times of sickness. On the 21st of May,
1863, I saved Mr. Manning, of Windsor; on the 7th of July, 1865,
I saved Mr. George Taylor, of New York State; he was very near
dead when I got him on the wharf; October 10, 1865, I saved a
child of Mr. T. Gorman of Adrian; she was about five years old,
and was near drowned when I got her out; December 12, 1865, I
saved a son of Mr. Yates, who kept a clothing store on Jefferson
avenue. The night was very cold, a high wind was blowing at the
time, and he was very near dead when we reached the wharf.

April 11, 1866, was the worst night I ever had. It will be ever
memorable as the night of the great conflagration at the Detroit
and Milwaukee Railroad depot, when sixteen poor fellows were
drowned. I rescued nine, and then became so exhausted that I
could not swim, and had to abandon them to their fate. I got a
very bad cold and lay in bed two weeks, but that was nothing in
comparison to the good accomplished. July 25, 1866, I saved Mr.
Joseph Noble, of Windsor, and I believe you were there at the
time. He was once engineer on the Great Western Railroad. (p. 459)
You know he came near drowning me in his struggles in the
water, at which time I received several internal injuries.
April 7, 1867, I saved the son of Mr. C. Meyers, who lived in
Mullet street. He was a boy about twelve years old. June 14,
1867, I saved the daughter of Mr. Andrew Nourse, of Cleveland.
She was going on board the ferry-boat with her mother and some
other ladies, when she fell off the plank. When I got to the
wharf she was going out of sight for the last time, and I plunged
in and brought her to the surface. September 15, 1867, I saved a
colored man who was a deck hand on the propeller Meteor. He
kicked me about in the water terribly, for drowning men are
always crazy. November 2, 1867, I saved Mr. David Miller, the man
who drove a wagon for Hull Brothers, storekeepers on Munroe
avenue. May 10, 1868, I saved Mr. Robert Sinton, known as "Free
Press Bob." You know he used to be a reporter for the "Free
Press." And in his haste to get news, he fell in, and I got him
out.

A few nights after that I saved Mr. Steele, who used to keep a
store on Michigan avenue. He was on the ferry-boat with his wife;
he had a very spirited horse,