Delting Disaster
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On the 21st December 1900 four boats and twenty two men were lost.
The Kate of Swinister, Skipper L. Nicolson with six onboard, the Christina of Firth, Skipper P. Nicolson with six onboard and the William John of Toft, Skipper J. Laurenson with five onboard. The name of the fourth boat, from Nashion, and of her Skipper, also with five onboard is not recorded.
The memorial which stands near the Mossbank junction bears the names of the men lost, they were:
| Name | Home | Age |
|---|---|---|
| James Cogle | Toft | 49 |
| John Cogle | Mosbank | 39 |
| Laurence Cooper | Toft | 37 |
| Thomas Cooper | Toft | 40 |
| Henry Corkish | Swinister | 56 |
| John Hay | Firth | 28 |
| Hugh Hughson | Toft | 48 |
| John Hughson | Toft | 18 |
| Hugh Jamieson | Toft | 38 |
| John Laurenson | Nashion | 56 |
| Charles Nicolson | Firth | 75 |
| Charles Nicolson Jnr. | Firth | 29 |
| Gilbert Nicolson | Swinister | 26 |
| John Nicolson | Firth | 42 |
| Laurence Nicolson | Swinister | 53 |
| Laurence Nicolson Jnr. | Swinister | 20 |
| Peter Nicolson | Firth | 37 |
| William Nicolson | Firth | 45 |
| William Nicolson | Swinister | 29 |
| Robert Robertson | Firthsness | 41 |
| Peter Smith | Nashion | 66 |
| Hunter Sutherland | Clett | 16 |
The enscription at the bottom of the memorial reads:
"You see dey wirna mine, Da Loard gae dem tae me fir a time and dan he took dem back ageen"
Attributed to the widow of Charles Nicolson.
The memorial also bears this poem:
Mortal Spirit
Oh! why should the spirit of mortal be proud?
Like a swift-fleeting meteor, a fast flying cloud,
Like a flash of the lightning, a sweep of the wave,
Man passes from life to rest in the grave.
Our youthful companions whom we tenderly loved,
Are from our affections forever removed,
Death numbers them now with the things that are passed,
They fled like the snowflakes that whirled in the blast.
'Tis the wink of an eye, 'tis the draught of a breath,
From the bossum of health to the paleness of death,
From the gilded saloon to the bier and the shroud,
Oh! why should the spirit of mortal be proud!
