WRECKS ❖ ❖ Ships N through S (11) ❖ ❖

Wrecks Log No. 3 ❖ ❖ Ships N-S (11)
Work in progress.

NORTH BEND

Capt. Theodore Hansen

Aground 1928

The 981-ton, 4-masted schooner NORTH BEND, built by Kruse & Banks in 1921 for their own account, figured in a 1928 marine mishap with a final outcome so remarkable that it was featured in the well-known syndicated newspaper feature, Ripley's Believe It Or Not.

Schooner NORTH BEND 
taking a break on the beach.

Photo from archives of the Saltwater People Hist. Scty©

      "While inbound for Astoria, 89 days from Adelaide, the schooner, in charge of Capt. Theodore Hansen, attempted to cross the bar without a pilot. As she was turning on the ranges at the river mouth, the wind suddenly died and she was driven by the current onto a shoal off Buoy No. 8 near Peacock Spit. The stranding occurred at 2:30 on the morning of 15 February. The Coast Guard cutter SNOHOMISH and the Astoria tug ARROW No. 3 went to the assistance of the schooner and the tug succeeded in getting a hawser aboard, but while taking up the slack the line broke. On the second attempt the schooner was freed briefly, but an extremely heavy sea struck her, again broke the line, and drove her back on Peacock Spit. The crew had, in the meantime, been removed by the Cape Disappointment lifesaving crew. Ensuing heavy seas and high winds drove the NORTH BEND well up on the beach, upright, and intact. The crew returned and stood by her for sometime until salvage efforts were abandoned. After lying abandoned on the beach for 13 months, the winter gales of 1929 washed the sand away from the hull and formed a half-mile channel to the sheltered waters of Bakers Bay on the other side of the spit. With little assistance, the NORTH BEND refloated herself and on 11 February, was taken down the channel to the bay. A survey revealed only minor hull damage, and she was subsequently purchased by the Arrow Tug & Barge Co. of Astoria, and converted to a barge."

The H. W. McCurdy Marine History of the PNW. Gordon Newell, editor

Superior Publishing Co. 1966

Further NORTH BEND notes from the above mentioned Newell book.

• 1926 "Sailing sentimentalists were touched by two events during the spring. On 17 March the 4-masted schooner NORTH BEND, 72 days from Wanganui, NZ, foamed proudly past the tug which was awaiting her off the Columbia River sailed before a 24-mile northwesterly wind up the river and into the Port of Astoria. It was the first time such a sight had been seen in many years and the last." 
• 1940 "The NORTH BEND, a former 4-masted schooner of 1921 which had survived her 1928 stranding on Peacock Spit, finally met her end on the southern Oregon coast. She left the Umpqua River lumber-laden in tow of the tug UMPQUA and began leaking badly after getting to sea. An effort was made to get her into Coos Bay, but she stranded 23 September on the north spit after crossing the bar. She was later refloated, but was found to be in such unseaworthy condition that she was taken out to sea and allowed to drift ashore just north of Cape Arago Light, where the hull was later burned for scrap."

PATTERSON
Blt. 1883 at Brooklyn, N. Y. as a survey vessel.
Owned by Alaska Patterson, Inc.
Wrecked 11 Dec. 1938, Cape Fairweather, AK.
Lost: Capt. Gustaf F. Swanson and winchman James Moore.

Wreck of the PATTERSON, December 1938.
Cropped photo from the archives of the S.P.H.S.©

Whip-lashed by the surf at Cape Fairweather, the MS PATTERSON had been en route from Kodiak to Seattle.  Eighteen other seamen were eventually rescued after supplies had been dropped to them from the air. The USCG cutters SPENCER and HAIDA eventually rescued the survivors.
Disaster Log of Ships, James A. Gibbs.

PESCAWHA
27 Feb. 1933
Lost: Capt. Victor H. Riley

Deadman's Hollow, Long Beach, WA.
Two original photos and one litho card
from the archives of S.P.H.S.

 After her brush with the law, the PESCAWHA became a black sheep among seafarers. She was sold and re-sold and spent much of her time straining at her lines for another chance to go back to sea.
     The scene takes place eight years after her capture by the ALGONQUIN. The PESCAWHA now had the American flag flying from her staff and had become a reformed unit of illegal trades. She shoved off from her berth on what was to be her last voyage. The date was 27 Feb 1933, and the scene was on the lower Columbia.
      The PESCAWHA a few months earlier had been sold to an adventurer who proceeded to interest a party of ten young men in what was said to be a whaling expedition. The vessel was fitted with special gear and equipment for capturing and rendering whales.
      Her crew of amateur mechanics installed a balky Maxwell car engine on the deck, where they could administer to its humor. A makeshift belt transmitted power to the propeller.
      Despite the fact that a southwester was blowing, the PESCAWHA put out to sea, her sails clewed down and the Maxwell purring. Her course was down the middle of the channel. She should have hugged the south edge of the waterway to allow for drift in the port tack.
      The Maxwell faltered and died off buoy No. 10, and the set of the ebb tide put the vessel into the north jetty. Her skipper was crushed against the housing as the lifeboat was knocked from the davits while the crew was attempting to put it over the side, the other crew members survived, reaching the jetty on debris. Their escape was regarded as remarkable for the ebb was sweeping along the huge boulders of the jetty with considerable force. The PESCAWHA was reduced to splinters with the wheel being the largest piece of wreckage found by beachcombers.
      The body of Capt. Victor H. Riley, of Oregon City, was recovered in Deadman's Cove.
      When gray dawn broke over the bar, the PESCAWHA was no more, and there off the jetty, her pranks of dodging the law, and her attempts at reformation had their closing together."
Above text: James A. Gibbs Jr. Pacific Graveyard. 
Binfords & Mort, 1950.

PERDITA

Capt. H. H. McAlpine

Blt Seattle, 1903.

Lost: 10 October 1911

Near Port Ludlow, WA.

Steamer PERDITA

Original photo, by Joe Williamson, 

before she was lengthened;

 from the archives of the Saltwater People Historical Society.©

The Str. PERDITA Burned to the Waterline--A Total Loss

"The Inland Navigation Co.'s steamer PERDITA, which for a time was on the island run [San Juan Islands], caught fire c. 2 miles off Port Ludlow and was burned to the water's edge. The cause of the fire is believed to have started by an explosion of the heater which raises the temperature of the oil before it enters the burners. It is said to have been the luckiest marine disaster in the history of Sound shipping. The vessel burned like tinder which drove all on board into the icy waters before a single lifeboat could be launched, and in spite of the fact that all hands drifted about a full half-hour before help arrived, there was not a single death or near fatality."

"The PERDITA made her first trip on the island run in May 1908. She was faster than the ROSALIE and got in so early that a few people got left".

San Juan Islander. 23 May 1908

PRESIDENT MADISON
Later renamed PRESIDENT QUEZON
when sold to the Philippines.
American Mail Liner
8,341-tons
Todd Shipyards, Seattle.
Lost: 1 worker drowned March 1933.

PRESIDENT MADISON
American Mail Liner March 1933
Todd Shipyards
Original Photo from the S. P. H. S.©

27 March 1933:
Half submerged with only her superstructure preventing her from going to the bottom, the luxurious liner, PRESIDENT MADISON, is seen here at her dock at Todd Shipyard, Seattle. She was undergoing repairs with several forward plates on the starboard side were removed to be replaced, when suddenly she started to capsize. The Coast Guard and Seattle Patrol had men and equipment on the job at once. Sadly, Carl Ekberg, 40, a junior engineer was drowned in the engine room. The PRESIDENT MADISON was pumped out, righted and lay idle for six years. 

1934: "One of the worst gales in many years swept the Puget Sound area on 21 October with SW winds up to 70 mph, causing damage in the millions of dollars to shipping, buildings and standing timber. The American Mail Line PRESIDENT MADISON figured in another spectacular mishap at Seattle when she was torn from her moorings at the outer end of Pier 41 (later Pier 91) and went drifting across the harbor, crashing into the stern wheel steamer HARVESTOR of Skagit River Navigation & Trading Co and sinking her in deep water. She also collided with steamship NORTH HAVEN of Northland Transportation Co, inflicting considerable damage to her.

1940: The liner, the former PRESIDENT MADISON, a vessel that had acquired something of a reputation as a jinx-ship during her later years in the Northwest, was converted to a freighter at Todd Shipyards and sold to the Philippine Mail Line. She sailed from Long Beach, CA on 6 January with a 10.500-ton general cargo for the Orient, after which she was to be remodeled at Shanghai. While going to the rescue of another vessel in distress off the coast of Japan the big steamship, rechristened PRESIDENT QUEZON, ran aground on the island of Tangashima Island on 16 January and sank after mountainous seas swept her off the shoal into deep water. She carried a crew of 114 under Capt. C. Onrubia, and 11 passengers. One passenger was lost. Fifty-nine of the survivors arrived in Seattle 12 Feb. 1940, on the Nippon Yusen Kaisha line HEIAN MARU. 
The H.W. McCurdy Marine History of the PNW. Newell, Gordon, editor. Seattle, WA. Superior Pub. 1966.

PETER IREDALE

Wrecked: Oct. 1906

Capt. Lawrence

Lost: More than one trespassing salvager swept away on the first night of stranding while Capt. Lawrence camped on the beach nearby.

The text below by Rowena L. and Gordon D. Alcorn, 1985.

The wreck of the PETER IREDALE.

Original photo from archives of the S.P.H.S.

Today (1985) from the sands of Clatsop Spit, just south of the Columbia River's mouth, protrude only a few rusting metal ribs and bones of what was once a proud and graceful four-master, the PETER IREDALE. Wrecked on 25 October 1906, this British bark was a familiar visitor at Portland, Tacoma, and Seattle ports, which fairly bristled with tall rigging during the heyday of the "Wheat Fleet".

      The PETER IREDALE was built in 1890 at Maryport, but her home port was Liverpool, England. Her net tonnage was 1,994; she was 287.5-feet in length.

      On 20 June 1906 the IREDALE sailed from Newcastle, Australia loaded with coal for Salina Cruz, Mexico. When she arrived at that port, Captain H. Lawrence was notified that his ship had been chartered by Balfour, Guthrie & Co. to proceed to Portland to take on a load of wheat for the U.K.

      The IREDALE set sail from Salina Cruz on 26 September. It was perfect weather, and Capt. Lawrence, hoping to make a swift voyage up the coast, offering a bonus to all his crewmen if five days could be cut from the usual sailing time. The ship made excellent time until she was about a hundred miles south of the Columbia R., where she ran into dense fog. First Mate John W. Clayton was of the opinion that the ships speed should be slow in the thick weather. Capt. Lawrence felt confident that because he had made this passage so many times before, he could maintain top speed. He had been navigating by dead reckoning and was sure that their position was at least fifty miles off-shore. As the IREDALE sped along making what would be a record run, all her crewmen were thinking of that bonus.

      On the evening of 24 October, they were just 28 days out of Salina Cruz. It was still foggy but a strengthening wind seemed to indicate that the fog would be dissipated by morning; then the ship could be turned toward the mouth of the Columbia R.

      Early on 25 October, they were still in a "swelter of mist and fog", though a fierce gale was blowing. The ship was skimming along at a good clip when suddenly breakers were sighted. All hands were called to bring the ship about but the strong southerly gale, combined with the force of the current and the tide, drove the ship closer to shore. The IREDALE was now wallowing broadside in the troughs of the combers. Then, with a grinding crash, the ship slammed down against a shelving bar of Clatsop Spit!

      As she struck the sand, her mizen-mast snapped and toppled over the side, followed by the fore-mast and main-mast; only the jigger was left standing. The deck of the IREDALE was now a nightmarish mess of broken masts, spars, ropes, and ripped canvas. Miraculously, there were only slight injuries. As waves washed over the deck, Captain Lawrence ordered all hands to abandon ship. They attempted to lower the port lifeboat, but the heavy list made it impossible. With the heavy seas and tricky currents, they waited for help to come.

      News of the disaster reached both the Hammond and the Pt. Adams Life-Saving Stations shortly after the IREDALE was wrecked. The Pt. Adams surfmen pulled their lifeboat across several miles of sand, by a cart, in order to render assistance to the crew of the stricken vessel. By 9 AM the boats were starting to bring the shivering seamen ashore.

      William K. (Ken) Inman, who was  Justice of the Peace at Ilwaco, WA, has cause to remember this occasion, for he was at that time a member of the Cape Disappointment Life-Saving crew. Their station was located at Fort Canby, just inside the high headland that guards the north side of the Columbia River. Inman was in the Life-Saving Service for 8 years, from 1903 to 1911.

      Inman recalls the wreck of the PETER IREDALE vividly. "On the morning of 25 October 1906, a message was received at our station from Astoria.

      The PETER IREDALE has just been wrecked at Clatsop Spit... come and assist with the rescue.

      It had been foggy for more than two weeks, Inman relates. We pulled on out around Cape Disappointment and headed across the Columbia River. At Hammond Station, we tied up at the dock and ran over the dunes to where the IREDALE was aground not far offshore in the combers. Although we could barely see her through the fog she was obviously a total ruin. It was a ghostly sight she presented, with three of her masts snapped off.

Dedicated life-savers answering the call for help.

Original Litho postcard from the archives of S.P.H.S. 

By the time we arrived, boats were already bringing in the crewmen. The last surfboat came in through the breakers, and in it were Captain Lawrence and First Mate Clayton. I waded out waist-deep in the spume from the waves and carried Lawrence ashore. He was an Englishman, about forty or forty-five, and was neatly dressed. His well-trimmed Van Dyke beard was red. As I brought him in he told me that he thought that they were fifty miles out from the Columbia R. when his ship hit the beach south of the jetty.

      The former surfman smiled as he recounted what happened next. "Captain Lawrence had brought only three things with him from the wreck. In one arm he held the ship's log and sextant; in the other, he clutched a demi-john of whiskey. When I set him down on the dry sand, he thanked me very politely. Then he did a most surprising thing. Standing stiffly at attention, he peered sadly out at the battered hulk, then he solemnly and with great dignity, saluted his ship. 'May God bless you...and may your bones bleach to the sands.'"

      Clustered around the bedraggled crewmen were all of the surfmen who had helped with the rescue work. Captain Lawrence stood several minutes, then he turned around, placed the demi-john on the sand, and with a flourish of his hand he said, 'Boys, have a drink."

      The seamen from the PETER IREDALE were sheltered at Fort Stevens temporarily, then taken to Astoria, where they were turned over to the British Vice-Consul, P.L. Cherry. All their possessions were aboard the ship, so Cherry saw that they were provided with dry clothes, food, and a place to stay. After an investigation to determine the cause of the disaster, the men would be free to ship out on another boat."

      Captain Lawrence and First Mate Clayton camped on the sands of Clatsop Spit within sight of the ship, to prevent any unauthorized visits, but a small party managed to board the ship at low tide. When the visitors attempted to return to shore, strong swirling eddies in the out-going tide swept on the men around the end of the ship; and out to sea--the only casualty of the wreck. A few days later violent seas moved the ship further inland. Her stores and rigging were removed, but the hope of salvaging the IREDALE eventually was given up.

      In 1961, we visited the Fort Columbia Historical Museum, located a few miles up-river from Chinook, WA. With us was Ken Inman, who carried Captain Lawrence ashore that morning of 25 October 1906. In the room with the life-rings, stands the lifeboat in which he rowed with the crew from the Life-Saving Station at Cape D, across the river toward the scene of the disaster".

Text courtesy of The Puget Sound Maritime Hist. Society
Members Journal The Sea Chest; December 1985.

POINT LOMA
US STEAM SCHOONER
Blt. 1888, San Francisco
Owned by Grays Harbor Commercial Co.
Capt. Conway
Lost: 28 Feb. 1896
Loss of life: none.

POINT LOMA,
Wreck site 28 Feb. 1896
Cropped original photo from the S.P.H.S.©

The POINT LOMA was en route to San Francisco from Grays Harbor with lumber. The day prior to the wreck, one of the worst gales of that year struck the steamer and at midnight the engines broke down and water leaked into her hull and extinguished the fires in the boilers. The wind and high seas carried the ship toward the shore. Distress signals shot from her bridge were sighted by shore lookouts, and the Fort Canby lifesaving crew hustled down the beach to render aid. They launched a surf boat on several occasions but each time it ws repelled by the breakers. Finally, a line shot from the beach reached its mark. The crew of the wrecked steamer made it fast and the by means of a raft were successful in getting ashore without the loss of a man. Seventeen were saved. The vessel was pounded to pieces. The POINT LOMA was built at San Fransisco in 1888, one of the pioneer steam schooners to engage in coastwise lumber trades. She was last owned by the Grays Harbor Commercial Co. Her remains could be seen on the beach at low tide until a few years ago.
Above text from:
Pacific Graveyard. James A. Gibbs, Jr.
Binfords & Mort, 1950

PRINCESS MAY
Aground 5 August 1910
Sentinel Island, AK.
Lives lost: none.

PRINCESS MAY on the rocks.
Original photo signed on verso by O. T. Frasch
from the archives of the S. P. H. S.

"Alaska's most spectacular wreck. En route from Skagway, AK to Vancouver, BC on 5 August 1910, the Canadian Pacific's PRINCESS MAY, with 80 passengers and crew of 68, struck a reef almost under the eyebrows of Sentinel Island lightkeepers. The ship went on the rocks at high tide and at low water was perched high and dry. The tides in the Lynn Canal area have extreme ranges and the PRINCESS MAY picked one of the highest for her accident. All on board were easily transferred to boats and they enjoyed the hospitality of the lighthouse keepers. At a later high tide the ship was refloated.
      The stranding brought to light some unsavory facts about the PRINCESS MAY's past. She was originally an English ship, built for officials of a Chinese company as the CASS and had sailed under such names at the HATING, NINGCHOW, and ARTHUR. On one voyage while she was passing through the Suez Canal, the mate manhandled one of the Chinese crewmen and, in the fight, pulled off his queue. The others rose in mutiny, the decks ran with blood, and the officers were driven to the bridge. They ran up distress signals and finally got help from the British ashore. Capt. I. Pybus and the officers were taken ashore to recuperate while the crew was subdued and replaced. Capt. Pybus later became master of the Canadian Pacific's EMPRESS OF JAPAN. On a later occasion, the CASS tried to slip away from her Shanghai moorage, was pursued, and apprehended by chinese warships. Another time she was overrun by Chinese pirates and again became the scene of more bloodshed."
Above text from This Was Seafaring by Andrews and Kirwin. Superior Pub. 
In the Disaster Log of Ships, Jim Gibbs listed the damage to the ship at $20,000.
In H. W. McCurdy's Marine History of the P.N.W., editor Gordon Newell lists the salvage fee brought the total up to $115,000.

ROSECRANS

ON 127310

Blt. 1883 or 1884, Scotland

Capt. Lucien F. Johnson

Wrecked 7 Jan. 1913

Loss of life: Reports of between 31 and 33 crew.

ROSECRANS lost on Peacock Spit.

From the archives of the S.P.H.S.

"At the mention of Peacock Spit, shivers ran up the spines of the ancient mariners. On this shoal, which spreads like a malignant growth at the north portal of the Columbia Bar, countless ships have left their bones. Today the north jetty at the river entrance crosses over the spot where the spit formerly existed. Though a share of the spit remains, its treachery has somewhat subsided.

      On the morning of 7 Jan. 1913, the Assoc. Oil Co. tanker ROSECRANS (ex-COLUMBIA, ex-METHVEN CASTLE) was battling her way over the bar, inbound from San Francisco to Portland. The wind was blowing a steady 60-miles, driving with determined fury. The tanker labored under the weight of 20,000 barrels of crude oil. As thick weather closed down, Capt. L. F. Johnson lost his bearings and the big vessel overran the channel and drifted nearer and nearer to the dread sands of Peacock Spit. The wind whistled through her rigging in weird crescendos like a haunted organ in a graveyard. Then came that dreaded moment. She plowed head on against the spit, heaving crazily. The seas swept over her. A distress message crackled from her wireless. The lifesaving station on Cape Disappointment picked it up at 5:15 am. 

      There was no further contact with the ship. The lifesaving crew prepared for an immediate run to the wreck. Tension ran high. The river entrance was a solid mass of crashing breakers from north to south. 

      At 8 am the ROSECRANS broke in two, the sections literally ripped apart, rivets and all. The crew was forced to the rigging. But even in their perch they were swept off one after another by the rising avalanches of water. Finally only four remained. Blue from the cold and half mad, they stared blindly, hoping and praying that rescue would come.

      Then the lifeboat hove into sight, but almost too late. As it approached, only a mast rose from the turbulence. One of the four men clinging to it could not stand the suspense and hurled himself into the sea, swimming frantically. The strain was too much. The rescue crew pulled him aboard dead. The others waited impatiently until the boat got under the mast, and saved them. The bar had become so rough that refuge had to be sought at the nearby Columbia River Lightship. The boat in the interim was brought alongside with much difficulty and the men taken aboard. Suddenly a heavy swell struck and the craft broke away, bearing the corpse of the man who had leaped from the mast. It was never seen again.

      Several days passed before the survivors could be picked up from the lightship. High seas persisted even after the storm had run its course. When the rescue boat reached shore, reporters were on hand to get a first-hand account of the disaster, and what caused it. The survivors were each of the opinion that the master of the ROSECRANS had mistaken North Head Light for that on the lightship and had temporarily lost his bearings. So tragic was the wreck that none of the survivors had a desire to discuss it at length.

      In the tanks of the wreck was a cargo of crude oil valued at $200,000. As the sea broke up the ship much of the petroleum escaped, the cargo and ship a total loss. There was no salvage. From her launching at Glasgow, in 1884, the ROSECRANS was plagued by mishaps--break downs, strandings and fires, some resulting in loss of life and abandonment. Each time she was resurrected from her grave. But her fate was sealed when she tangled with the elements at the entrance to the Columbia."

Above text from Shipwrecks of the Pacific Coast. James A. Gibbs, Jr.

Binfords & Mort, 1957

SAUSALITO
200229
367 G.t. Schooner
142.5' x 35.5' x 10'
Blt. 1903, San Francisco.
Wrecked 27 Dec. 1915
Loss of life: none.

Schooner SAUSALITO
Original photo from the S. P. H. S.©

The SAUSALITO was recently purchased from Tidewater Mill Co of Portland by Thomas Crowley of San Francisco. She was en route south from Victoria, B.C. when driven ashore on Waddah Island, near Neah Bay.
The H. W. McCurdy Marine History of the Pacific Northwest. Newell, Gordon. Superior.

SIR JAMSETJEE FAMILY

Capt. John Thompson

Wrecked 1 Dec. 1887

The British Bark SIR JAMSETJEE FAMILY

with crew of 15 wrecked near Quinault, WA.

 Original photo of the artwork of Mrs. Willoughby 
which she drew the day following the wreck. 

"The British bark SIR JAMSETJEE FAMILY, Capt. John Thompson was wrecked near the mouth of the Quinault River, below Pt. Grenville. Much of this area was then virgin country and the only white people within many miles were the Indian agent and his family.

En route to Port Townsend from Melbourne, AU, in ballast, the cumbersome ship approached the north Pacific Coast in thick weather, so persistent as to prevent her captain from taking a bering or observation for over a week. Night came on dark and forbidding and Thompson paced the poop nervously. The impenetrable curtain closed down and the ship's forward motion ceased. It ground upon the shoals amid mighty breakers.

      On the nearby shore, Indians had sighted the ship's sidelights and knew that she was in dire trouble. A runner carried word to the Indian agent miles from the spot where the ship perilously lay. Charles Willoughby, the genial agent lost not a moment, for he knew the terrific odds against sailors wrecked along those hostile shores. With him went several natives, guided by a crude oil lantern. As the reached their destination they immediately built a large beach fire to cheer the despairing souls aboard the wreck.

      All the shipwrecked mariners awaited the captain's command to abandon. Finally, it came. Their futile efforts, however, were short-lived as every boat with the exception of one was either crushed or capsized before it could be manned.

      By now the battered wreck was in its death agonies, seas tearing down rigging and masts and breaching the decks. It would not last through the night. The fire on the shore afforded the only ray of hope. The captain was now fearful of another danger. He had heard and read of ships being plundered and crews murdered by savages along this little-known coast. He had no way of knowing that an agent had been assigned to the area and that these once fierce natives had come to offer their services.

      The remaining boat was lowered, and by taking every precaution, got safely away from the wreck. As it came in through the high breakers, the Indians waded out to their hips in the frigid water to guide the boat to shore. On seeing them come alongside, the Englishmen beat them off with their oars, fearing their savagery. When agent Willoughby saw what was happening he shouted over the roaring tempest, and the astounded castaways ceased their actions. The Indians guided them to shore and cared for their needs as though they members of their tribe. Eventually, all recovered from their frightful experience and were guided on foot to Grays Harbor. There they found passage home.

      The ill-fated SIR JAMSETJEE FAMILY became a total loss within 48-hours after its stranding. Built in 1864, the ship was named for a Parsee nobleman."

Above text

Shipwrecks of the Pacific Coast. James A. Gibbs, Jr. 

Binfords & Mort, 1957