steep wooden staircase o the top of the 40 meter cliff to the Chilean naval station which is manned by three sailors sent from Puerto Williams, 70 miles North. The Chilean sailors there will welcome you, ask you to sign the guest book and will stamp your passport "Cabo de Hornos". There is a small chapel there called Stella Maris, "Star of the Sea," dedicated to those sailors who had been lost at sea going around the Horn. A monument was erected in 1989 to commemorate those passages. The monument is dedicated to all the captains and crews from all over the world, who have made the long journey around Cape Horn, and to those who have lost their lives in the process. There is also a newer, large metal monument where one can distinguish that the Rorschach abstract cut-out in the shape of a flying Albatros with it's wings outstretched above the jagged cliff edge and the wave swept sea.