[9] 'I well remember,' says a naval surgeon, 'the above melancholy
event, and particularly from one of the survivors being drafted on
board the ship to which I belonged, (the Thunderer, then in the
Dardanelles.) The poor fellow became my patient; he complained of no
pain but that which arose from the horrible recollection of his having
tasted human flesh to preserve his life. This preyed so deeply on his
mind, that it rendered him incapable of performing any duty, and when
I saw him sinking under the heavy load, I felt it to be my duty to
order him to the hospital, that he might be invalided and sent home.'