Rogue Wave, 1905, and the Squarerigger British Isles

British Isles

We recently have had several posts regarding rogue waves – a review of Susan Casey’s new book The Wave and the BBC Documentary  Freak Waves.   Oceanographers generally dismissed reports of rogue waves as wild exaggerations or “sea stories,” until a rogue wave was documented hitting the Draupner platform in the North Sea off the coast of Norway on January 1, 1995.   While rogue waves may not have been scientifically documented until 1995, ships’ captains have been reporting them for many decades.   Here is an account of a rogue wave from the deck of  three masted windjammer British Isles attempting to round Cape Horn in the winter of 1905.  The account sounds almost exactly like the descriptions given in the BBC documentary by two ship’s captains of cruise ships struck by rogue waves almost a hundred years later.

From Captain James P. Barker’s memoir, The Log of a Limejuicer:

At that moment the moon, which had been hidden behind a thick blanket of scurrying clouds, broke through a rift to reveal a scene which caused me to gasp with astonishment and awe. . . . There, stretching endlessly north and south, a mighty wall of water, towering high above its fellows and making them appear insignificant by comparison, was rolling towards the British Isles.

So far as the ship was concerned nothing could be done, for she was hove to under fore and main lower topsls, and a storm fore topmast stays’l. The helm was hard down, with relieving tackles hooked onto the tiller; under which conditions the duty of the man-at-the-wheel was simply to stand on the grating, gripping a spoke tightly in each mitten-covered hand. Making a lee drift of seven points, she was creating that swirl and smooth to windward which has often proved the salvation of sailing ships.

The graybeard was racing towards us at a speed of not less than forty miles an hour, and only a few minutes would elapse ere it reached us. The members of the second mate’s watch, down on the main deck clearing up running gear, were in imminent danger of being swept away to death.

“On the main deck therel Let everything stand! Jump into the rigging—quick! Climb high, and hang on for your lives!”

In response to my orders, I had the satisfaction of seeing dim forms mounting the ratlines to the maintop. When I felt sure that everybody had left the main deck I again turned and looked to windward, where I saw that the space between us and the onrushing wall of water had greatly decreased. I then ran to the wheel, urged the helmsman to hang on, and myself grasped the spokes to await the inevitable impact.

The suspense was an agony to me, as I thought of my family lying helpless in the cabin below. The colossal graybeard seemed to approach with tantalizing slowness during these last few moments; but finally the ship slid down into an enormous hollow, and the water to windward, rising like a frowning cliff and blotting out the moon, cast us for perhaps a split second into deep shadow. . . .

Thoughts flashed through my mind: ‘The end of the voyage for us all—the old ship’s gone!”

The foaming crest rose and curled over with a vast sigh, and in the curling seemed to touch the tips of the lower yardarms. My God, what a sea! The ship fell over so far and so deep down to leeward that I expected her to turn turtle.

There was a terrific roar. Then—chaos! The ship was completely engulfed in the swirling maelstrom fore and aft. Overwhelmed by that depth of water, not a single elevated structure along the whole length of the decks could be seen. That the helmsman and myself were not swept overboard like match sticks seemed miraculous to me, for the sea had rushed over the poop more than a fathom deep. I raised my bruised body from beneath the smashed wheelbox. The helmsman was jammed hard under the tiller and relieving tackle; but apart from being half drowned he appeared to have suffered no serious injury, for he pulled himself from his uncomfortable position and with nothing more than a throaty curse resumed his station at the undamaged wheel.

As the ship and her crew recovered from the great shock, I heard the faint cries of a man in dire distress. Not from any one caught and bodily injured on the main deck did those pitiful wails come but, even above the droning of the wind, from out of the darkness far down to leeward. . . . Whoever he might be he was doomed, for we aboard the British Isles were helpless to render any assistance. The condition of the ship was at this moment unknown, but there certainly lurked in my mind the thought that she might be in a state bordering on foundering.

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Rogue Wave, 1905, and the Squarerigger British Isles — 4 Comments

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  2. I have spent lots of time in the Bering sea, gulf of Alaska , Grand Banks , and George’s banks . Anyone who doesn’t believe rouge waves exist hasn’t spent any time at sea and they should because they would change there thoughts on rouge waves. I have been smashed up , beat up and scared almost to tears . So the story of the British isles at Cape Horn I can honestly say I know how captain James barker was feeling watching that big sea coming at him

    Thanks captain Michael Gallup

  3. Looking for my great grandfather … he sailed on the “British Isles” on or before 1895.. George Griffith Jones… cant find any history on him but have hand written letters from marked ‘Cardiff May 8th 1895’ – references indicating he was a steward and it would seem he served on the ship for a no. of years .. moved to Australia where his daughter was born in 1904… no history showing…

  4. Hi Cathy,

    I’ve just finished reading the account of the British Isles by Capt. James Barker (“Log of a Limejuicer: The Experiences under sail of James P. Barker, Master Mariner, as told to [his son]Roland Barker” – Huntington Press, New York, 1933) and was following up the ship British Isles when I read your request for information.

    The book doesn’t deal with the period of your grandfather’s time in the ship but I have a suggestion for you which might prove useful.

    The Maritime History Archives at Memorial University, St. John’s, Newfoundland, Canada holds about 80% of British shipping crew lists from the 1860s to about 1913. You may be able to obtain copies of the crew lists for the British Isles from this archives. They do charge a fee to copy and mail them. You will need to provide them with the name and official number of the ship (which, for the “British Isles” is 87992). The website for the archives is: https://www.mun.ca/mha/

    Good luck,

    Cheers!

    Eric

    Eric Ruff, FCMA
    Curator Emeritus
    Yarmouth County Museum
    Yarmouth, Nova Scotia, Canada