Storm at Tramore
A first rate brig hove in sight of our dangerous bay on Tuesday, it blowing a full gale S.S.W. at the time. It was apparent that the vessel was labouring hard to weather the bay, but all efforts was in vain and she rode inside Brownstown Head in evident distress. The greatest concern was felt by people for her situation. Crowds hastened to the beach and cliffs to witness her struggles with the angry element, which was “mountains high” But her struggles were useless-each succeeding billow drove her further in.
At length, some of those daring, philanthropic men, who abound the coast, put in their boats to rescue her, if possible, from the dangers that threatened and it is gratifying to record that, after some hours of toil, they succeded in towing her into Reinshark, where she now lies, high and dry, awaiting the tides to bear her off. The brig, laden with cotton and rum, is bound from the West Indies to Liverpool. It is hoped that she would be got off next day.
[Since the above, with which we have been favoured by a Tramore corresspondant, was put in type, certain particulars have reached us respecting this brig, which is named the Grecian and the cause of it’s entrance into the bay, which we deem advisable not to publish for the present, as the matter will come before the proper tribunal in a few days, where the salvage case is to be considered}.-Waterford Chronicle.[4]
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