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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Titanic + +Author: Filson Young + +Release Date: April 15, 2010 [EBook #31992] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: UTF-8 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK TITANIC *** + + + + +Produced by Irma Spehar and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This file was +produced from images generously made available by The +Internet Archive/American Libraries.) + + + + + + +</pre> + + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> +<img src="images/cover.jpg" width="500" height="140" alt="Titanic" title="Titanic" /> +</div> + +<h1>TITANIC</h1> + + +<div class="advertisements2"> +<p><big><i>BY FILSON YOUNG</i></big></p> + +<hr /> +<p>CHRISTOPHER COLUMBUS AND THE NEW<br /> +WORLD OF HIS DISCOVERY</p> + +<p><i>Illustrated. 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At first it is +nothing but the apex of a great triangle +formed by the heights on one side, the +green wooded shores on the other, and +the horizon astern. As you go on the +triangle becomes narrower, the blue waters +smoother, and the ship glides on in a +triangle of her own—a triangle of white +foam that is parallel to the green triangle +of the shore. Behind you the +Copeland Lighthouse keeps guard over +the sunrise and the tumbling surges of +the Channel, before you is the cloud of +smoke that joins the narrowing shores<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[8]</a></span> +like a gray canopy; and there is no sound +but the rush of foam past the ship’s +side.</p> + +<p>You seem to be making straight for a +gray mud flat; but as you approach you +see a narrow lane of water opening in the +mud and shingle. Two low banks, like +the banks of a canal, thrust out their +ends into the waters of the lough; and +presently, her speed reduced to dead slow, +the ship enters between these low mud +banks, which are called the Twin Islands. +So narrow is the lane that as she enters +the water rises on the shingle banks and +flows in waves on either side of her like +two gray horses with white manes that +canter slowly along, a solemn escort, +until the channel between the islands +is passed. Day and night, winter and +summer, these two gray horses are always +waiting; no ship ever surprises them +asleep; no ship enters but they rise up<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[9]</a></span> +and shake their manes and accompany +her with their flowing, cantering motion +along the confines of their territory. And +when you have passed the gates that they +guard you are in Belfast Harbour, in still +and muddy water that smells of the land +and not of the sea; for you seem already +to be far from the things of the sea.</p> + +<p>As you have entered the narrow channel +a new sound, also far different from the +liquid sounds of the sea, falls on your +ear; at first a low sonorous murmuring +like the sound of bees in a giant hive, +that rises to a ringing continuous music—the +multitudinous clamour of thousands +of blows of metal on metal. And turning +to look whence the sound arises you seem +indeed to have left the last of the things +of the sea behind you; for on your left, +on the flattest of the mud flats, arises a +veritable forest of iron; a leafless forest, +of thousands upon thousands of bare<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[10]</a></span> +rusty trunks and branches that tower +higher than any forest trees in our land, +and look like the ruins of some giant +grove submerged by the sea in the brown +autumn of its life, stripped of its leaves +and laid bare again, the dead and rusty +remnants of a forest. There is nothing +with any broad or continuous surface—only +thousands and thousands of iron +branches with the gray sky and the smoke +showing through them everywhere, giant +cobwebs hanging between earth and the +sky, intricate, meaningless networks of +trunks and branches and sticks and twigs +of iron.</p> + +<p>But as you glide nearer still you see +that the forest is not lifeless, nor its +branches deserted. From the bottom to +the topmost boughs it is crowded with a +life that at first seems like that of mites +in the interstices of some rotting fabric, +and then like birds crowding the branches<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[11]</a></span> +of the leafless forest, and finally appears +as a multitude of pigmy men swarming +and toiling amid the skeleton iron structures +that are as vast as cathedrals and +seem as frail as gossamer. It is from +them that the clamour arises, the clamour +that seemed so gentle and musical a mile +away, and that now, as you come closer, +grows strident and deafening. Of all the +sounds produced by man’s labour in the +world this sound of a great shipbuilding +yard is the most painful. Only the +harshest materials and the harshest actions +are engaged in producing it: iron +struck upon iron, or steel smitten upon +steel, or steel upon iron, or iron upon +steel—that and nothing else, day in, day +out, year in and year out, a million times +a minute. It is an endless, continuous +birth-agony, that should herald the appearance +of some giant soul. And great +indeed should be the overture to such an<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[12]</a></span> +agony; for it is here that of fire and steel, +and the sweat and pain of millions of +hours of strong men’s labour, were born +those two giant children that were destined +by man finally to conquer the sea.</p> + +<p>In this awful womb the <i>Titanic</i> took +shape. For months and months in that +monstrous iron enclosure there was nothing +that had the faintest likeness to a +ship; only something that might have +been the iron scaffolding for the naves of +half-a-dozen cathedrals laid end to end. +Far away, furnaces were smelting thousands +and thousands of tons of raw +material that finally came to this place +in the form of great girders and vast +lumps of metal, huge framings, hundreds +of miles of stays and rods and straps of +steel, thousands of plates, not one of +which twenty men could lift unaided; millions +of rivets and bolts—all the heaviest +and most sinkable things in the world.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[13]</a></span> +And still nothing in the shape of a ship +that could float upon the sea. The seasons +followed each other, the sun rose now +behind the heights of Carrickfergus and +now behind the Copeland Islands; daily +the ships came in from fighting with the +boisterous seas, and the two gray horses +cantered beside them as they slid between +the islands; daily the endless uproar +went on, and the tangle of metal +beneath the cathedral scaffolding grew +denser. A great road of steel, nearly a +quarter of a mile long, was laid at last—a +road so heavy and so enduring that it +might have been built for the triumphal +progress of some giant railway train. +Men said that this roadway was the keel +of a ship; but you could not look at it +and believe them.</p> + +<p>The scaffolding grew higher; and as it +grew the iron branches multiplied and +grew with it, higher and higher towards<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[14]</a></span> +the sky, until it seemed as though man +were rearing a temple which would express +all he knew of grandeur and sublimity, +and all he knew of solidity and +permanence—something that should endure +there, rooted to the soil of Queen’s +Island for ever. The uproar and the +agony increased. In quiet studios and +offices clear brains were busy with drawings +and calculations and subtle elaborate +mathematical processes, sifting and applying +the tabulated results of years of experience. +The drawings came in time to +the place of uproar; were magnified and +subdivided and taken into grimy workshops; +and steam-hammers and steam-saws +smote and ripped at the brute metal, +to shape it in accordance with the shapes +on the paper. And still the ships, big +and little, came nosing in from the high +seas—little dusty colliers from the Tyne, +and battered schooners from the coast,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[15]</a></span> +and timber ships from the Baltic, and +trim mail steamers, and giants of the +ocean creeping in wounded for succour—all +solemnly received by the twin gray +horses and escorted to their stations in the +harbour. But the greatest giant of all +that came in, which dwarfed everything +else visible to the eye, was itself dwarfed +to insignificance by the great cathedral +building on the island.</p> + +<p>The seasons passed; the creatures who +wrought and clambered among the iron +branches, and sang their endless song of +labour there, felt the steel chill beneath +the frosts of winter, and burning hot +beneath the sun’s rays in summer, until +at last the skeleton within the scaffolding +began to take a shape, at the sight of +which men held their breaths. It was the +shape of a ship, a ship so monstrous and +unthinkable that it towered high over the +buildings and dwarfed the very mountains<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[16]</a></span> +beside the water. It seemed like some +impious blasphemy that man should +fashion this most monstrous and ponderable +of all his creations into the likeness +of a thing that could float upon the yielding +waters. And still the arms swung +and the hammers rang, the thunder and +din continued, and the gray horses shook +their manes and cantered along beneath +the shadow, and led the little ships in +from the sea and out again as though no +miracle were about to happen.</p> + +<p>A little more than its own length of +water lay between the iron forest and the +opposite shore, in which to loose this +tremendous structure from its foundations +and slide it into the sea. The thought +that it should ever be moved from its +place, except by an earthquake, was a +thought that the mind could not conceive, +nor could anyone looking at it accept the +possibility that by any method this vast<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[17]</a></span> +tonnage of metal could be borne upon the +surface of the waters. Yet, like an evil +dream, as it took the shape of a giant +ship, all the properties of a ship began to +appear and increase in hideous exaggeration. +A rudder as big as a giant elm +tree, bosses and bearings of propellers +the size of a windmill—everything was +on a nightmare scale; and underneath +the iron foundations of the cathedral floor +men were laying on concrete beds pavements +of oak and great cradles of timber +and iron, and sliding ways of pitch pine +to support the bulk of the monster when +she was moved, every square inch of the +pavement surface bearing a weight of +more than two tons. Twenty tons of tallow +were spread upon the ways, and hydraulic +rams and triggers built and fixed against +the bulk of the ship so that, when the +moment came, the waters she was to conquer +should thrust her finally from earth.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[18]</a></span></p> + +<p>And the time did come. The branching +forest became clothed and thick with +leaves of steel. Within the scaffoldings +now towered the walls of the cathedral, +and what had been a network of girders +and cantilevers and gantries and bridges +became a building with floors, a ship +with decks. The skeleton ribs became +covered with skins of wood, the metal +decks clothed with planks smooth as a +ball-room floor. What had been a building +of iron became a town, with miles of +streets and hundreds of separate houses +and buildings in it. The streets were laid +out; the houses were decorated and furnished +with luxuries such as no palace +ever knew.</p> + +<p>And then, while men held their breath, +the whole thing moved, moved bodily, +obedient to the tap of the imprisoned +waters in the ram. There was no christening +ceremony such as celebrates the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[19]</a></span> +launching of lesser ships. Only the waters +themselves dared to give the impulse that +should set this monster afloat. The waters +touched the cradle, and the cradle moved +on the ways, carrying the ship down towards +the waters. And when the cradle +stopped the ship moved on; slowly at first, +then with a movement that grew quicker +until it increased to the speed of a fast-trotting +horse, touching the waters, dipping +into them, cleaving them, forcing +them asunder in waves and ripples that +fled astonished to the surrounding shores; +finally resting and floating upon them, +while thousands of the pigmy men who +had roosted in the bare iron branches, +who had raised the hideous clamour amid +which the giant was born, greeted their +handiwork, dropped their tools, and raised +their hoarse voices in a cheer.</p> + +<p>The miracle had happened. And the +day came when the two gray horses were<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[20]</a></span> +summoned to their greatest task; when, +with necks proudly arched and their white +manes flung higher than ever, they escorted +the <i>Titanic</i> between the islands +out to sea.</p> + + + +<h2><a name="II" id="II"></a>II<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[21]</a></span></h2> + + +<p class="newchapter"><span class="firstword"><span class="dropcap">A</span>t</span> noon on Wednesday, 10th April +1912, the <i>Titanic</i> started from +Southampton on her maiden +voyage. Small enough was her experience +of the sea before that day. Many +hands had handled her; many tugs had +fussed about her, pulling and pushing her +this way and that as she was manœuvred +in the waters of Belfast Lough and taken +out to the entrance to smell the sea. There +she had been swung and her compasses +adjusted. Three or four hours had sufficed +for her trial trip, and she had first +felt her own power in the Irish Sea, +when all her new machinery working +together, at first with a certain reserve +and diffidence, had tested and tried its<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[22]</a></span> +various functions, and she had come down +through St. George’s Channel and round +by the Lizard, and past the Eddystone and +up the Solent to Southampton Water, +feeling a little hustled and strange, no +doubt, but finding this business of ploughing +the seas surprisingly easy after all. +And now, on the day of sailing, amid +the cheers of a crowd unusually vast +even for Southampton Docks, the largest +ship in the world slid away from the +deep-water jetty to begin her sea life in +earnest.</p> + +<p>In the first few minutes her giant powers +made themselves felt. As she was slowly +gathering way she passed the liner <i>New +York</i>, another ocean monarch, which was +lying like a rock moored by seven great +hawsers of iron and steel. As the <i>Titanic</i> +passed, some mysterious compelling influence +of the water displaced by her vast +bulk drew the <i>New York</i> towards her;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[23]</a></span> +snapped one by one the great steel hawsers +and pulled the liner from the quayside as +though she had been a cork. Not until +she was within fifteen feet of the <i>Titanic</i>, +when a collision seemed imminent, did +the ever-present tugs lay hold of her and +haul her back to captivity.</p> + +<p>Even to the most experienced traveller +the first few hours on a new ship are very +confusing; in the case of a ship like this, +containing the population of a village, +they are bewildering. So the eight hours +spent by the <i>Titanic</i> in crossing from +Southampton to Cherbourg would be +spent by most of her passengers in taking +their bearings, trying to find their way +about and looking into all the wonders of +which the voyage made them free. There +were luxuries enough in the second class, +and comforts enough in the third to make +the ship a wonder on that account alone; +but it was the first-class passengers, used<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[24]</a></span> +as they were to all the extravagant luxuries +of modern civilized life, on whom the discoveries +of that first day of sun and wind +in the Channel must have come with the +greatest surprise. They had heard the +ship described as a floating hotel; but as +they began to explore her they must have +found that she contained resources of a +perfection unattained by any hotel, and +luxuries of a kind unknown in palaces. +The beauties of French chateaux and of +English country-houses of the great period +had been dexterously combined with that +supreme form of comfort which the modern +English and Americans have raised to the +dignity of a fine art. Such a palace as a +great artist, a great epicure, a great poet +and the most spoilt and pampered woman +in the world might have conjured up from +their imagination in an idle hour was here +materialized and set, not in a fixed landscape +of park and woodland, but on the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[25]</a></span> +dustless road of the sea, with the sunshine +of an English April pouring in on every +side, and the fresh salt airs of the Channel +filling every corner with tonic oxygen.</p> + +<p>Catalogues of marvels and mere descriptions +of wonders are tiresome reading, and +produce little effect on the mind; yet if +we are to realize the full significance of +this story of the <i>Titanic</i>, we must begin +as her passengers began, with an impression +of the lavish luxury and beauty which +was the setting of life on board. And we +can do no better than follow in imagination +the footsteps of one ideal voyager as +he must have discovered, piece by piece, +the wonders of this floating pleasure +house.</p> + +<p>If he was a wise traveller he would have +climbed to the highest point available as +the ship passed down the Solent, and +that would be the boat-deck, which was +afterwards to be the stage of so tragic a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[26]</a></span> +drama. At the forward end of it was the +bridge—that sacred area paved with snow-white +gratings and furnished with many +brightly-polished instruments. Here were +telephones to all the vital parts of the +ship, telegraphs to the engine room and +to the fo’c’stle head and after-bridge; revolving +switches for closing the water-tight +doors in case of emergency; speaking-tubes, +electric switches for operating +the foghorns and sirens—all the nerves, +in fact, necessary to convey impulses from +this brain of the ship to her various members. +Behind the bridge on either side +were the doors leading to the officers’ +quarters; behind them again, the Marconi +room—a mysterious temple full of glittering +machines of brass, vulcanite, glass, +and platinum, with straggling wires and +rows of switches and fuse boxes, and +a high priest, young, clean-shaven, alert +and intelligent, sitting with a telephone<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[27]</a></span> +cap over his head, sending out or receiving +the whispers of the ether. Behind +this opened the grand staircase, an imposing +sweep of decoration in the Early +English style, with plain and solid panelling +relieved here and there with lovely +specimens of deep and elaborate carving +in the manner of Grinling Gibbons; the +work of the two greatest wood-carvers in +England. Aft of this again the white +pathway of the deck led by the doors +and windows of the gymnasium, where +the athletes might keep in fine condition; +and beyond that the white roof above +ended and the rest was deck-space open +to the sun and the air, and perhaps also +to the smoke and smuts of the four vast +funnels that towered in buff and black +into the sky—each so vast that it would +have served as a tunnel for a railway train.</p> + +<p>But the ship has gathered way, and is +sliding along past the Needles, where the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[28]</a></span> +little white lighthouse looks so paltry +beside the towering cliff. The Channel +air is keen, and the bugles are sounding +for lunch; and our traveller goes down +the staircase, noticing perhaps, as he +passes, the great clock with its figures +which symbolize Honour and Glory +crowning Time. Honour and Glory must +have felt just a little restive as, having +crowned one o’clock, they looked down +from Time upon the throng of people +descending the staircase to lunch. There +were a few there who had earned, and +many who had received, the honour and +glory represented by extreme wealth; but +the two figures stooping over the clock +may have felt that Success crowning +Opportunity would have been a symbol +more befitting the first-class passengers +of the <i>Titanic</i>. Perhaps they looked +more kindly as one white-haired old man +passed beneath—W. T. Stead, that untiring<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[29]</a></span> +old warrior and fierce campaigner +in peaceful causes, who in fields where +honour and glory were to be found sought +always for the true and not the false. +There were many kinds of men there—not +every kind, for it is not every man +who can pay from fifty to eight hundred +guineas for a four days’ journey; but +most kinds of men and women who can +afford to do that were represented there.</p> + +<p>Our solitary traveller, going down the +winding staircase, does not pause on the +first floor, for that leads forward to private +apartments, and aft to a writing-room +and library; nor on the second or third, +for the entrance-halls there lead to state-rooms; +but on the fourth floor down he +steps out into a reception room extending +to the full width of the ship and of almost +as great a length. Nothing of the sea’s +restrictions or discomforts here! Before +him is an Aubusson tapestry, copied from<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[30]</a></span> +one of the “Chasses de Guise” series of +the National Garde-Meuble; and in this +wide apartment there is a sense, not of +the cramping necessities of the sea, but +of all the leisured and spacious life of the +land. Through this luxurious emptiness +the imposing dignities of the dining-saloon +are reached; and here indeed all the insolent +splendour of the ship is centred. It +was by far the largest room that had ever +floated upon the seas, and by far the +largest room that had ever moved from +one place to another. The seventeenth-century +style of Hatfield and Haddon +Hall had been translated from the sombreness +of oak to the lightness of enamelled +white. Artist-plasterers had moulded the +lovely Jacobean ceiling, artist-stainers had +designed and made the great painted +windows through which the bright sea-sunlight +was filtered; and when the whole +company of three hundred was seated at<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[31]</a></span> +the tables it seemed not much more than +half full, since more than half as many +again could find places there without the +least crowding. There, amid the strains +of gay music and the hum of conversation +and the subdued clatter of silver and china +and the low throb of the engines, the gay +company takes its first meal on the +<i>Titanic</i>. And as our traveller sits there +solitary, he remembers that this is not all, +that in another great saloon farther off +another three hundred passengers of the +second-class are also at lunch, and that +on the floor below him another seven +hundred of the third-class, and in various +other places near a thousand of the crew, +are also having their meal. All a little +oppressive to read about, perhaps, but +wonderful to contrive and arrange. It is +what everyone is thinking and talking +about who sits at those luxurious tables, +loaded not with sea-fare, but with dainty<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[32]</a></span> +and perishable provisions for which half +the countries of the world have been laid +under tribute.</p> + +<p>The music flows on and the smooth +service accomplishes itself; Honour and +Glory, high up under the wrought-iron +dome of the staircase, are crowning another +hour of Time; and our traveller comes up +into the fresh air again in order to assure +himself that he is really at sea. The electric +lift whisks him up four storeys to the +deck again; there all around him are the +blue-gray waters of the Channel surging +in a white commotion past the towering +sides of the ship, spurned by the tremendous +rush and momentum of these fifty +thousand tons through the sea. This +time our traveller stops short of the boat-deck, +and begins to explore the far vaster +B deck which, sheltered throughout its +great length by the boat-deck above, and +free from all impediments, extends like a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[33]</a></span> +vast white roadway on either side of the +central deck. Here the busy deck stewards +are arranging chairs in the places that +will be occupied by them throughout the +voyage. Here, as on the parade of a +fashionable park, people are taking their +walks in the afternoon sunshine.</p> + +<p>From the staircase forward the deck +houses are devoted to apartments which +are still by force of habit called cabins, +but which have nothing in fact to distinguish +them from the most luxurious habitations +ashore, except that no dust ever +enters them and that the air is always +fresh from the open spaces of the sea. +They are not for the solitary traveller; +but our friend perhaps is curious and peeps +in through an uncurtained window. There +is a complete habitation with bed-rooms, +sitting-room, bath-room and service-room +complete. They breathe an atmosphere +of more than mechanical luxury, more than<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[34]</a></span> +material pleasures. Twin bedsteads, perfect +examples of Empire or Louis Seize, +symbolize the romance to which the most +extravagant luxury in the world is but a +minister. Instead of ports there are windows—windows +that look straight out on +to the blue sea, as might the windows of +a castle on a cliff. Instead of stoves or +radiators there are open grates, where fires +of sea-coal are burning brightly. Every +suite is in a different style, and each and +all are designed and furnished by artists; +and the love and repose of millionaires can +be celebrated in surroundings of Adam or +Hepplewhite, or Louis Quatorze or the +Empire, according to their tastes. And +for the hire of each of these theatres the +millionaire must pay some two hundred +guineas a day, with the privilege of being +quite alone, cut off from the common herd +who are only paying perhaps five-and-twenty +pounds a day, and with the privilege,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[35]</a></span> +if he chooses, of seeing nothing at +all that has to do with a ship, not even +the sea.</p> + +<p>For there is one thing that the designers +of this sea-palace seem to have +forgotten and seem to be a little ashamed +of—and that is the sea itself. There it +lies, an eternal prospect beyond these +curtained windows, by far the most lovely +and wonderful thing visible; but it seems +to be forgotten there. True, there is a +smoke-room at the after extremity of the +deck below this, whose windows look out +into a great verandah sheeted in with glass +from which you cannot help looking upon +the sea. But in order to counteract as +much as possible that austere and lovely +reminder of where we are, trellis-work has +been raised within the glass, and great +rose-trees spread and wander all over it, +reminding you by their crimson blossoms +of the earth and the land, and the scented<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[36]</a></span> +shelter of gardens that are far from the +boisterous stress of the sea. No spray +ever drifts in at these heights, no froth or +spume can ever in the wildest storms beat +upon this verandah. Here, too, as almost +everywhere else on the ship, you can, if +you will, forget the sea.</p> + + + +<h2><a name="III" id="III"></a>III<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[37]</a></span></h2> + + +<p class="newchapter"><span class="firstword"><span class="dropcap">T</span>he</span> first afternoon at sea seems +long: every face is strange, and it +seems as though in so vast a crowd +none will ever become familiar, although +one of the miracles of sea-life is the way +in which the blurred crowd resolves itself +into individual units, each of which has +its character and significance. And if we +are really to know and understand and +not merely to hear with our ears the tale +of what happened to the greatest ship in +the world, we must first prepare and soak +our minds in her atmosphere, and take in +imagination that very voyage which began +so happily on this April day. At the end +of the afternoon came the coast of France, +and Cherbourg—a sunset memory of a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[38]</a></span> +long breakwater, a distant cliff crowned +with a white building, a fussing of tugs +and hasty transference of passengers and +mails; and finally the lighthouse showing +a golden star against the sunset, when +the great ship’s head was turned to the +red west, and the muffled and murmuring +song of the engines was taken up again. +Perhaps our traveller, bent upon more +discoveries, dined that night not in the +saloon, but in the restaurant, and, following +the illuminated electric signs that +pointed the way along the numerous +streets and roads of the ship, found his +way aft to the Café-Restaurant; where +instead of stewards were French waiters +and a <i>maître d’hotel</i> from Paris, and all +the perfection of that perfect and expensive +service which condescends to give you +a meal for something under a five-pound +note; where, surrounded by Louis Seize +panelling of fawn-coloured walnut, you<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[39]</a></span> +may on this April evening eat your +plovers’ eggs and strawberries, and drink +your 1900 Clicquot, and that in perfect +oblivion of the surrounding sea. Afterwards, +perhaps, a stroll on the deck amid +groups of people, not swathed in pea-jackets +or oilskins, but attired as though +for the opera; and all the time, in an atmosphere +golden with light, and musical +with low-talking voices and the yearning +strains of a waltz, driving five-and-twenty +miles an hour westward, with the black +night and the sea all about us. And then +to bed, not in a bunk in a cabin but in a +bedstead in a quiet room with a telephone +through which to speak to any one of two +thousand people, and a message handed +in before you go to sleep that someone +wrote in New York since you rose from +the dinner-table.</p> + +<p>The next morning the scene at Cherbourg +was repeated, with the fair green<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[40]</a></span> +shores of Cork Harbour instead of the +cliffs of France for its setting; and then +quietly, without fuss, in the early afternoon +of Thursday, out round the green +point, beyond the headland, and the great +ship has steadied on her course and on +the long sea-road at last. How worn it is! +How seamed and furrowed and printed +with the track-lines of journeys innumerable; +how changing, and yet how unchanged—the +road that leads to Archangel +or Sicily, to Ceylon or to the frozen +Pole; the old road that leads to the ruined +gateways of Phoenicia, of Venice, of Tyre; +the new road that leads to new lives and +new lands; the dustless road, the long +road that all must travel who in body or +in spirit would really discover a new +world. And travel on it as you may for +tens of thousands of miles, you come +back to it always with the same sense of +expectation, never wholly disappointed;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[41]</a></span> +and always with the same certainty that +you will find at the turn or corner of the +road, either some new thing or the renewal +of something old.</p> + +<p>There is no human experience in which +the phenomena of small varieties within +one large monotony are so clearly exemplified +as in a sea-voyage. The dreary +beginnings of docks, of baggage, and +soiled harbour water; the quite hopeless +confusion of strange faces—faces entirely +collective, comprising a mere crowd; the +busy highway of the Channel, sunlit or +dim with mist or rain, or lighted and +bright at night like the main street +of a city; the last outpost, the Lizard, +with its high gray cliffs, green-roofed, +with tiny homesteads perched on the +ridge; or Ushant, that tall monitory +tower upstanding on the melancholy +misty flats; or the solitary Fastnet, +lonely, ultimate and watching—these form<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[42]</a></span> +the familiar overture to the subsequent +isolation and vacancy of the long road +itself. There are the same day and night +of disturbance, the vacant places at table, +the prone figures, swathed and motionless +in deck-chairs, the morning of brilliant +sunshine, when the light that streams +into the cabins has a vernal strangeness +and wonder for town-dimmed eyes; the +gradual emergence of new faces and +doubtful staggering back of the demoralized +to the blessed freshness of the upper +air; the tentative formation of groups +and experimental alliances, the rapid disintegration +of these and re-formation on +entirely new lines; and then that miracle +of unending interest and wonder, that the +faces that were only the blurred material +of a crowd begin one by one to emerge +from the background and detach themselves +from the mass, to take on identity, +individuality, character, till what was a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[43]</a></span> +crowd of uninteresting, unidentified humanity +becomes a collection of individual +persons with whom one’s destinies +for the time are strangely and unaccountably +bound up; among whom one may +have acquaintances, friends, or perhaps +enemies; who for the inside of a week +are all one’s world of men and women.</p> + +<p>There are few alterative agents so +powerful and sure in their working as +latitude and longitude; and as we slide +across new degrees, habit, association, +custom, and ideas slip one by one imperceptibly +away from us; we come really +into a new world, and if we had no hearts +and no memories we should soon become +different people. But the heart lives its +own life, spinning gossamer threads that +float away astern across time and space, +joining us invisibly to that which made +and fashioned us, and to which we hope +to return.</p> + + + +<h2><a name="IV" id="IV"></a>IV<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[44]</a></span></h2> + + +<p class="newchapter"><span class="firstword"><span class="dropcap">W</span>onderful</span>, even for experienced +travellers, is that first +waking to a day on which there +shall be no sight of the shore, and the +first of several days of isolation in the +world of a ship. There is a quality in the +morning sunshine at sea as it streams +into the ship and is reflected in the white +paint and sparkling water of the bath-rooms, +and in the breeze that blows cool +and pure along the corridors, that is like +nothing else. The company on the <i>Titanic</i> +woke up on Friday morning to begin in +earnest their four days of isolated life. +Our traveller, who has found out so many +things about the ship, has not found out +everything yet; and he continues his<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[45]</a></span> +explorations, with the advantage, perhaps, +of a special permit from the Captain +or Chief Engineer to explore other +quarters of the floating city besides that +in which he lives. Let us, with him, try +to form some general conception of the +internal arrangements of the ship.</p> + +<p>The great superstructure of decks amidships +which catches the eye so prominently +in a picture or photograph, was but, in +reality, a small part, although the most +luxurious part, of the vessel. Speaking +roughly, one might describe it as consisting +of three decks, five hundred feet +long, devoted almost exclusively to the +accommodation of first-class passengers, +with the exception of the officers’ quarters +(situated immediately aft of the bridge on +the top deck of all), and the second-class +smoking-room and library, at the after +end of the superstructure on the third and +fourth decks. With these exceptions, in<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[46]</a></span> +this great four-storied building were +situated all the most magnificent and +palatial accommodations of the ship. +Immediately beneath it, amidships, in the +steadiest part of the vessel where any +movement would be least felt, was the +first-class dining saloon, with the pantries +and kitchens immediately aft of it. Two +decks below it were the third-class dining +saloons and kitchens; below them again, +separated by a heavy steel deck, were the +boiler-rooms and coal bunkers, resting on +the cellular double bottom of the ship. +Immediately aft of the boiler-rooms came +the two engine-rooms; the forward and +larger one of the two contained the reciprocating +engines which drove the twin +screws, and the after one the turbine +engine for driving the large centre propeller.</p> + +<p>Forward and aft of this centre part of +the ship, which in reality occupied about<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[47]</a></span> +two-thirds of her whole length, were two +smaller sections, divided (again one speaks +roughly) between second-class accommodation, +stores and cargo in the stern +section, and third-class berths, crew’s +quarters and cargo in the bow section. +But although the first-class accommodation +was all amidships, and the second-class +all aft, that of the third-class was +scattered about in such blank spaces as +could be found for it. Thus most of the +berths were forward, immediately behind +the fo’c’stle, some were right aft; the +dining-room was amidships, and the +smoke-room in the extreme stern, over +the rudder; and to enjoy a smoke or +game of cards a third-class passenger +who was berthed forward would have to +walk the whole length of the ship and +back again, a walk not far short of half +a mile. This gives one an idea of how +much more the ship resembled a town<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[48]</a></span> +than a house. A third-class passenger +did not walk from his bedroom to his +parlour; he walked from the house where +he lived in the forward part of the ship +to the club a quarter of a mile away where +he was to meet his friends.</p> + +<p>If, thinking of the <i>Titanic</i> storming +along westward across the Atlantic, you +could imagine her to be split in half from +bow to stern so that you could look, as +one looks at the section of a hive, upon +all her manifold life thus suddenly laid +bare, you would find in her a microcosm +of civilized society. Up on the top are +the rulers, surrounded by the rich and the +luxurious, enjoying the best of everything; +a little way below them their servants and +parasites, ministering not so much to +their necessities as to their luxuries; lower +down still, at the very base and foundation +of all, the fierce and terrible labour +of the stokeholds, where the black slaves<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[49]</a></span> +are shovelling and shovelling as though +for dear life, endlessly pouring coal into +furnaces that devoured it and yet ever demanded +a new supply—horrible labour, +joyless life; and yet the labour that gives +life and movement to the whole ship. Up +above are all the beautiful things, the +pleasant things; down below are the +terrible and necessary things. Up above +are the people who rest and enjoy; down +below the people who sweat and suffer.</p> + +<p>Consider too the whirl of life and multitude +of human employments that you +would have found had you peered into +this section of the ship that we are supposing +to have been laid bare. Honour +and Glory, let us say, have just crowned +ten o’clock in the morning beneath the +great dome of glass and iron that covers +the central staircase. Someone has just +come down and posted a notice on the +board—a piece of wireless news of something<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[50]</a></span> +that happened in London last night. +In one of the sunny bed-rooms (for our +section lays everything bare) someone is +turning over in bed again and telling a +maid to shut out the sun. Eighty feet +below her the black slaves are working in +a fiery pit; ten feet below them is the +green sea. A business-like-looking group +have just settled down to bridge in the +first-class smoking-room. The sea does +not exist for them, nor the ship; the +roses that bloom upon the trellis-work by +the verandah interest them no more than +the pageant of white clouds which they +could see if they looked out of the wide +windows. Down below the chief steward, +attended by his satellites, is visiting the +stores and getting from the store-keeper +the necessaries for his day’s catering. He +has plenty to draw from. In those cold +chambers behind the engine-room are +gathered provisions which seem almost<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[51]</a></span> +inexhaustible for any population; for the +imagination does not properly take in the +meaning of such items as a hundred thousand +pounds of beef, thirty thousand fresh +eggs, fifty tons of potatoes, a thousand +pounds of tea, twelve hundred quarts of +cream. In charge of the chief steward +also, to be checked by him at the end of +each voyage, are the china and glass, the +cutlery and plate of the ship, amounting +in all to some ninety thousand pieces. +But there he is, quietly at work with the +store-keeper; and not far from him, in +another room or series of rooms, another +official dealing with the thousands upon +thousands of pieces of linen for bed and +table with which the town is supplied.</p> + +<p>Everything is on a monstrous scale. +The centre anchor, which it took a team +of sixteen great horses to drag on a wooden +trolley, weighs over fifteen tons; its cable +will hold a dead weight of three hundred<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[52]</a></span> +tons. The very rudder, that mere slender +and almost invisible appendage under the +counter, is eighty feet high and weighs a +hundred tons. The men on the look-out +do not climb up the shrouds and ratlines +in the old sea fashion; the mast is hollow +and contains a stairway; there is a door +in it from which they come out to take +their place in the crow’s nest.</p> + +<p>Are you weary of such statistics? They +were among the things on which men +thought with pride on those sunny April +days in the Atlantic. Man can seldom +think of himself apart from his environment, +and the house and place in which +he lives are ever a preoccupation with all +men. From the clerk in his little jerry-built +villa to the king in his castle, what +the house is, what it is built of, how it is +equipped and adorned, are matters of +vital interest. And if that is true of land, +where all the webs of life are connected<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[53]</a></span> +and intercrossed, how much more must it +be true when a man sets his house afloat +upon the sea; detaches it from all other +houses and from the world, and literally +commits himself to it. This was the +greatest sea town that had ever been built; +these were the first inhabitants of it; +theirs were the first lives that were lived +in these lovely rooms; this was one of +the greatest companies that had ever been +afloat together within the walls of one +ship. No wonder they were proud; no +wonder they were preoccupied with the +source of their pride.</p> + +<p>But things stranger still to the life of +the sea are happening in some of the +hundreds of cells which our giant section-knife +has laid bare. An orchestra is practising +in one of them; in another, some +one is catching live trout from a pond; +Post Office sorters are busy in another +with letters for every quarter of the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[54]</a></span> +western world; in a garage, mechanicians +are cleaning half a dozen motor-cars; the +rippling tones of a piano sound from a +drawing-room where people are quietly +reading in deep velvet armchairs surrounded +by books and hothouse flowers; +in another division people are diving and +swimming in a great bath in water deep +enough to drown a tall man; in another +an energetic game of squash racquets is +in progress; and in great open spaces, +on which it is only surprising that turf is +not laid, people by hundreds are sunning +themselves and breathing the fresh air, +utterly unconscious of all these other +activities on which we have been looking. +For even here, as elsewhere, half of the +world does not know and does not care +how the other half lives.</p> + +<p>All this magnitude had been designed +and adapted for the realization of two +chief ends—comfort and stability. We<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[55]</a></span> +have perhaps heard enough about the +arrangements for comfort; but the more +vital matter had received no less anxious +attention. Practically all of the space +below the water-line was occupied by the +heaviest things in the ship—the boilers, +the engines, the coal bunkers and the +cargo. And the arrangement of her bulkheads, +those tough steel walls that divide +a ship’s hull into separate compartments, +was such that her designers believed that +no possible accident short of an explosion +in her boilers could sink her. If she +rammed any obstruction head on, her +bows might crumple up, but the steel +walls stretching across her hull—and +there were fifteen of them—would prevent +the damage spreading far enough +aft to sink her. If her broadside was +rammed by another ship, and one or even +two of these compartments pierced, even +then the rest would be sufficient to hold<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[56]</a></span> +her up at least for a day or two. These +bulkheads were constructed of heavy sheet +steel, and extended from the very bottom +of the ship to a point well above the +water-line. Necessarily there were openings +in them in order to make possible +communication between the different parts +of the ship. These openings were the size +of an ordinary doorway and fitted with +heavy steel doors—not hinged doors, +but panels, sliding closely in water-tight +grooves on either side of the opening. +There were several ways of closing them; +but once closed they offered a resistance +as solid as that of the bulkheads.</p> + +<p>The method of opening and closing +them was one of the many marvels of +modern engineering. The heavy steel +doors were held up above the openings +by a series of friction clutches. Up on +the bridge were switches connected with +powerful electro-magnets at the side of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[57]</a></span> +the bulkhead openings. The operation of +the switches caused each magnet to draw +down a heavy weight which instantly released +the friction clutches, so that the +doors would slide down in a second or +two into their places, a gong ringing at +the same time to warn anyone who might +be passing through to get out of the way. +The clutches could also be released by +hand. But if for any reason the electric +machinery should fail, there was a provision +made for closing them automatically +in case the ship should be flooded +with water. Down in the double bottom +of the ship were arranged a series of floats +connected with each set of bulkhead doors. +In the event of water reaching the compartment +below the doors, it would raise +the floats, which, in their turn, would release +the clutches and drop the doors. +These great bulkheads were no new experiment; +they had been tried and proved.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[58]</a></span> +When the White Star liner <i>Suevic</i> was +wrecked a few years ago off the Lizard, +it was decided to divide the part of her +which was floating from the part which +was embedded in the rocks; and she was +cut in two just forward of the main collision +bulkhead, and the larger half of her +towed into port with no other protection +from the sea than this vast steel wall +which, nevertheless, easily kept her afloat. +And numberless other ships have owed +their lives to the resisting power of these +steel bulkheads and the quick operation of +the sliding doors.</p> + +<p>As for the enormous weight that made +for the <i>Titanic’s</i> stability, it was, as I +have said, contained chiefly in the boilers, +machinery and coal. The coal bunkers +were like a lining running round the boilers, +not only at the sides of the ship, but +also across her whole breadth, thus increasing +the solidity of the steel bulkheads;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[59]</a></span> +and when it is remembered that her +steam was supplied by twenty-nine boilers, +each of them the size of a large room, +and fired by a hundred and fifty-nine furnaces, +the enormous weight of this part +of the ship may be dimly realized.</p> + +<p>There are two lives lived side by side +on such a voyage, the life of the passengers +and the life of the ship. From a +place high up on the boat-deck our traveller +can watch the progress of these two +lives. The passengers play games or +walk about, or sit idling drowsily in +deck chairs, with their eyes straying constantly +from the unheeded book to the +long horizon, or noting the trivial doings +of other idlers. The chatter of their +voices, the sound of their games, the +faint tinkle of music floating up from the +music-room are eloquent of one of these +double lives; there on the bridge is an +expression of the other—the bridge in all<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[60]</a></span> +its spick-and-span sanctities, with the +officers of the watch in their trim uniform, +the stolid quartermaster at the wheel, +and his equally stolid companion of the +watch who dreams his four hours away +on the starboard side of the bridge almost +as motionless as the bright brass binnacles +and standards, and the telegraphs +that point unchangeably down to Full +Ahead....</p> + +<p>The Officer of the watch has a sextant +at his eye. One by one the Captain, the +Chief, the Second and the Fourth, all +come silently up and direct their sextants +to the horizon. The quartermaster comes +and touches his cap: “Twelve o’clock, +Sir.” There is silence—a deep sunny +silence, broken only by the low tones of +the Captain to the Chief: “What have +you got?” says the Captain. “Thirty,” +says the Chief, “Twenty-nine,” says the +Third. There is another space of sunny<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[61]</a></span> +silent seconds; the Captain takes down +his sextant. “Make it eight bells,” he +says. Four double strokes resound from +the bridge and are echoed from the fo’c’stle +head; and the great moment of the +day, the moment that means so much, is +over. The officers retire with pencils and +papers and tables of logarithms; the clock +on the staircase is put back, and the day’s +run posted; from the deck float up the +sounds of a waltz and laughing voices; +Time and the world flow on with us again.</p> + + + +<h2><a name="V" id="V"></a>V<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[62]</a></span></h2> + + +<p class="newchapter"><span class="firstword"><span class="dropcap">F</span>or</span> anything that the eye could see +the <i>Titanic</i>, in all her strength and +splendour, was solitary on the ocean. +From the highest of her decks nothing +could be seen but sea and sky, a vast +circle of floor and dome of which, for all +her speed of five-and-twenty miles an hour, +she remained always the centre. But it +was only to the sense of sight that she +seemed thus solitary. The North Atlantic, +waste of waters though it appears, is +really a country crossed and divided by +countless tracks as familiar to the seaman +as though they were roads marked by +trees and milestones. Latitude and longitude, +which to a landsman seem mere +mathematical abstractions, represent to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[63]</a></span> +seamen thousands and thousands of definite +points which, in their relation to +sun and stars and the measured lapse of +time, are each as familiar and as accessible +as any spot on a main road is to a +landsman. The officer on the bridge may +see nothing through his glasses but clouds +and waves, yet in his mind’s eye he sees +not only his own position on the map, +which he could fix accurately within a +quarter of a mile, but the movements of +dozens of other ships coming or going +along the great highways. Each ship +takes its own road, but it is a road that +passes through a certain known territory; +the great liners all know each other’s +movements and where or when they are +likely to meet. Many of such meetings +are invisible; it is called a meeting at sea +if ships pass twenty or thirty miles away +from each other and far out of sight.</p> + +<p>For there are other senses besides that<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[64]</a></span> +of sight which now pierce the darkness +and span the waste distances of the ocean. +It is no voiceless solitude through which +the <i>Titanic</i> goes on her way. It is full of +whispers, summonses, questions, narratives; +full of information to the listening +ear. High up on the boat deck the little +white house to which the wires straggle +down from the looped threads between the +mastheads is full of the voices of invisible +ships that are coming and going beyond +the horizon. The wireless impulse is too +delicate to be used to actuate a needle like +that of the ordinary telegraph; a little +voice is given to it, and with this it speaks +to the operator who sits with the telephone +cap strapped over his ears; a whining, +buzzing voice, speaking not in words +but in rhythms, corresponding to the dots +and dashes made on paper, out of which +a whole alphabet has been evolved. And +the wireless is the greatest gossip in the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[65]</a></span> +world. It repeats everything it hears; it +tells the listener everyone else’s business; +it speaks to him of the affairs of other +people as well as his own. It is an ever-present +eavesdropper, and tells you what +other people are saying to one another in +exactly the same voice in which they speak +to you. When it is sending your messages +it shouts, splitting the air with crackling +flashes of forked blue fire; but when it has +anything to say to you it whispers in your +ear in whining, insinuating confidence. +And you must listen attentively and with +a mind concentrated on your own business +if you are to receive from it what concerns +you, and reject what does not; for it is +not always the loudest whisper that is +the most important. The messages come +from near and far, now like the rasp of a +file in your ear, and now in a thread of +sound as fine as the whine of a mosquito; +and if the mosquito voice is the one that<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[66]</a></span> +is speaking to you from far away, you +may often be interrupted by the loud and +empty buzzing of one nearer neighbour +speaking to another and loudly interrupting +the message which concerns you.</p> + +<p>Listening to these voices in the Marconi +room of the <i>Titanic</i>, and controlling her +articulation and hearing, were two young +men, little more than boys, but boys of a +rare quality, children of the golden age of +electricity. Educated in an abstruse and +delicate science, and loving the sea for its +largeness and adventure, they had come—Phillips +at the age of twenty-six, and +Bride in the ripe maturity of twenty-one—to +wield for the <i>Titanic</i> the electric +forces of the ether, and to direct her utterance +and hearing on the ocean. And as +they sat there that Friday and Saturday +they must have heard, as was their usual +routine, all the whispers of the ships for +two hundred miles round them, their<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[67]</a></span> +trained faculties almost automatically rejecting +the unessential, receiving and attending +to the essential. They heard talk +of many things, talk in fragments and in +the strange rhythmic language that they +had come to know like a mother tongue; +talk of cargoes, talk of money and business, +of transactions involving thousands +of pounds; trivial talk of the emotions, +greetings and good wishes exchanged on +the high seas; endless figures of latitude +and longitude—for a ship is an eternal +egoist and begins all her communications +by an announcement of Who she is and +Where she is. Ships are chiefly interested +in weather and cargo, and their wireless +talk on their own account is constantly +of these things; but most often of the +weather. One ship may be pursuing her +way under a calm sky and in smooth +waters, while two hundred miles away a +neighbour may be in the middle of a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[68]</a></span> +storm; and so the ships talk to one +another of the weather, and combine their +forces against it, and, by altering course +a little, or rushing ahead, or hanging +back, cheat and dodge those malignant +forces which are ever pursuing them.</p> + +<p>But in these April days there was nothing +much to be said about the weather. +The winds and the storms were quiet +here; they were busy perhaps up in +Labrador or furiously raging about Cape +Horn, but they had deserted for the time +the North Atlantic, and all the ships +ploughed steadily on in sunshine and +smooth seas. Here and there, however, +a whisper came to Phillips or Bride about +something which, though not exactly +weather, was as deeply interesting to the +journeying ships—ice. Just a whisper, +nothing more, listened to up there in the +sunny Marconi room, recorded, dealt +with, and forgotten. “I have just come<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[69]</a></span> +through bad field-ice,” whispers one ship; +“April ice very far south,” says another; +and Phillips taps out his “O.K., O.M.,” +which is a kind of cockney Marconi for +“All right, old man.” And many other +messages come and go, of money and +cargoes, and crops and the making of +laws; but just now and then a pin-prick +of reminder between all these other topics +comes the word—<small>ICE</small>.</p> + +<p>April ice and April weed are two of +the most lovely products of the North +Atlantic, but they are strangely opposite +in their bearings on human destiny. The +lovely golden April weed that is gathered +all round the west coast of Ireland, and +is burnt for indigo, keeps a whole peasant +population in food and clothing for +the rest of the year; the April ice, which +comes drifting down on the Arctic current +from the glacier slopes of Labrador +or the plateau of North Greenland, keeps<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[70]</a></span> +the seafaring population of the North +Atlantic in doubt and anxiety throughout +the spring and summer. Lovely indeed +are some of these icebergs that glitter in +the sun like fairy islands or the pinnacles +of Valhalla; and dreamy and gentle is +their drifting movement as they come +down on the current by Newfoundland +and round Cape Race, where, meeting +the east-going Gulf Stream, they are +gradually melted and lost in the waters of +the Atlantic. Northward in the drift are +often field-ice and vast floes; the great +detached bergs sail farther south into the +steamship tracks, and are what are most +carefully looked for. This April there +was abundance of evidence that the field-ice +had come farther south than usual. +The <i>Empress of Britain</i>, which passed +the <i>Titanic</i> on Friday, reported an immense +quantity of floating ice in the +neighbourhood of Cape Race. When she<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[71]</a></span> +arrived in Liverpool it transpired that, +when three days out from Halifax, Nova +Scotia, she encountered an ice-field, a +hundred miles in extent, with enormous +bergs which appeared to be joined to the +ice-field, forming an immense white line, +broken with peaks and pinnacles on the +horizon. The <i>Carmania</i> and the <i>Nicaragua</i>, +which were going westward ahead +of the <i>Titanic</i>, had both become entangled +in ice, and the <i>Nicaragua</i> had sustained +considerable damage. And day by +day, almost hour by hour, news was +coming in from other ships commenting +on the unusual extent southward of the +ice-field, and on the unusual number of +icebergs which they had encountered. No +doubt many of the passengers on the +<i>Titanic</i> were hoping that they would +meet with some; it is one of the chief +interests of the North Atlantic voyage in +the spring and summer; and nothing is<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[72]</a></span> +more lovely in the bright sunshine of day +than the sight of one of these giant +islands, with its mountain-peaks sparkling +in the sun, and blue waves breaking +on its crystal shores; nothing more impressive +than the thought, as one looks +at it, that high as its glittering towers +and pinnacles may soar towards heaven +there is eight times as great a depth of +ice extending downwards into the dark +sea. It is only at night, or when the +waters are covered with a thick fog produced +by the contact of the ice with the +warmer water, that navigating officers, +peering forward into the mist, know how +dreadful may be the presence of one of +these sheeted monsters, the ghostly highwaymen +of the sea.</p> + + + +<h2><a name="VI" id="VI"></a>VI<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[73]</a></span></h2> + + +<p class="newchapter"><span class="firstword"><span class="dropcap">I</span>nformation</span> like this, however, +only concerned the little group of +executive officers who took their turns +in tramping up and down the white gratings +of the bridge. It was all part of their +routine; it was what they expected to +hear at this time of the year and in this +part of the ocean; there was nothing +specially interesting to them in the gossip +of the wireless voices. Whatever they +heard, we may be sure they did not talk +about it to the passengers. For there is +one paramount rule observed by the +officers of passenger liners—and that is +to make everything as pleasant as possible +for the passengers. If there is any +danger, they are the last to hear of it; if<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[74]</a></span> +anything unpleasant happens on board, +such as an accident or a death, knowledge +of it is kept from as many of them as +possible. Whatever may be happening, +short of an apparent and obvious extremity, +it is the duty of the ship’s company +to help the passenger to believe that he +lives and moves and has his being in a +kind of Paradise, at the doors of which +there are no lurking dangers and in which +happiness and pleasure are the first duties +of every inhabitant.</p> + +<p>And who were the people who composed +the population of this journeying town? +Subsequent events made their names +known to us—vast lists of names filling +columns of the newspapers; but to the +majority they are names and nothing else. +Hardly anyone living knew more than a +dozen of them personally; and try as we +may it is very hard to see them, as their +fellow voyagers must have seen them, as<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[75]</a></span> +individual human beings with recognizable +faces and characters of their own. Of the +three hundred odd first-class passengers +the majority were Americans—rich and +prosperous people, engaged for the most +part in the simple occupation of buying +things as cheaply as possible, selling them +as dearly as possible, and trying to find +some agreeable way of spending the difference +on themselves. Of the three hundred +odd second-class passengers probably the +majority were English, many of them of +the minor professional classes and many +going either to visit friends or to take up +situations in the western world. But the +thousand odd steerage passengers represented +a kind of Babel of nationalities, all +the world in little, united by nothing except +poverty and the fact that they were +in a transition stage of their existence, +leaving behind them for the most part +a life of failure and hopelessness, and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[76]</a></span> +looking forward to a new life of success +and hope: Jews, Christians, and Mohammedans, +missionaries and heathen, +Russians, Poles, Greeks, Roumanians, +Germans, Italians, Chinese, Finns, +Spaniards, English, and French—with a +strong contingent of Irish, the inevitable +link in that melancholy chain of emigration +that has united Ireland and America +since the Famine. But there were other +differences, besides those of their condition +and geographical distribution on the +ship, that divided its inhabitants. For the +first-class passengers the world was a very +small place, about which many of them +were accustomed to hurry in an important +way in the process of spending and getting +their money, taking an Atlantic liner as +humbler people take a tramcar, without +giving much thought to it or laying +elaborate plans, running backwards and +forwards across the Atlantic and its dangers<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[77]</a></span> +as children run across the road in +front of a motor car. They were going to +America this week; they would probably +come back next week or the week after. +They were the people for whom the +<i>Titanic</i> had specially been designed; it +was for them that all the luxuries had +been contrived, so that in their runnings +backwards and forwards they should not +find the long days tedious or themselves +divorced from the kind of accompaniments +to life which they had come to regard as +necessities.</p> + +<p>But for the people in the steerage this +was no hurrying trip between one business +office and another; no hasty holiday +arranged to sandwich ten thousand miles +of ozone as a refresher between two business +engagements. This westward progress +was for them part of the drift of +their lives, loosening them from their +native soil to scatter and distribute them<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[78]</a></span> +over the New World, in the hope that in +fresher soil and less crowded conditions +they would strike new roots and begin a +new life. The road they travelled was for +most of them a road to be travelled once +only, a road they knew they would never +retrace. For them almost exclusively was +reserved that strange sense of looking +down over the stern of the ship into the +boiling commotion of the churned-up +waters, the maelstrom of snow under the +counter merging into the pale green highway +that lay straight behind them to the +horizon, and of knowing that it was a +road that divided them from home, a road +that grew a mile longer with every three +minutes of their storming progress. Other +ships would follow on the road; other +ships would turn and come again, and +drive their way straight back over the +white foam to where, with a sudden +plunging and turning of screws in the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[79]</a></span> +green harbour water of home, the road +had begun. But they who looked back +from the steerage quarters of the <i>Titanic</i> +would not return; and they, alone of all +the passengers on the ship, knew it.</p> + +<p>And that is all we can know or imagine +about them; but it is probably more than +most of the fortunate ones on the snowy +upper decks cared to know or imagine. Up +there also there were distinctions; some +of the travellers there, for example, were +so rich that they were conspicuous for +riches, even in a population like this—and +I imagine that the standard of wealth is +higher in the first-class population of an +Atlantic liner than in any other group of +people in the world. There were four men +there who represented between them the +possession of some seventy millions of +money—John Jacob Astor, Isidore Straus, +George D. Widener, and Benjamin Guggenheim +their names; and it was said<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[80]</a></span> +that there were twenty who represented a +fortune of a hundred millions between +them—an interesting, though not an important, +fact. But there were people there +conspicuous for other things than their +wealth. There was William T. Stead who, +without any wealth at all, had in some +respects changed the thought and social +destinies of England; there was Francis +Millet, a painter who had attained to +eminence in America and who had recently +been head of the American Academy in +Rome; there was an eminent motorist, +an eminent master of hounds, an eminent +baseball player, an eminent poloist; and +there was Major Archibald Butt, the +satellite and right-hand man of Presidents, +who had had a typical American career +as newspaper correspondent, secretary, +soldier, diplomatist, aide-de-camp, and +novelist. There was Mr. Ismay, the most +important man on the ship, for as head<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[81]</a></span> +of the White Star Line he was practically +her owner. He was accompanying her on +her maiden voyage with no other object +than to find out wherein she was defective, +so that her younger sister might excel +her. He may be said to have accomplished +his purpose; and of all the people who +took this voyage he is probably the only +one who succeeded in what he set out to +do. There was Mr. Andrews, one of the +designers of the <i>Titanic</i>, who had come +to enjoy the triumph of his giant child; +and there were several others also, denizens +of that great forest of iron in Belfast +Lough, who had seen her and known her +when she was a cathedral building within +a scaffolding, the most solid and immovable +thing in their world. These, the +friends and companions of her infancy, +had come too, we may suppose, to admire +her in her moment of success, as the +nurses and humble attendants of some<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[82]</a></span> +beautiful girl will watch in a body her +departure for the triumphs of her first +ball.</p> + +<p>Of all this throng I had personal knowledge +of only two; and yet the two happened +to be extremely typical. I knew +John Jacob Astor a few years ago in New +York, when he sometimes seemed like +a polite skeleton in his own gay house; +an able but superficially unprepossessing +man, so rich that it was almost impossible +to know accurately anything about him—a +man, I should say, to whom money +had been nothing but a handicap from +his earliest days. He was typical of this +company because he was so conspicuous +and so unknown; for when a man has +thirty millions of money the world hears +about his doings and possessions endlessly, +but knows little of the man himself. +It is enough to say that there were good +things and bad things credited to his<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[83]</a></span> +account, of which the good were much +more unlikely and surprising than the bad.</p> + +<p>The other man—and how different!—was +Christopher Head. He was typical +too, typical of that almost anonymous +world that keeps the name of England +liked and respected everywhere. I said +that he was typical because these few +conspicuous names that I have mentioned +represent only one narrow class of mankind; +among the unnamed and the unknown +you may be sure, if you have any +wide experience of collective humanity, +that virtues and qualities far more striking +and far more admirable were included. +Christopher Head was mild and unassuming, +and one of the most attractive +of men, for wherever he went he left a +sense of serenity and security; and he +walked through life with a keen, observant +intelligence. Outside Lloyd’s, of which +great corporation he was a member, his<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[84]</a></span> +interests were chiefly artistic, and he used +his interest and knowledge in the best +possible way for the public good when he +was Mayor of Chelsea, and made his influence +felt by imparting some quite new +and much-needed ideals into that civic +office.... But two known faces do not +make a crowd familiar; and nothing will +bring most of us any nearer to the knowledge +of these voyagers than will the +knowledge of what happened to them.</p> + +<p>One thing we do know—a small thing +and yet illuminating to our picture. There +were many young people on board, many +newly married, and some, we may be sure, +for whom the voyage represented the gateway +to romance; for no Atlantic liner ever +sailed with a full complement and set down +all its passengers in the emotional state in +which it took them up. The sea is a great +match-maker; and in those long monotonous +hours of solitude many flowers of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[85]</a></span> +the heart blossom and many minds and +characters strike out towards each other +in new and undreamed-of sympathy.</p> + +<p>Of this we may be as sure as of the +existence of the ship: that there were on +board the <i>Titanic</i> people watching the +slip of moon setting early on those April +nights for whom time and the world +were quite arrested in their course, and +for whom the whole ship and her teeming +activities were but frame and setting for +the perfect moment of their lives; for +whom the thronging multitudes of their +fellow passengers were but a blurred background +against which the colour of their +joy stood sharp and clear. The fields of +foam-flecked blue, sunlit or cloud-shadowed +by day; the starlight on the waters; +the slow and scarcely perceptible swinging +of the ship’s rail against the violet and +spangled sky; the low murmur of voices, +the liquid notes of violins, the trampling<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[86]</a></span> +tune of the engines—to how many others +have not these been the properties of a +magic world; for how many others, as +long as men continue to go in ships upon +the sea, will they not be the symbols of a +joy that is as old as time, and that is found +to be new by every generation! For this +also is one of the gifts of the sea, and one +of the territories through which the long +road passes.</p> + + + +<h2><a name="VII" id="VII"></a>VII<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[87]</a></span></h2> + + +<p class="newchapter"><span class="firstword"><span class="dropcap">S</span>unday</span> came, with nothing to +mark it except the morning service +in the saloon—a function that by +reason of its novelty, attracts some people +at sea who do not associate it with the +shore. One thing, however, fire or boat +muster, which usually marks Sunday at +sea, and gives it a little variety, did not +for some reason take place. It is one of +the few variants of the monotony of shipboard +life, where anything in the nature +of a spectacle is welcomed; and most +travellers are familiar with the stir caused +by the sudden hoarse blast of the foghorn +and the subsequent patter of feet +and appearance from below of all kinds +of people whose existence the passenger<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[88]</a></span> +had hardly suspected. Stewards, sailors, +firemen, engineers, nurses, bakers, +butchers, cooks, florists, barbers, carpenters, +and stewardesses, ranged in two +immense lines along the boat deck, answer +to their names and are told off, according +to their numbers, to take charge of certain +boats. This muster did not take place on +the <i>Titanic</i>; if it had it would have revealed +to any observant passenger the +fact that the whole crew of nine hundred +would have occupied all the available accommodation +in the boats hanging on the +davits and left no room for any passengers. +For the men who designed and built +the <i>Titanic</i>, who knew the tremendous +strength of the girders and cantilevers +and bulkheads which took the thrust and +pull of every strain that she might undergo, +had thought of boats rather as a +superfluity, dating from the days when +ships were vulnerable, when they sprang<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[89]</a></span> +leaks and might sink in the high seas. +In their pride they had said “the <i>Titanic</i> +cannot spring a leak.” So there was no +boat muster, and the routine occupations +of Sunday went on unvaried and undisturbed. +Only in the Marconi room was +the monotony varied, for something had +gone wrong with the delicate electrical +apparatus, and the wireless voice was +silent; and throughout the morning and +afternoon, for seven hours, Phillips and +Bride were hard at work testing and +searching for the little fault that had cut +them off from the world of voices. And +at last they found it, and the whining and +buzzing began again. But it told them +nothing new; only the same story, whispered +this time from the <i>Californian</i>—the +story of ice.</p> + +<p>The day wore on, the dusk fell, lights +one by one sprang up and shone within +the ship; the young moon rose in a cloudless<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[90]</a></span> +sky spangled with stars. People remarked +on the loveliness of the night as +they went to dress for dinner, but they +remarked also on its coldness. There was +an unusual chill in the air, and lightly +clad people were glad to draw in to the +big fireplaces in smoke-room or drawing-room +or library, and to keep within the +comfort of the warm and lamplit rooms. +The cold was easily accounted for; it was +the ice season, and the airs that were +blowing down from the north-west carried +with them a breath from the ice-fields. It +was so cold that the decks were pretty +well deserted, and the usual evening concert, +instead of being held on the open +deck, was held in the warmth, under +cover. And gradually people drifted away +to bed, leaving only a few late birds +sitting up reading in the library, or +playing cards in the smoking-rooms, or +following a restaurant dinner-party by<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[91]</a></span> +quiet conversation in the flower-decked +lounge.</p> + +<p>The ship had settled down for the night; +half of her company were peacefully +asleep in bed, and many lying down +waiting for sleep to come, when something +happened. What that something +was depended upon what part of the ship +you were in. The first thing to attract +the attention of most of the first-class +passengers was a negative thing—the +cessation of that trembling, continuous +rhythm which had been the undercurrent +of all their waking sensations since the +ship left Queenstown. The engines +stopped. Some wondered, and put their +heads out of their state-room doors, +or even threw a wrap about them and +went out into the corridors to see what +had happened, while others turned over +in bed and composed themselves to +sleep, deciding to wait until the morning<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[92]</a></span> +to hear what was the cause of the +delay.</p> + +<p>Lower down in the ship they heard a +little more. The sudden harsh clash of +the engine-room telegraph bells would +startle those who were near enough to +hear it, especially as it was followed almost +immediately afterwards by the simultaneous +ringing all through the lower +part of the ship of the gongs that gave +warning of the closing of the water-tight +doors. After the engines stopped there +was a moment of stillness; and then the +vibration began again, more insistently +this time, with a certain jumping movement +which to the experienced ear meant +that the engines were being sent full +speed astern; and then they stopped +again, and again there was stillness.</p> + +<p>Here and there in the long corridors +amidships a door opened and some one +thrust a head out, asking what was the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[93]</a></span> +matter; here and there a man in pyjamas +and a dressing-gown came out of his +cabin and climbed up the deserted staircase +to have a look at what was going +on; people sitting in the lighted saloons +and smoke-rooms looked at one another +and said: “What was that?” gave or +received some explanation, and resumed +their occupations. A man in his dressing-gown +came into one of the smoking-rooms +where a party was seated at cards, with a +few yawning bystanders looking on before +they turned in. The newcomer wanted +to know what was the matter, whether +they had noticed anything? They had +felt a slight jar, they said, and had seen +an iceberg going by past the windows; +probably the ship had grazed it, but no +damage had been done. And they resumed +their game of bridge. The man +in the dressing-gown left the smoke-room, +and never saw any of the players again.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[94]</a></span> +So little excitement was there in this part +of the ship that the man in the dressing-gown +(his name was Mr. Beezley, an +English schoolmaster, one of the few +who emerges from the crowd with an intact +individuality) went back to his cabin +and lay down on his bed with a book, +waiting for the ship to start again. But +the unnatural stillness, the uncanny peace +even of this great peaceful ship, must +have got a little upon his nerves; and +when he heard people moving about in +the corridors, he got up again, and found +that several people whom the stillness had +wakened from their sleep were wandering +about inquiring what had happened.</p> + +<p>But that was all. The half-hour which +followed the stoppage of the ship was a +comparatively quiet half-hour, in which a +few people came out of their cabins indeed, +and collected together in the corridors +and staircases gossiping, speculating<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[95]</a></span> +and asking questions as to what +could have happened; but it was not a +time of anxiety, or anything like it. +Nothing could be safer on this quiet +Sunday night than the great ship, warmed +and lighted everywhere, with her thick +carpets and padded armchairs and cushioned +recesses; and if anything could +have added to the sense of peace and +stability, it was that her driving motion +had ceased, and that she lay solid and +motionless-like a rock in the sea, the still +water scarcely lapping against her sides. +And those of her people who had thought +it worth while to get out of bed stood +about in little knots, and asked foolish +questions, and gave foolish answers in +the familiar manner of passengers on shipboard +when the slightest incident occurs +to vary the regular and monotonous +routine.</p> + + + +<h2><a name="VIII" id="VIII"></a>VIII<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[96]</a></span></h2> + + +<p class="newchapter"><span class="firstword"><span class="dropcap">T</span>his</span> was one phase of that first +half-hour. Up on the high bridge, +isolated from all the indoor life of +the passengers, there was another phase. +The watches had been relieved at ten +o’clock, when the ship had settled down +for the quietest and least eventful period +of the whole twenty-four hours. The First +Officer, Mr. Murdoch, was in command +of the bridge, and with him was Mr. +Boxhall, the Fourth Officer, and the +usual look-out staff. The moon had set, +and the night was very cold, clear and +starry, except where here and there a +slight haze hung on the surface of the +water. Captain Smith, to whom the night +of the sea was like day, and to whom all<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[97]</a></span> +the invisible tracks and roads of the +Atlantic were as familiar as Fleet Street +is to a <i>Daily Telegraph</i> reporter, had +been in the chart room behind the bridge +to plot out the course for the night, and +afterwards had gone to his room to lie +down. Two pairs of sharp eyes were +peering forward from the crow’s nest, +another pair from the nose of the ship on +the fo’c’stle head, and at least three pairs +from the bridge itself, all staring into the +dim night, quartering with busy glances +the area of the black sea in front of them +where the foremast and its wire shrouds +and stays were swinging almost imperceptibly +across the starry sky.</p> + +<p>At twenty minutes to twelve the silence +of the night was broken by three sharp +strokes on the gong sounding from the +crow’s nest—a signal for something right +ahead; while almost simultaneously came +a voice through the telephone from the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[98]</a></span> +look-out announcing the presence of ice. +There was a kind of haze in front of the +ship the colour of the sea, but nothing +could be distinguished from the bridge. +Mr. Murdoch’s hand was on the telegraph +immediately, and his voice rapped +out the order to the quartermaster to +starboard the helm. The wheel spun +round, the answering click came up from +the startled engine-room; but before anything +else could happen there was a slight +shock, and a splintering sound from the +bows of the ship as she crashed into +yielding ice. That was followed by a +rubbing, jarring, grinding sensation along +her starboard bilge, and a peak of dark-coloured +ice glided past close alongside.</p> + +<p>As the engines stopped in obedience to +the telegraph Mr. Murdoch turned the +switches that closed the water-tight doors. +Captain Smith came running out of the +chart room. “What is it?” he asked.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[99]</a></span> +“We have struck ice, Sir.” “Close the +water-tight doors.” “It is already done, +Sir.” Then the Captain took command. +He at once sent a message to the carpenter +to sound the ship and come and +report; the quartermaster went away +with the message, and set the carpenter +to work. Captain Smith now gave a +glance at the commutator, a dial which +shows to what extent the ship is off the +perpendicular, and noticed that she carried +a 5° list to starboard. Coolly following a +routine as exact as that which he would +have observed had he been conning the +ship into dock, he gave a number of +orders in rapid succession, after first consulting +with the Chief Engineer. Then, +having given instructions that the whole +of the available engine-power was to be +turned to pumping the ship, he hurried +aft along the boat-deck to the Marconi +room. Phillips was sitting at his key,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[100]</a></span> +toiling through routine business; Bride, +who had just got up to relieve him, was +sleepily making preparations to take his +place. The Captain put his head in at the +door.</p> + +<p>“We have struck an iceberg,” he said, +“and I am having an inspection made to +tell what it has done for us. Better get +ready to send out a call for assistance, but +don’t send it until I tell you.”</p> + +<p>He hurried away again; in a few +minutes he put his head in at the door +again; “Send that call for assistance,” +he said.</p> + +<p>“What call shall I send?” asked +Phillips.</p> + +<p>“The regulation international call for +help, just that,” said the Captain, and +was gone again.</p> + +<p>But in five minutes he came back into +the wireless room, this time apparently +not in such a hurry. “What call are you<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[101]</a></span> +sending?” he asked; and when Phillips +told him “C.Q.D.,” the highly technical +and efficient Bride suggested, laughingly, +that he should send “S.O.S.,” the new +international call for assistance which has +superseded the C.Q.D. “It is the new +call,” said Bride, “and it may be your +last chance to send it!” And they all +three laughed, and then for a moment +chatted about what had happened, while +Phillips tapped out the three longs, three +shorts, and three longs which instantaneously +sent a message of appeal flashing +out far and wide into the dark night. +The Captain, who did not seem seriously +worried or concerned, told them that the +ship had been struck amidships or a little +aft of that.</p> + +<p>Whatever may have been happening +down below, everything up here was quiet +and matter-of-fact. It was a disaster, of +course, but everything was working well,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[102]</a></span> +everything had been done; the electric +switches for operating the bulkhead doors +had been used promptly, and had worked +beautifully; the powerful wireless plant +was talking to the ocean, and in a few +hours there would be some other ship +alongside of them. It was rough luck, to +be sure; they had not thought they would +so soon have a chance of proving that the +<i>Titanic</i> was unsinkable.</p> + + + +<h2><a name="IX" id="IX"></a>IX<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[103]</a></span></h2> + + +<p class="newchapter"><span class="firstword"><span class="dropcap">W</span>e</span> must now visit in imagination +some other parts of the ship, +parts isolated from the bridge +and the spacious temple of luxury amidships, +and try to understand how the +events of this half hour appeared to the +denizens of the lower quarters of the ship. +The impact that had been scarcely noticed +in the first-class quarters had had much +more effect down below, and especially +forward, where some of the third-class +passengers and some of the crew were +berthed. A ripping, grinding crash +startled all but the heaviest sleepers here +into wakefulness; but it was over so soon +and was succeeded by so peaceful a silence +that no doubt any momentary panic it +might have caused was soon allayed. One<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[104]</a></span> +of the firemen describing it said: “I was +awakened by a noise, and between sleeping +and waking I thought I was dreaming +that I was on a train that had run off the +lines, and that I was being jolted about.” +He jumped out and went on deck, where +he saw the scattered ice lying about. “Oh, +we have struck an iceberg,” he said, +“that’s nothing; I shall go back and +turn in,” and he actually went back to bed +and slept for half an hour, until he was +turned out to take his station at the boats.</p> + +<p>The steerage passengers, who were +berthed right aft, heard nothing and knew +nothing until the news that an accident +had happened began slowly to filter down +to them. But there was no one in authority +to give them any official news, and for +a time they were left to wonder and speculate +as they chose. Forward, however, it +became almost immediately apparent to +certain people that there was something<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[105]</a></span> +grievously wrong; firemen on their way +through the passage along the ship’s bottom +leading between their quarters and +No. 1 stokehold found water coming in, +and rapidly turned back. They were met +on their way up the staircase by an officer +who asked them what they were doing. +They told him. “There’s water coming +into our place, Sir,” they said; and as he +thought they were off duty he did not turn +them back.</p> + +<p>Mr. Andrews, a partner in Harland +and Wolff’s, and one of the <i>Titanic’s</i> +designers, had gone quietly down by himself +to investigate the damage, and, great +as was his belief in the giant he had +helped to create, it must have been shaken +when he found the water pouring into +her at the rate of hundreds of tons a +minute. Even his confidence in those +mighty steel walls that stretched one behind +the other in succession along the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[106]</a></span> +whole length of the ship could not have +been proof against the knowledge that +three or four of them had been pierced by +the long rip of the ice-tooth. There was +just a chance that she would hold up +long enough to allow of relief to arrive in +time; but it is certain that from that moment +Mr. Andrews devoted himself to +warning people, and helping to get them +away, so far as he could do so without +creating a panic.</p> + +<p>Most of the passengers, remember, +were still asleep during this half hour. +One of the most terrible things possible +at sea is a panic, and Captain Smith was +particularly anxious that no alarm should +be given before or unless it was absolutely +necessary. He heard what Mr. Andrews +had to say, and consulted with the engineer, +and soon found that the whole of +the ship’s bottom was being flooded. There +were other circumstances calculated to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[107]</a></span> +make the most sanguine ship-master uneasy. +Already, within half an hour, the +<i>Titanic</i> was perceptibly down by the head. +She would remain stationary for five +minutes and then drop six inches or a +foot; remain stationary again, and drop +another foot—a circumstance ominous to +experienced minds, suggesting that some +of the smaller compartments forward were +one by one being flooded, and letting the +water farther and farther into her hull.</p> + +<p>Therefore at about twenty-five minutes +past midnight the Captain gave orders for +the passengers to be called and mustered +on the boat deck. All the ship’s crew +had by this time been summoned to their +various stations; and now through all +the carpeted corridors, through the companion-ways +and up and down staircases, +leading to the steerage cabins, an army +of three hundred stewards was hurrying, +knocking loudly on doors, and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[108]</a></span> +shouting up and down the passages, +“All passengers on deck with life-belts +on!” The summons came to many in their +sleep; and to some in the curtained firelight +luxury of their deck state-rooms it +seemed an order so absurd that they +scorned it, and actually went back to bed +again. These, however, were rare exceptions; +for most people there was no mistaking +the urgency of the command, even +though they were slow to understand the +necessity for it. And hurry is a thing +easily communicated; seeing some passengers +hastening out with nothing over +their night clothes but a blanket or a +wrapper, others caught the infection, and +hurried too; and struggling with life-belts, +clumsily attempting to adjust them +over and under a curious assortment of +garments, the passengers of the <i>Titanic</i> +came crowding up on deck, for the first +time fully alarmed.</p> + + + +<h2><a name="X" id="X"></a>X<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[109]</a></span></h2> + + +<p class="newchapter"><span class="firstword"><span class="dropcap">W</span>hen</span> the people came on deck +it was half-past twelve. The +first-class passengers came +pouring up the two main staircases and +out on to the boat deck—some of them +indignant, many of them curious, some +few of them alarmed. They found there +everything as usual except that the long +deck was not quite level; it tilted downwards +a little towards the bow, and there +was a slight list towards the starboard +side. The stars were shining in the sky +and the sea was perfectly smooth, although +dotted about it here and there were lumps +of dark-coloured ice, almost invisible +against the background of smooth water. +A long line of stewards was forming up +beside the boats on either side—those<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[110]</a></span> +solid white boats, stretching far aft in +two long lines, that became suddenly invested +with practical interest. Officers +were shouting orders, seamen were busy +clearing up the coils of rope attached to +the davit tackles, fitting the iron handles +to the winches by which the davits themselves +were canted over from the inward +position over the deck to the outward +position over the ship’s side. Almost at +the same time a rush of people began +from the steerage quarters, swarming up +stairways and ladders to reach this high +deck hitherto sacred to the first-class passengers. +At first they were held back by +a cordon of stewards, but some broke +through and others were allowed through, +so that presently a large proportion of +the ship’s company was crowding about +the boat deck and the one immediately +below it.</p> + +<p>Then the business of clearing, filling,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[111]</a></span> +and lowering the boats was begun—a +business quickly described, but occupying +a good deal of time in the transaction. +Mr. Murdoch, the Chief Officer, ordered +the crews to the boats; and with some +confusion different parties of stewards and +sailors disentangled themselves from the +throng and stood in their positions by each +of the sixteen boats. Every member of +the crew, when he signs on for a voyage in +a big passenger ship, is given a number +denoting which boat’s crew he belongs +to. If there has been boat drill, every +man knows and remembers his number; +if, as in the case of the <i>Titanic</i>, there +has been no boat drill, some of the men +remember their numbers and some do +not, the result being a certain amount of +confusion. But at last a certain number +of men were allotted to each boat, and +began the business of hoisting them out.</p> + +<p>First of all the covers had to be taken<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[112]</a></span> +off and the heavy masts and sails lifted +out of them. Ship’s boats appear very +small things when one sees a line of them +swinging high up on deck; but, as a +matter of fact, they are extremely heavy, +each of them the size of a small sailing +yacht. Everything on the <i>Titanic</i> having +been newly painted, everything was stiff +and difficult to move. The lashings of +the heavy canvas covers were like wire, +and the covers themselves like great +boards; the new ropes ran stiffly in the +new gear. At last a boat was cleared and +the order given, “Women and children +first.” The officers had revolvers in their +hands ready to prevent a rush; but there +was no rush. There was a certain amount +of laughter. No one wanted to be the +first to get into the boat and leave the +ship. “Come on,” cried the officers. +There was a pause, followed by the brief +command, “Put them in.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[113]</a></span>”</p> + +<p>The crew seized the nearest women and +pushed or lifted them over the rail into +the first boat, which was now hanging +over the side level with the deck. But +they were very unwilling to go. The +boat, which looked big and solid on the +deck, now hung dizzily seventy-five feet +over the dark water; it seemed a far from +attractive prospect to get into it and go +out on to the cold sea, especially as everyone +was convinced that it was a merely +formal precaution which was being taken, +and that the people in the boats would +merely be rowed off a little way and kept +shivering on the cold sea for a time and +then brought back to the ship when it +was found that the danger was past. For, +walking about the deck, people remembered +all the things that they had been +thinking and saying since first they had +seen the <i>Titanic</i>; and what was the use of +travelling by an unsinkable ship if, at the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[114]</a></span> +first alarm of danger, one had to leave her +and row out on the icy water? Obviously +it was only the old habit of the sea asserting +itself, and Captain Smith, who had +hitherto been such a favourite, was beginning +to be regarded as something of a +nuisance with his ridiculous precautions.</p> + +<p>The boats swung and swayed in the +davits; even the calm sea, now that they +looked at it more closely, was seen to be +not absolutely like a millpond, but to have +a certain movement on its surface which, +although utterly helpless to move the +huge bulk of the <i>Titanic</i>, against whose +sides it lapped, as ineffectually as against +the walls of a dock, was enough to impart +a swinging movement to the small +boats. But at last, what with coercion +and persuasion, a boat was half filled +with women. One of the things they +liked least was leaving their husbands; +they felt that they were being sacrificed<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[115]</a></span> +needlessly to over-elaborate precautions, +and it was hard to leave the men standing +comfortably on the firm deck, sheltered +and in a flood of warm yellow light, +and in the safety of the great solid ship +that lay as still as a rock, while they had +to go out, half-clad and shivering, on the +icy waters.</p> + +<p>But the inexorable movements of the +crew continued. The pulleys squealed +in the sheaves, the new ropes were paid +out; and jerking downwards, a foot or +two at a time, the first boat dropped down +towards the water, past storey after storey +of the great structure, past rows and rows +of lighted portholes, until at last, by +strange unknown regions of the ship’s +side, where cataracts and waterfalls were +rushing into the sea, it rested on the +waves. The blocks were unhooked, the +heavy ash oars were shipped, and the +boat headed away into the darkness. And<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[116]</a></span> +then, and not till then, those in the boat +realized that something was seriously +wrong with the <i>Titanic</i>. Instead of the +trim level appearance which she presented +on the picture postcards or photographs, +she had an ungraceful slant downwards +to the bows—a heavy helpless appearance +like some wounded monster that is being +overcome by the waters. And even while +they looked, they could see that the bow +was sinking lower.</p> + +<p>After the first boat had got away, there +was less difficulty about the others. The +order, “Women and children first,” was +rigidly enforced by the officers; but it +was necessary to have men in the boats +to handle them, and a number of stewards, +and many grimy figures of stokers who +had mysteriously appeared from below +were put into them to man them. Once +the tide of people began to set into the +boats and away from the ship, there came<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[117]</a></span> +a certain anxiety to join them and not to +be left behind. Here and there indeed +there was over-anxiety, which had to be +roughly checked. One band of Italians +from the steerage, who had good reason +to know that something was wrong, tried +to rush one of the boats, and had to be +kept back by force, an officer firing a +couple of shots with his pistol; they desisted, +and were hauled back ignominiously +by the legs. In their place some of +the crew and the passengers who were +helping lifted in a number of Italian +women limp with fright.</p> + +<p>And still everyone was walking about +and saying that the ship was unsinkable. +There was a certain subdued excitement, +natural to those who feel that they are +taking part in a rather thrilling adventure +which will give them importance in +the eyes of people at home when they +relate it. There was as yet no call for<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[118]</a></span> +heroism, because, among the first-class +passengers certainly, the majority believed +that the safest as well as the most comfortable +place was the ship. But it was +painful for husbands and wives to be +separated, and the wives sent out to brave +the discomforts of the open boats while +the husbands remained on the dry and +comfortable ship.</p> + +<p>The steerage people knew better and +feared more. Life had not taught them, +as it had taught some of those first-class +passengers, that the world was an organization +specially designed for their comfort +and security; they had not come to +believe that the crude and ugly and elementary +catastrophes of fate would not +attack them. On the contrary, most of +them knew destiny as a thing to fear, and +made haste to flee from it. Many of +them, moreover, had been sleeping low +down in the forward part of the ship;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[119]</a></span> +they had heard strange noises, had seen +water washing about where no water +should be, and they were frightened. +There was, however, no discrimination +between classes in putting the women +into the boats. The woman with a tattered +shawl over her head, the woman +with a sable coat over her nightdress, the +woman clasping a baby, and the woman +clutching a packet of trinkets had all an +equal chance; side by side they were +handed on to the harsh and uncomfortable +thwarts of the lifeboats; the wife of the +millionaire sat cheek by jowl with a dusty +stoker and a Russian emigrant, and the +spoiled woman of the world found some +poor foreigner’s baby thrown into her lap +as the boat was lowered.</p> + +<p>By this time the women and children +had all been mustered on the second or +A deck; the men were supposed to remain +up on the boat deck while the boats were<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[120]</a></span> +being lowered to the level of the women, +where sections of the rail had been cleared +away for them to embark more easily; +but this rule, like all the other rules, was +not rigidly observed. The crew was not +trained enough to discipline and coerce the +passengers. How could they be? They +were trained to serve them, to be obsequious +and obliging; it would have been too +much to expect that they should suddenly +take command and order them about.</p> + +<p>There were many minor adventures and +even accidents. One woman had both her +legs broken in getting into the boat. The +mere business of being lowered in a boat +through seventy feet of darkness was in +itself productive of more than one exciting +incident. The falls of the first boat +jammed when she was four feet from the +water, and she had to be dropped into it +with a splash. And there was one very +curious incident which happened to the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[121]</a></span> +boat in which Mr. Beezley, the English +schoolmaster already referred to, had been +allotted a place as a helper. “As the +boat began to descend,” he said, “two +ladies were pushed hurriedly through the +crowd on B deck, and a baby ten months +old was passed down after them. Then +down we went, the crew shouting out +directions to those lowering us. ‘Level,’ +‘Aft,’ ‘Stern,’ ‘Both together!’ until we +were some ten feet from the water. Here +occurred the only anxious moment we +had during the whole of our experience +from the time of our leaving the deck to +our reaching the <i>Carpathia</i>.</p> + +<p>“Immediately below our boat was the +exhaust of the condensers, and a huge +stream of water was pouring all the time +from the ship’s side just above the water-line. +It was plain that we ought to be +smart away from it if we were to escape +swamping when we touched the water.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[122]</a></span> +We had no officers on board, and no petty +officer or member of the crew to take +charge, so one of the stokers shouted, +‘Some one find the pin which releases +the boat from the ropes and pull it up!’ +No one knew where it was. We felt as +well as we could on the floor, and along +the sides, but found nothing. It was +difficult to move among so many people. +We had sixty or seventy on board. Down +we went, and presently we floated with +our ropes still holding us, and the stream +of water from the exhaust washing us +away from the side of the vessel, while +the swell of the sea urged us back against +the side again.</p> + +<p>“The result of all these forces was +that we were carried parallel to the ship’s +side, and directly under boat No. 14, +which had filled rapidly with men, and +was coming down on us in a way that +threatened to submerge our boat.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[123]</a></span></p> + +<p>“‘Stop lowering 14,’ our crew shouted, +and the crew of No. 14, now only 20 feet +above, cried out the same. The distance +to the top, however, was some 70 feet, and +the creaking of the pulleys must have +deadened all sound to those above, for +down she came, 15 feet, 10 feet, 5 feet, and +a stoker and I reached up and touched the +bottom of the swinging boat above our +heads. The next drop would have brought +her on our heads. Just before she dropped +another stoker sprang to the ropes with +his knife open in his hand. ‘One,’ I +heard him say, and then ‘Two,’ as the +knife cut through the pulley rope.</p> + +<p>“‘The next moment the exhaust stream +carried us clear, while boat No. 14 dropped +into the water, taking the space we had +occupied a moment before. Our gunwales +were almost touching. We drifted away +easily, and when our oars were got out, +we headed directly away from the ship.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[124]</a></span>’”</p> + +<p>But although there was no sense of +danger, there were some painful partings +on the deck where the women were embarked; +for you must think of this scene +as going on for at least an hour amid a +confusion of people pressing about, trying +to find their friends, asking for information, +listening to some new rumour, trying +to decide whether they should or +should not go in the boats, to a constant +accompaniment of shouted orders, the +roar of escaping steam, the squeal and +whine of the ropes and pulleys, and the +gay music of the band, which Captain +Smith had ordered to play during the +embarkation. Every now and then a +woman would be forced away from her +husband; every now and then a husband, +having got into a boat with his wife, +would be made to get out of it again. If +it was hard for the wives to go, it was +harder for the husbands to see them go<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[125]</a></span> +to such certain discomfort and in such +strange company. Colonel Astor, whose +young wife was in a delicate state of +health, had got into the boat with her to +look after her; and no wonder. But he +was ordered out again and came at once, +no doubt feeling bitterly, poor soul, that +he would have given many of his millions +to be able to go honourably with her. +But he stepped back without a word of +remonstrance and gave her good-bye with +a cheery message, promising to meet her +in New York. And if that happened to +him, we may be sure it was happening +over and over again in other boats. There +were women who flatly refused to leave +their husbands and chose to stay with +them and risk whatever fate might be in +store for them, although at that time most +of the people did not really believe that +there was much danger. Yet here and +there there were incidents both touching<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[126]</a></span> +and heroic. When it came to the turn of +Mrs. Isidore Straus, the wife of a Jewish +millionaire, she took her seat but got back +out of the boat when she found her husband +was not coming. They were both old +people, and on two separate occasions an +Englishman who knew her tried to persuade +her to get into a boat, but she +would not leave her husband. The second +time the boat was not full and he went to +Mr. Straus and said: “Do go with your +wife. Nobody can object to an old gentleman +like you going. There is plenty of +room in the boat.” The old gentleman +thanked him calmly and said: “I won’t +go before the other men.” And Mrs. Straus +got out and, going up to him, said: “We +have been together for forty years and we +will not separate now.” And she remained +by his side until that happened to them +which happened to the rest.</p> + + + +<h2><a name="XI" id="XI"></a>XI<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[127]</a></span></h2> + + +<p class="newchapter"><span class="firstword"><span class="dropcap">W</span>e</span> must now go back to the +Marconi room on the upper +deck where, ten minutes after +the collision, Captain Smith had left the +operators with orders to send out a call +for assistance. From this Marconi room +we get a strange but vivid aspect of the +situation; for Bride, the surviving operator, +who afterwards told the story so +graphically to the <i>New York Times</i>, +practically never left the room until he +left it to jump into the sea, and his knowledge +of what was going on was the vivid, +partial knowledge of a man who was +closely occupied with his own duties and +only knew of other happenings in so far +as they affected his own doings. They<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[128]</a></span> +had been working, you will remember, +almost all of that Sunday at locating and +replacing a burnt-out terminal, and were +both very tired. Phillips was taking the +night shift of duty, but he told Bride to +go to bed early and get up and relieve him +as soon as he had had a little sleep, as +Phillips himself was quite worn out with his +day’s work. Bride went to sleep in the cabin +which opened into the operating-room.</p> + +<p>He slept some time, and when he woke +he heard Phillips still at work. He could +read the rhythmic buzzing sounds as easily +as you or I can read print. He could hear +that Phillips was talking to Cape Race, +sending dull uninteresting traffic matter; +and he was about to sink off to sleep +again when he remembered how tired +Phillips must be, and decided that he +would get up and relieve him for a spell. +He never felt the shock, or saw anything, +or had any other notification of anything<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[129]</a></span> +unusual except no doubt the ringing of +the telegraph bells and cessation of the +beat of the engines. It was a few minutes +afterwards that, as we have seen, the +Captain put his head in at the door and +told them to get ready to send a call, returning +ten minutes later to tell them to +send it.</p> + +<p>The two operators were rather amused +than otherwise at having to send out the +S.O.S.; it was a pleasant change from +relaying traffic matter. “We said lots of +funny things to each other in the next +few minutes,” said Bride. Phillips went +stolidly on, firmly hammering out his +“S.O.S., S.O.S.,” sometimes varying it +with “C.Q.D.” for the benefit of such +operators as might not be on the alert for +the new call. For several minutes there +was no reply; then the whining voice at +Phillips’ ear began to answer. Some one +had heard. They had picked up the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[130]</a></span> +steamer <i>Frankfurt</i>, and they gave her the +position and told her that the <i>Titanic</i> had +struck an iceberg and needed assistance. +There was another pause and, in their +minds’ eye, the wireless men could see +the <i>Frankfurt’s</i> operator miles and miles +away across the dark night going along +from his cabin and rousing the <i>Frankfurt’s</i> +Captain and giving his message +and coming back to the instrument, when +again the whining voice began asking for +more news.</p> + +<p>They were learning facts up here in the +Marconi room. They knew that the +<i>Titanic</i> was taking in water, and they +knew that she was sinking by the head; +and what they knew they flashed out into +the night for the benefit of all who had +ears to hear. They knew that there were +many ships in their vicinity; but they +knew also that hardly any of them carried +more than one operator, and that even<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[131]</a></span> +Marconi operators earning £4 a month +must go to bed and sleep sometimes, and +that it was a mere chance if their call was +heard. But presently the Cunard liner +<i>Carpathia</i> answered and told them her +position, from which it appeared that she +was about seventy miles away. The <i>Carpathia</i>, +which was heading towards the +Mediterranean, told them she had altered +her course and was heading full steam to +their assistance. The <i>Carpathia’s</i> voice +was much fainter than the <i>Frankfurt’s</i>, +from which Phillips assumed that the +<i>Frankfurt</i> was the nearer ship; but there +was a certain lack of promptitude on +board the <i>Frankfurt</i> which made Phillips +impatient. While he was still sending +out the call for help, after the <i>Frankfurt</i> +had answered it, she interrupted him +again, asking what was the matter. They +told Captain Smith, who said, “That fellow +is a fool,” an opinion which Phillips<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[132]</a></span> +and Bride not only shared, but which they +even found time to communicate to the +operator on the <i>Frankfurt</i>. By this time +the <i>Olympic</i> had also answered her twin +sister’s cry for help, but she was far away, +more than three hundred miles; and although +she too turned and began to race +towards the spot where the <i>Titanic</i> was +lying so quietly, it was felt that the +honours of salving her passengers would +go to the <i>Carpathia</i>. The foolish <i>Frankfurt</i> +operator still occasionally interrupted +with a question, and he was finally told, +with such brusqueness as the wireless is +capable of, to keep away from his instrument +and not interfere with the serious +conversations of the <i>Titanic</i> and <i>Carpathia</i>.</p> + +<p>Then Bride took Phillips’s place at the +instrument and succeeded in getting a +whisper from the <i>Baltic</i>, and gradually, +over hundreds of miles of ocean, the invisible<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[133]</a></span> +ether told the ships that their giant +sister was in distress. The time passed +quickly with these urgent conversations +on which so much might depend, and +hour by hour and minute by minute the +water was creeping up the steep sides of +the ship. Once the Captain looked in and +told them that the engine-rooms were +taking in water and that the dynamos +might not last much longer. That information +was also sent to the <i>Carpathia</i>, who +by this time could tell them that she had +turned towards them with every furnace +going at full blast, and was hurrying forward +at the rate of eighteen knots instead +of her usual fifteen. It now became a +question how long the storage plant would +continue to supply current. Phillips went +out on deck and looked round. “The +water was pretty close up to the boat deck. +There was a great scramble aft, and how +poor Phillips worked through it I don’t<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[134]</a></span> +know. He was a brave man. I learnt to +love him that night, and I suddenly felt +for him a great reverence, to see him +standing there sticking to his work while +everybody else was raging about. While +I live I shall never forget the work Phillips +did for that last awful fifteen minutes.”</p> + +<p>Bride felt that it was time to look about +and see if there was no chance of saving +himself. He knew that by this time all +the boats had gone. He could see, by +looking over the side, that the water was +far nearer than it had yet been, and that +the fo’c’s’le decks, which of course were +much lower than the superstructure on +which the Marconi cabin was situated, +were already awash. He remembered +that there was a lifebelt for every member +of the crew and that his own was under +his bunk; and he went and put it on. +And then, thinking how cold the water +would be, he went back and put his boots<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[135]</a></span> +on, and an extra coat. Phillips was still +standing at the key, talking to the <i>Olympic</i> +now and telling her the tragic and +shameful news that her twin sister, the +unsinkable, was sinking by the head and +was pretty near her end. While Phillips +was sending this message Bride strapped +a lifebelt about him and put on his overcoat. +Then, at Phillips’s suggestion, Bride +went out to see if there was anything left +in the shape of a boat by which they could +get away. He saw some men struggling +helplessly with a collapsible boat which +they were trying to lower down on to the +deck. Bride gave them a hand and then, +although it was the last boat left, he +resolutely turned his back on it and went +back to Phillips. At that moment for the +last time, the Captain looked in to give +them their release.</p> + +<p>“Men, you have done your full duty, +you can do no more. Abandon your cabin<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[136]</a></span> +now; it is every man for himself; you look +out for yourselves. I release you. That’s +the way of it at this kind of time; every +man for himself.”</p> + +<p>Then happened one of the strangest +incidents of that strange hour. I can only +give it in Bride’s own words:</p> + +<p>“Phillips clung on, sending, sending. +He clung on for about ten minutes, +or maybe fifteen minutes, after the Captain +released him. The water was then +coming into our cabin.</p> + +<p>“While he worked something happened +I hate to tell about. I was back in my +room getting Phillips’s money for him, +and as I looked out of the door I saw a +stoker, or somebody from below decks, +leaning over Phillips from behind. Phillips +was too busy to notice what the man +was doing, but he was slipping the lifebelt +off Phillips’s back. He was a big +man, too.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[137]</a></span></p> + +<p>“As you can see, I’m very small. I +don’t know what it was I got hold of, but +I remembered in a flash the way Phillips +had clung on; how I had to fix that lifebelt +in place, because he was too busy to +do it.</p> + +<p>“I knew that man from below decks +had his own lifebelt, and should have +known where to get it. I suddenly felt +a passion not to let that man die a decent +sailor’s death. I wished he might have +stretched a rope or walked a plank. I +did my duty. I hope I finished him, but +I don’t know.</p> + +<p>“We left him on the cabin floor of the +wireless room, and he wasn’t moving.”</p> + +<p>Phillips left the cabin, running aft, and +Bride never saw him alive again. He +himself came out and found the water +covering the bridge and coming aft over +the boat deck.</p> + + + +<h2><a name="XII" id="XII"></a>XII<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">[138]</a></span></h2> + + +<p class="newchapter"><span class="firstword"><span class="dropcap">T</span>here</span> is one other separate point +of view from which we may look +at the ship during this fateful hour +before all points of view become merged +in one common experience. Mr. Boxhall, +the Fourth Officer, who had been on the +bridge at the moment of the impact, had +been busy sending up rockets and signals +in the effort to attract the attention of a +ship whose lights could be seen some ten +miles away; a mysterious ship which cannot +be traced, but whose lights appear to +have been seen by many independent witnesses +on the <i>Titanic</i>. So sure was he +of her position that Mr. Boxhall spent +almost all his time on the bridge signalling +to her with rockets and flashes; but no<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">[139]</a></span> +answer was received. He had, however, +also been on a rapid tour of inspection of +the ship immediately after she had struck. +He went down to the steerage quarters +forward and aft, and he was also down +in the deep forward compartment where +the Post Office men were working with +the mails, and he had at that time found +nothing wrong, and his information contributed +much to the sense of security that +was spread amongst the passengers.</p> + +<p>Mr. Pitman, the Third Officer, was in +his bunk at the time of the collision, having +been on duty on the bridge from six +to eight, when the Captain had also been +on the bridge. There had been talk of ice +among the officers on Sunday, and they +had expected to meet with it just before +midnight, at the very time, in fact, when +they had met with it. But very little ice had +been seen, and the speed of the ship had +not been reduced. Mr. Pitman says that<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">[140]</a></span> +when he awoke he heard a sound which +seemed to him to be the sound of the ship +coming to anchor. He was not actually +awake then, but he had the sensation of +the ship halting, and heard a sound like +that of chains whirling round the windlass +and running through the hawseholes into +the water. He lay in bed for three or four +minutes wondering in a sleepy sort of way +where they could have anchored. Then, +becoming more awake, he got up, and +without dressing went out on deck; he +saw nothing remarkable, but he went +back and dressed, suspecting that something +was the matter. While he was +dressing Mr. Boxhall looked in and said: +“We have struck an iceberg, old man; +hurry up!”</p> + +<p>He also went down below to make an +inspection and find out what damage had +been done. He went to the forward well +deck, where ice was lying, and into the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">[141]</a></span> +fo’c’s’le, but found nothing wrong there. +The actual damage was farther aft, and +at that time the water had not come into +the bows of the ship. As he was going +back he met a number of firemen coming +up the gangway with their bags of clothing; +they told him that water was coming +into their place. They were firemen off +duty, who afterwards were up on the boat +deck helping to man the boats. Then +Mr. Pitman went down lower into the +ship and looked into No. 1 hatch, where +he could plainly see water. All this took +time; and when he came back he found +that the men were beginning to get the +boats ready, a task at which he helped +under Mr. Murdoch’s orders. Presently +Mr. Murdoch ordered him to take command +of a boat and hang about aft of the +gangway. Pitman had very little relish +for leaving the ship at that time, and in +spite of the fact that she was taking in<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">[142]</a></span> +water, every one was convinced that the +<i>Titanic</i> was a much safer place than the +open sea. He had about forty passengers +and six of the crew in his boat, and as it +was about to be lowered, Mr. Murdoch +leant over to him and shook him heartily +by the hand: “Good-bye, old man, and +good luck,” he said, in tones which rather +surprised Pitman, for they seemed to imply +that the good-bye might be for a long +time. His boat was lowered down into +the water, unhooked, and shoved off, and +joined the gradually increasing fleet of +other boats that were cruising about in +the starlight.</p> + +<p>There was one man walking about that +upper deck whose point of view was quite +different from that of anyone else. Mr. +Bruce Ismay, like so many others, was +awakened from sleep by the stopping of +the engines; like so many others, also, +he lay still for a few moments, and then<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143">[143]</a></span> +got up and went into the passage-way, +where he met a steward and asked him +what was the matter. The steward knew +nothing, and Mr. Ismay went back to +his state-room, put on a dressing-gown +and slippers, and went up to the bridge, +where he saw the Captain. “What has +happened?” he asked. “We have struck +ice,” was the answer. “Is the injury +serious?” “I think so,” said the Captain. +Then Mr. Ismay came down in search of +the Chief Engineer, whom he met coming +up to the bridge; he asked him the same +question, and he also said he thought the +injury serious. He understood from them +that the ship was certainly in danger, but +that there was hope that if the pumps +could be kept going there would be no +difficulty in keeping her afloat quite long +enough for help to come and for the passengers +to be taken off. Whatever was +to be the result, it was a terrible moment<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">[144]</a></span> +for Mr. Ismay, a terrible blow to the +pride and record of the Company, that +this, their greatest and most invulnerable +ship, should be at least disabled, and +possibly lost, on her maiden voyage. But +like a sensible man, he did not stand +wringing his hands at the inevitable; he +did what he could to reassure the passengers, +repeating, perhaps with a slight +quaver of doubt in his voice, the old +word—unsinkable. When the boats began +to be launched he went and tried to +help, apparently in his anxiety getting +rather in the way. In this endeavour he +encountered the wrath of Mr. Lowe, the +Fifth Officer, who was superintending +the launching of boat No. 5. Mr. Lowe +did not know the identity of the nervous, +excited figure standing by the davits, nor +recognize the voice which kept saying +nervously, “Lower away! lower away!” +and it was therefore with no misgivings<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_145" id="Page_145">[145]</a></span> +that he ordered him away from the boat, +saying brusquely, “If you will kindly +get to hell out of this perhaps I’ll be able +to do something!”—a trifling incident, +but evidence that Mr. Ismay made no use +of his position for his own personal ends. +He said nothing, and went away to another +boat, where he succeeded in being +more useful, and it was not till afterwards +that an awe-stricken steward told +the Fifth Officer who it was that he had +chased away with such language. But +after that Mr. Ismay was among the +foremost in helping to sort out the women +and children and get them expeditiously +packed into the boats, with a burden of +misery and responsibility on his heart that +we cannot measure.</p> + +<p>One can imagine a great bustle and +excitement while the boats were being +sent away; but when they had all gone, +and there was nothing more to be done,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_146" id="Page_146">[146]</a></span> +those who were left began to look about +them and realize their position. There +was no doubt about it, the <i>Titanic</i> was +sinking, not with any plunging or violent +movement, but steadily settling down, +as a rock seems to settle into the water +when the tide rises about it.</p> + +<p>Down in the engine-room and stokeholds, +in conditions which can hardly be +imagined by the ordinary landsman, men +were still working with a grim and stoic +heroism. The forward stokeholds had +been flooded probably an hour after the +collision; but it is practically certain that +the bulkheads forward of No. 5 held until +the last. The doors in those aft of No. 4 +had been opened by hand after they had +been closed from the bridge, in order to +facilitate the passage of the engineering +staff about their business; and they remained +open, and the principal bulkhead +protecting the main engine-room, held +until the last. Water thus found its way<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147">[147]</a></span> +into some compartments, and gradually +rose; but long after those in charge had +given up all hope of saving the ship, +the stokehold watch were kept hard at +work drawing the fires from under the +boilers, so that when the water reached +them there should be no steam. The +duty of the engine-room staff was to keep +the pumps going as long as possible and +to run the dynamos that supplied the +current for the light and the Marconi +installation. This they did, as the black +water rose stage by stage upon them. At +least twenty minutes before the ship sank +the machinery must have been flooded, +and the current for the lights and the +wireless supplied from the storage plant. +No member of the engine-room staff was +ever seen alive again, but, when the water +finally flooded the stokeholds, the watch +were released and told to get up and +save themselves if they could.</p> + +<p>And up on deck a chilly conviction of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148">[148]</a></span> +doom was slowly but certainly taking the +place of that bland confidence in the unsinkable +ship in which the previous hour +had been lightly passed. That confidence +had been dreadfully overdone, so much so +that the stewards had found the greatest +difficulty in persuading the passengers to +dress themselves and come up on deck, +and some who had done so had returned +to their state-rooms and locked themselves +in. The last twenty minutes, however, +must have shown everyone on deck +that there was not a chance left. On a +ship as vast and solid as the <i>Titanic</i> there +is no sensation of actual sinking or settling. +She still seemed as immovable as +ever, but the water was climbing higher +and higher up her black sides. The +sensation was not that of the ship sinking, +but of the water rising about her. +And the last picture we have of her, while +still visible, still a firm refuge amid the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_149" id="Page_149">[149]</a></span> +waters, is of the band still playing and a +throng of people looking out from the +lamplit upper decks after the disappearing +boats, bracing themselves as best they +might for the terrible plunge and shock +which they knew was coming. Here and +there men who were determined still to +make a fight for life climbed over the rail +and jumped over; it was not a seventy +foot drop now—perhaps under twenty, +but it was a formidable jump. Some were +stunned, and some were drowned at once +before the eyes of those who waited; and +the dull splashes they made were probably +the first visible demonstration of the +death that was coming. Duties were still +being performed; an old deck steward, +who had charge of the chairs, was busily +continuing to work, adapting his duties +to the emergency that had arisen and +lashing chairs together. In this he was +helped by Mr. Andrews, who was last<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_150" id="Page_150">[150]</a></span> +seen engaged on this strangely ironic task +of throwing chairs overboard—frail rafts +thrown upon the waters that might or +might not avail some struggling soul +when the moment should arrive, and the +great ship of his designing float no longer. +Throughout he had been untiring in his +efforts to help and hearten people; but in +this the last vision of him, there is something +not far short of the sublime.</p> + +<p>The last collapsible boat was being +struggled with on the upper deck, but +there were no seamen about who understood +its stiff mechanism; unaccustomed +hands fumbled desperately with it, and +finally pushed it over the side in its collapsed +condition for use as a raft. Many +of the seamen and stewards had gathered +in the bar-room, where the attendant +was serving out glasses of whiskey to +any and all who came for it; but most +men had an instinct against being under<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151">[151]</a></span> +cover, and preferred to stand out in the +open.</p> + +<p>And now those in the boats that had +drawn off from the ship could see that +the end was at hand. Her bows had gone +under, although the stern was still fairly +high out of the water. She had sunk +down at the forward end of the great +superstructure amidships; her decks were +just awash, and the black throng was +moving aft. The ship was blazing with +light, and the strains of the band were +faintly heard still playing as they had +been commanded to do. But they had +ceased to play the jolly rag-time tunes with +which the bustle and labour of getting off +the boats had been accompanied; solemn +strains, the strains of a hymn, could be +heard coming over the waters. Many +women in the boats, looking back towards +that lighted and subsiding mass, knew +that somewhere, invisible among the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_152" id="Page_152">[152]</a></span> +throng, was all that they held dearest in +the world waiting for death; and they +could do nothing. Some tried to get the +crews to turn back, wringing their hands, +beseeching, imploring; but no crew dared +face the neighbourhood of the giant in her +death agony. They could only wait, and +shiver, and look.</p> + + + +<h2><a name="XIII" id="XIII"></a>XIII<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_153" id="Page_153">[153]</a></span></h2> + + +<p class="newchapter"><span class="firstword"><span class="dropcap">T</span>he</span> end, when it came, was as +gradual as everything else had +been since the first impact. Just as +there was no one moment at which everyone +in the ship realized that she had +suffered damage; just as there was no one +moment when the whole of her company +realized that they must leave her; just as +there was no one moment when all in the +ship understood that their lives were in +peril, and no moment when they all knew +she must sink; so there was no one +moment at which all those left on board +could have said, “She is gone.” At one +moment the floor of the bridge, where the +Captain stood, was awash; the next a +wave came along and covered it with four +feet of water, in which the Captain was +for a moment washed away, although he<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_154" id="Page_154">[154]</a></span> +struggled back and stood there again, up +to his knees in water. “Boys, you can +do no more,” he shouted, “look out for +yourselves!” Standing near him was a +fireman and—strange juxtaposition—two +unclaimed solitary little children, scarce +more than babies. The fireman seized one +in his arms, the Captain another; another +wave came and they were afloat in deep +water, striking out over the rail of the +bridge away from the ship.</p> + +<p>The slope of the deck increased, and +the sea came washing up against it as +waves wash against a steep shore. And +then that helpless mass of humanity was +stricken at last with the fear of death, and +began to scramble madly aft, away from +the chasm of water that kept creeping up +and up the decks. Then a strange thing +happened. They who had been waiting +to sink into the sea found themselves rising +into the air as the slope of the decks +grew steeper. Up and up, dizzily high<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_155" id="Page_155">[155]</a></span> +out of reach of the dark waters into which +they had dreaded to be plunged, higher +and higher into the air, towards the stars, +the stern of the ship rose slowly right out +of the water, and hung there for a time +that is estimated variously between two +and five minutes; a terrible eternity to +those who were still clinging. Many, +thinking the end had come, jumped; the +water resounded with splash after splash +as the bodies, like mice shaken out of a +trap into a bucket, dropped into the water. +All who could do so laid hold of something; +ropes, stanchions, deck-houses, +mahogany doors, window frames, anything, +and so clung on while the stern of +the giant ship reared itself towards the +sky. Many had no hold, or lost the hold +they had, and these slid down the steep +smooth decks, as people slide down a +water chute into the sea.</p> + +<p>We dare not linger here, even in imagination; +dare not speculate; dare not<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_156" id="Page_156">[156]</a></span> +look closely, even with the mind’s eye, at +this poor human agony, this last pitiful +scramble for dear life that the serene stars +shone down upon. We must either turn +our faces away, or withdraw to that surrounding +circle where the boats were +hovering with their terror-stricken burdens, +and see what they saw. They saw +the after part of the ship, blazing with +light, stand up, a suspended prodigy, between +the stars and the waters; they saw +the black atoms, each one of which they +knew to be a living man or woman on +fire with agony, sliding down like shot +rubbish into the sea; they saw the giant +decks bend and crack; they heard a hollow +and tremendous rumbling as the great +engines tore themselves from their steel +beds and crashed through the ship; they +saw sparks streaming in a golden rain +from one of the funnels; heard the dull +boom of an explosion while the spouting +funnel fell over into the sea with a slap<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_157" id="Page_157">[157]</a></span> +that killed every one beneath it and set +the nearest boat rocking; heard two more +dull bursting reports as the steel bulkheads +gave way or decks blew up; saw +the lights flicker out, flicker back again, +and then go out for ever, and the ship, +like some giant sea creature forsaking the +strife of the upper elements for the peace +of the submarine depths, launched herself +with one slow plunge and dive beneath +the waves.</p> + +<p>There was no great maelstrom as they +had feared, but the sea was swelling and +sinking all about them; and they could +see waves and eddies where rose the +imprisoned air, the smoke and steam of +vomited-up ashes, and a bobbing commotion +of small dark things where the +<i>Titanic</i>, in her pride and her shame, with +the clocks ticking and the fires burning in +her luxurious rooms, had plunged down +to the icy depths of death.</p> + + + +<h2><a name="XIV" id="XIV"></a>XIV<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_158" id="Page_158">[158]</a></span></h2> + + +<p class="newchapter"><span class="firstword"><span class="dropcap">A</span>s</span> the ship sank and the commotion +and swirl of the waves subsided, +the most terrible experience +of all began. The seas were not +voiceless; the horrified people in the surrounding +boats heard an awful sound +from the dark central area, a collective +voice, compound of moans, shrieks, cries +and despairing calls, from those who +were struggling in the water. It was an +area of death and of agony towards which +those in the boats dared not venture, even +although they knew their own friends +were perishing and crying for help there. +They could only wait and listen, hoping +that it might soon be over. But it was +not soon over. There was a great deal of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_159" id="Page_159">[159]</a></span> +floating wreckage to which hundreds of +people clung, some for a short time, some +for a long time; and while they clung on +they cried out to their friends to save +them. One boat—that commanded by +Mr. Lowe, the Fifth Officer—did, after +transshipping some of its passengers into +other boats, and embarking a crew of +oarsmen, venture back into the dark +centre of things. The wreckage and dead +bodies showed the sea so thickly that they +could hardly row without touching a dead +body; and once, when they were trying +to reach a survivor who was clinging to +a piece of broken staircase, praying and +calling for help, it took them nearly half +an hour to cover the fifty feet that separated +them from him, so thick were the +bodies. This reads like an exaggeration, +but it is well attested. The water was icy +cold, and benumbed many of them, who +thus died quickly; a few held on to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_160" id="Page_160">[160]</a></span> +life, moaning, wailing, calling—but in +vain.</p> + +<p>A few strong men were still making a +desperate fight for life. The collapsible +boat, which Bride had seen a group of +passengers attempting to launch a few +minutes before the ship sank, was washed +off by a wave in its collapsed condition. +Such boats contain air compartments in +their bottom, and thus, even although +they are not opened, they float like rafts, +and can carry a considerable weight. +Some of those who were swept off the +ship by the same wave that took the boat +found themselves near it and climbed on +to it. Mr. Lightoller, the Second Officer, +had dived as the ship dived, and been +sucked down the steep submerged wall +of the hull against the grating over the +blower for the exhaust steam. Far down +under the water he felt the force of an +explosion which blew him up to the surface,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_161" id="Page_161">[161]</a></span> +where he breathed for a moment, +and was then sucked back by the water +washing into the ship as it sank. This +time he landed against the grating over +the pipes that furnished the draught for +the funnels, and stuck there. There was +another explosion, and again he came to +the surface not many feet from the ship, +and found himself near the collapsible +boat, to which he clung. It was quite +near him that the huge funnel fell over +into the water and killed many swimmers +before his eyes. He drifted for a time on +the collapsible boat, until he was taken +off into one of the lifeboats.</p> + +<p>Bride also found himself strangely involved +with this boat, which he had last +seen on the deck of the ship. When he +was swept off, he found himself in the +horrible position of being trapped under +water beneath this boat. He struggled +out and tried to climb on to it, but it took<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_162" id="Page_162">[162]</a></span> +him a long time; at last, however, he +managed to get up on it, and found five +or six other people there. And now and +then some other swimmer, stronger than +most, would come up and be helped on +board. Some thus helped died almost +immediately; there were four found dead +upon this boat when at last the survivors +were rescued.</p> + +<p>There was another boat also not far +off, a lifeboat, capsized likewise. Six men +managed to scramble on to the keel of +this craft; it was almost all she could +carry. Mr. Caldwell, a second-class passenger, +who had been swimming about in +the icy water for nearly an hour, with +dead bodies floating all about him, was +beginning to despair when he found himself +near a crate to which another man +was clinging. “Will it hold two?” he +asked. And the other man, with a rare +heroism, said: “Catch hold and try; we<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_163" id="Page_163">[163]</a></span> +will live or die together.” And these two, +clinging precariously to the crate, reached +the overturned lifeboat and were hauled +up to its keel. Presently another man +came swimming along and asked if they +could take him on. But the boat was already +dangerously loaded; the weight of +another man would have meant death for +all, and they told him so. “All right,” +he cried, “good-bye; God bless you all!” +And he sank before their eyes.</p> + +<p>Captain Smith, who had last been seen +washed from the bridge as the ship sank, +with a child in his arms, was seen once +more before he died. He was swimming, +apparently only in the hope of saving the +child that he held; for in his austere conception +of his duty there was no place of +salvation for him while others were drowning +and struggling. He swam up to a +boat with the child and gasped out: “Take +the child!” A dozen willing hands were<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_164" id="Page_164">[164]</a></span> +stretched out to take it, and then to help +him into the boat; but he shook them off. +Only for a moment he held on, asking: +“What became of Murdoch?” and when +they said that he was dead, he let go his +hold, saying: “Let me go”; and the +last that they saw of him was swimming +back towards the ship. He had no lifebelt; +he had evidently no wish that there +should be any gruesome resurrection of +his body from the sea, and undoubtedly +he found his grave where he wished to +find it, somewhere hard by the grave of +his ship.</p> + +<p>The irony of chance, the merciless and +illogical selection which death makes in a +great collective disaster, was exemplified +over and over again in the deaths of people +who had escaped safely to a boat, and the +salvation of others who were involved +in the very centre of destruction. The +strangest escape of all was probably that<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_165" id="Page_165">[165]</a></span> +of Colonel Gracie of the United States +army, who jumped from the topmost deck +of the ship when she sank and was sucked +down with her. He was drawn down for +a long while, and whirled round and +round, and would have been drawn down +to a depth from which he could never +have come up alive if it had not been for +the explosion which took place after the +ship sank. “After sinking with the ship,” +he says, “it appeared to me as if I was +propelled by some great force through the +water. This may have been caused by +explosions under the waters, and I remembered +fearful stories of people being +boiled to death. Innumerable thoughts +of a personal nature, having relation to +mental telepathy, flashed through my +brain. I thought of those at home, as if +my spirit might go to them to say good-bye. +Again and again I prayed for deliverance, +although I felt sure that the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_166" id="Page_166">[166]</a></span> +end had come. I had the greatest difficulty +in holding my breath until I came +to the surface. I knew that once I inhaled, +the water would suffocate me. I +struck out with all my strength for the +surface. I got to the air again after a +time that seemed to me unending. There +was nothing in sight save the ocean strewn +with great masses of wreckage, dying men +and women all about me, groaning and +crying piteously. I saw wreckage everywhere, +and what came within reach I +clung to. I moved from one piece to +another until I reached the collapsible +boat. She soon became so full that it +seemed as if she would sink if more came +on board her. We had to refuse to let +any others climb on board. This was the +most pathetic and horrible scene of all. +The piteous cries of those around us ring +in my ears, and I will remember them to +my dying day. ‘Hold on to what you<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_167" id="Page_167">[167]</a></span> +have, old boy,’ we shouted to each man +who tried to get on board. ‘One more +of you would sink us all.’ Many of those +whom we refused answered, as they went +to their death, ‘Good luck; God bless +you.’ All the time we were buoyed up +and sustained by the hope of rescue. We +saw lights in all directions—particularly +some green lights which, as we learned +later, were rockets burned by one of the +<i>Titanic’s</i> boats. So we passed the night +with the waves washing over and burying +our raft deep in the water.”</p> + +<p>It was twenty minutes past two when +the <i>Titanic</i> sank, two hours and forty +minutes after she had struck the iceberg; +and for two hours after that the boats +drifted all round and about, some of them +in bunches of three or four, others solitary. +Almost every kind of suffering was endured +in them, although, after the mental +horrors of the preceding hour, physical<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_168" id="Page_168">[168]</a></span> +sufferings were scarcely felt. Some of the +boats had hardly anyone but women in +them; in many the stokers and stewards +were quite useless at the oars. But here +and there, in that sorrowful, horror-stricken +company, heroism lifted its head +and human nature took heart again. +Women took their turn at the oars in +boats where the men were either too few +or incapable of rowing; and one woman +notably, the Countess of Rothes, practically +took command of her boat and was +at an oar all the time. Where they were +rowing to most of them did not know. +They had seen lights at the time the ship +went down, and some of them made for +these; but they soon disappeared, and +probably most of the boats were following +each other aimlessly, led by one boat +in which some green flares were found, +which acted as a beacon for which the +others made. One man had a pocket<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_169" id="Page_169">[169]</a></span> +electric lamp, which he flashed now and +then, a little ray of hope and guidance +shining across those dark and miserable +waters. Not all of the boats had food and +water on board. Many women were only +in their night-clothes, some of the men in +evening dress; everyone was bitterly cold, +although, fortunately, there was no wind +and no sea.</p> + +<p>The stars paled in the sky; the darkness +became a little lighter; the gray daylight +began to come. Out of the surrounding +gloom a wider and wider area +of sea became visible, with here and there +a boat discernible on it, and here and +there some fragments of wreckage. By +this time the boats had rowed away from +the dreadful region, and but few floating +bodies were visible. The waves rose and +fell, smooth as oil, first gray in colour, +and then, as the light increased, the pure +dark blue of mid-ocean. The eastern sky<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_170" id="Page_170">[170]</a></span> +began to grow red under the cloud bank, +and from red to orange, and from orange +to gold, the lovely pageantry of an Atlantic +dawn began to unfold itself before +the aching eyes that had been gazing on +prodigies and horrors. From out that +well of light in the sky came rays that +painted the wave-backs first with rose, +and then with saffron, and then with pure +gold. And in the first flush of that blessed +and comforting light the draggled and +weary sufferers saw, first a speck far to +the south, then a smudge of cloud, and +then the red and black smoke-stack of a +steamer that meant succour and safety +for them.</p> + + + +<h2><a name="XV" id="XV"></a>XV<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_171" id="Page_171">[171]</a></span></h2> + + +<p class="newchapter"><span class="firstword"><span class="dropcap">F</span>rom</span> every quarter of the ocean, +summoned by the miracle of the +wireless voice, many ships had been +racing since midnight to the help of the +doomed liner. From midnight onwards +captains were being called by messages +from the wireless operators of their ships, +telling them that the <i>Titanic</i> was asking +for help; courses were being altered and +chief engineers called upon to urge their +stokehold crews to special efforts; for +coal means steam, and steam means +speed, and speed may mean life. Many +ships that could receive the strong electric +impulses sent out from the <i>Titanic</i> had +not electric strength enough to answer; +but they turned and came to that invisible<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_172" id="Page_172">[172]</a></span> +spot represented by a few figures which +the faithful wireless indicated. Even as +far as five hundred miles away, the +<i>Parisian</i> turned in her tracks in obedience +to the call and came racing towards the +north-west. But there were tragedies +even with the wireless. The Leyland liner +<i>Californian</i>, bound for Boston, was only +seventeen miles away from the <i>Titanic</i> +when she struck, and could have saved +every soul on board; but her wireless apparatus +was not working, and she was +deaf to the agonized calls that were being +sent out from only a few miles away. The +<i>Parisian</i>, five hundred miles away, could +hear and come, though it was useless; the +<i>Californian</i> could not hear and so did not +come though, if she had, she would probably +have saved every life on board. The +<i>Cincinnati</i>, the <i>Amerika</i>, the <i>Prinz Friedrich +Wilhelm</i>, the <i>Menominee</i>, the <i>La +Provence</i>, the <i>Prinz Adalbert</i>, the <i>Virginian</i>,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_173" id="Page_173">[173]</a></span> +the <i>Olympic</i>, and the <i>Baltic</i> all +heard the news and all turned towards +Lat. 41° 46′ N., Long. 50° 14′ W. The +dread news was being whispered all over +the sea, and even ashore, just as the +dwellers on the North Atlantic seaboard +were retiring to rest, the station at Cape +Race intercepted the talk of the <i>Titanic</i> +270 miles away, and flashed the message +out far and wide; so that Government +tugs and ships with steam up in harbours, +and everything afloat in the vicinity which +heard the news might hurry to the rescue. +Cape Race soon heard that the <i>Virginian</i> +was on her way to the <i>Titanic’s</i> position, +then that the <i>Olympic</i> and <i>Carpathia</i> had +altered their courses and were making for +the wounded ship, and so on. Throughout +the night the rumours in the air were +busy, while still the steady calls came out +in firm electric waves from the <i>Titanic</i>—still +calling, still flashing “C.Q.D.” At<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_174" id="Page_174">[174]</a></span> +1.20 she whispered to the <i>Olympic</i>, “Get +your boats ready; going down fast by +the head.” At 1.35 the <i>Frankfurt</i> (after +an hour and a half’s delay) said, “We are +starting for you.” Then at 1.41 came a +message to the <i>Olympic</i>, “C.Q.D., boilers +flooded.”</p> + +<p>“Are there any boats round you already?” +asked the <i>Olympic</i>, but there +was no answer.</p> + +<p>Other ships began to call, giving encouraging +messages: “We are coming,” +said the <i>Birma</i>, “only fifty miles away”; +but still there was no answer.</p> + +<p>All over the North Atlantic men in +lighted instrument rooms sat listening +with the telephones at their ears; they +heard each other’s questions and waited +in the silence, but it was never broken +again by the voice from the <i>Titanic</i>. +“All quiet now,” reported the <i>Birma</i> +to the <i>Olympic</i>, and all quiet it was,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_175" id="Page_175">[175]</a></span> +except for the thrashing and pounding +of a score of propellers, and the hiss +of a dozen steel stems as they ripped the +smooth waters on courses converging to +the spot where the wireless voice had suddenly +flickered out into silence.</p> + +<p>But of all those who had been listening +to the signals Captain Rostron of the +<i>Carpathia</i> knew that his ship would most +likely be among the first to reach the +spot. It was about midnight on Sunday +that the passengers of the <i>Carpathia</i> first +became aware that something unusual +was happening. The course had been +changed and a certain hurrying about on +the decks took the place of the usual midnight +quiet. The trembling and vibration +increased to a quick jumping movement +as pressure of steam was gradually increased +and the engines urged to the extreme +of their driving capacity. The chief +steward summoned his staff and set them<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_176" id="Page_176">[176]</a></span> +to work making sandwiches and preparing +hot drinks. All the hot water was +cut off from the cabins and bath-rooms, +so that every ounce of steam could be +utilized for driving the machinery.</p> + +<p>The <i>Carpathia</i> was nearly seventy miles +from the position of the <i>Titanic</i> when she +changed her course and turned northward; +she had been steaming just over +four hours when, in the light of that wonderful +dawn, those on the look-out descried +a small boat. As they drew nearer +they saw other boats, and fragments of +wreckage, and masses of ice drifting +about the sea. Captain Rostron stopped +while he was still a good distance from +the boats, realizing that preparations must +be made before he could take passengers +on board. The accommodation gangway +was rigged and also rope ladders lowered +over the sides, and canvas slings were +arranged to hoist up those who were too<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_177" id="Page_177">[177]</a></span> +feeble to climb. The passengers crowded +along the rail or looked out of their portholes +to see the reaping of this strange +harvest of the sea. The first boat came up +almost filled with women and children—women +in evening dress or in fur coats +thrown over nightgowns, in silk stockings +and slippers, in rags and shawls. +The babies were crying; some of the +women were injured and some half-fainting; +all had horror on their faces. Other +boats began to come up, and the work of +embarking the seven hundred survivors +went on. It took a long time, for some of +the boats were far away, and it was not +until they had been seven hours afloat +that the last of them were taken on board +the <i>Carpathia</i>. Some climbed up the ladders, +others were put into the slings and +swung on board, stewards standing by +with rum and brandy to revive the fainting; +and many willing hands were occupied<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_178" id="Page_178">[178]</a></span> +with caring for the sufferers, taking +them at once to improvised couches and +beds, or conducting those who were not +so exhausted to the saloon where hot +drinks and food were ready. But it was a +ghastly company. As boat after boat +came up, those who had already been +saved eagerly searched among its occupants +to see if their own friends were +among them; and as gradually the tale +of boats was completed and it was known +that no more had been saved, and the terrible +magnitude of the loss was realized—then, +in the words of one of the <i>Carpathia’s</i> +people, “Bedlam broke loose.” +Women who had borne themselves +bravely throughout the hours of waiting +and exposure broke into shrieking hysterics, +calling upon the names of their +lost. Some went clean out of their minds; +one or two died there in the very moment +of rescue. The <i>Carpathia’s</i> passengers<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_179" id="Page_179">[179]</a></span> +gave up their rooms and ransacked their +trunks to find clothing for the more than +half-naked survivors; and at last exhaustion, +resignation, and the doctor’s +merciful drugs did the rest. The dead +were buried; those who had been snatched +too late from the bitter waters were committed +to them again, and eternally, with +solemn words; and the <i>Carpathia</i> was +headed for New York.</p> + + + +<h2><a name="XVI" id="XVI"></a>XVI<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_180" id="Page_180">[180]</a></span></h2> + + +<p class="newchapter"><span class="firstword"><span class="dropcap">T</span>he</span> <i>Californian</i> had come up while +the <i>Carpathia</i> was taking the survivors +on board, and it was arranged +that she should remain and search +the vicinity while the <i>Carpathia</i> made all +haste to New York. And the other ships +that had answered the call for help either +came up later in the morning and stayed +for a little cruising about in the forlorn +hope of finding more survivors, or else +turned back and resumed their voyages +when they heard the <i>Carpathia’s</i> tidings.</p> + +<p>In the meantime the shore stations +could get no news. Word reached New +York and London in the course of the +morning that the <i>Titanic</i> had struck an<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_181" id="Page_181">[181]</a></span> +iceberg and was badly damaged, but +nothing more was known until a message, +the origin of which could not be +discovered, came to say that the <i>Titanic</i> +was being towed to Halifax by the <i>Virginian</i>, +and that all her passengers were +saved. With this news the London evening +papers came out on that Monday, +and even on Tuesday the early editions +of the morning papers had the same story, +and commented upon the narrow escape +of the huge ship. Even the White Star +officials had on Monday no definite news; +and when their offices in New York were +besieged by newspaper men and relatives +of the passengers demanding information, +the pathetic belief in the <i>Titanic’s</i> +strength was allowed to overshadow +anxieties concerning the greater disaster. +Mr. Franklin, the vice-president of the +American Trust to which the White Star +Company belongs, issued the following<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_182" id="Page_182">[182]</a></span> +statement from New York on Monday:</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>“We have nothing direct from the +<i>Titanic</i>, but are perfectly satisfied that +the vessel is unsinkable. The fact that +the Marconi messages have ceased means +nothing; it may be due to atmospheric +conditions or the coming up of the ships, +or something of that sort.</p> + +<p>“We are not worried over the possible +loss of the ship, as she will not go down, +but we are sorry for the inconvenience +caused to the travelling public. We are +absolutely certain that the <i>Titanic</i> is able +to withstand any damage. She may be +down by the head, but would float indefinitely +in that condition.”</p></div> + +<p>Still that same word, “unsinkable,” +which had now indeed for the first time +become a true one: for it is only when +she lies at the bottom of the sea that any<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_183" id="Page_183">[183]</a></span> +ship can be called unsinkable. On Tuesday +morning when the dreadful news was +first certainly known, those proud words +had to be taken back. Again Mr. Franklin +had to face the reporters, and this +time he could only say:</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>“I must take upon myself the whole +blame for that statement. I made it, and +I believed it when I made it. The accident +to the <i>Olympic</i>, when she collided +with the cruiser <i>Hawke</i>, convinced me that +these ships, the <i>Olympic</i> and <i>Titanic</i>, +were built like battleships, able to resist +almost any kind of accident, particularly +a collision. I made the statement in good +faith, and upon me must rest the responsibility +for error, since the fact has +proved that it was not a correct description +of the unfortunate <i>Titanic</i>.”</p></div> + +<p>And for three days while the <i>Carpathia</i> +was ploughing her way, now slowly<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_184" id="Page_184">[184]</a></span> +through ice-strewn seas, and now at full +speed through open water, and while +England lay under the cloud of an unprecedented +disaster, New York was in a +ferment of grief, excitement, and indignation. +Crowds thronged the streets outside +the offices of the White Star Line, +while gradually, in lists of thirty or forty +at a time, the names of the survivors +began to come through from the <i>Carpathia</i>. +And at last, when all the names +had been spelled out, and interrogated, +and corrected, the grim total of the figures +stood out in appalling significance—seven +hundred and three saved, one thousand +five hundred and three lost.</p> + +<p>It is not possible, nor would it be very +profitable, to describe the scenes that took +place on these days of waiting, the alternations +of hope and grief, of thankfulness +and wild despair, of which the shipping +offices were the scene. They culminated<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_185" id="Page_185">[185]</a></span> +on the Thursday evening when the <i>Carpathia</i> +arrived in New York. The greatest +precautions had been taken to prevent the +insatiable thirst for news from turning +that solemn disembarkation into a battlefield. +The entrance to the dock was carefully +guarded, and only those were admitted +who had business there or who +could prove that they had relations among +the rescued passengers. Similar precautions +were taken on the ship; she was not +even boarded by the Custom officials, nor +were any reporters allowed on board, although +a fleet of steam launches went out +in the cold rainy evening to meet her, +bearing pressmen who were prepared to +run any risks to get a footing on the +ship. They failed, however, and the small +craft were left behind in the mist, as the +<i>Carpathia</i> came gliding up the Hudson.</p> + +<p>Among the waiting crowd were nurses, +doctors, and a staff of ambulance men<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_186" id="Page_186">[186]</a></span> +and women; for all kinds of wild rumours +were afloat as to the condition of those +who had been rescued. The women of New +York had devoted the days of waiting to +the organization of a powerful relief committee, +and had collected money and clothing +on an ample scale to meet the needs +of those, chiefly among the steerage passengers, +who should find themselves destitute +when they landed. And there, in the +rain of that gloomy evening, they waited.</p> + +<p>At last they saw the <i>Carpathia</i> come +creeping up the river and head towards +the White Star pier. The flashlights of +photographers were playing about her, +and with this silent salute she came into +dock. Gateways had been erected, shutting +off the edge of the pier from the sheds +in which the crowd was waiting, and the +first sight they had of the rescued was +when after the gangway had been rigged, +and the brief formalities of the shore complied<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_187" id="Page_187">[187]</a></span> +with, the passengers began slowly +to come down the gangway. A famous +English dramatist who was looking on at +the scene has written of it eloquently, describing +the strange varieties of bearing +and demeanour; how one face had a +startled, frightened look that seemed as +if it would always be there, another a set +and staring gaze; how one showed an +angry, rebellious desperation, and another +seemed merely dazed. Some carried on +stretchers, some supported by nurses, and +some handed down by members of the +crew, they came, either to meetings that +were agonizing in their joy, or to blank +loneliness that would last until they died. +Five or six babies without mothers, some +of them utterly unidentified and unidentifiable, +were handed down with the rest, so +strangely preserved, in all their tenderness +and helplessness, through that terrible +time of confusion and exposure.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_188" id="Page_188">[188]</a></span></p> + +<p>And in the minds of those who looked +on at this sad procession there was one +tragic, recurrent thought: that for every +one who came down the gangway, ill +perhaps, maimed perhaps, destitute perhaps, +but alive and on solid earth again, +there were two either drifting in the slow +Arctic current, or lying in the great submarine +valley to which the ship had gone +down. They were a poor remnant indeed +of all that composite world of pride, and +strength, and riches; for Death winnows +with a strange fan, and although one +would suit his purpose as well as another, +he often chooses the best and the +strongest. There were card-sharpers, and +orphaned infants, and destitute consumptives +among the saved; and there were +hundreds of heroes and strong men +among the drowned. There were among +the saved those to whom death would +have been no great enemy, who had no<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_189" id="Page_189">[189]</a></span> +love for life or ties to bind them to it; +and there were those among the drowned +for whom life was at its very best and +dearest; lovers and workers in the very +morning of life before whom the years +had stretched forward rich with promise.</p> + +<p>And when nearly all had gone and the +crowd in the docks was melting away, +one man, who had until then remained +secluded in the ship came quietly out, +haggard and stricken with woe: Bruce +Ismay, the representative and figure-head +of that pride and power which had given +being to the <i>Titanic</i>. In a sense he bore +on his own shoulders the burden of every +sufferer’s grief and loss; and he bore it, +not with shame, for he had no cause for +shame, but with reticence of words and +activity in such alleviating deeds as were +possible, and with a dignity which was +proof against even the bitter injustice of +which he was the victim in the days that<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_190" id="Page_190">[190]</a></span> +followed. There was pity enough in New +York, hysterical pity, sentimental pity, +real pity, practical pity, for all the obvious +and patent distress of the bereaved and +destitute; but there was no pity for this +man who, of all that ragged remnant that +walked back to life down the <i>Carpathia’s</i> +gangway, had perhaps the most need +of pity.</p> + + + +<h2><a name="XVII" id="XVII"></a>XVII<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_191" id="Page_191">[191]</a></span></h2> + + +<p class="newchapter"><span class="firstword"><span class="dropcap">T</span>he</span> symbols of Honour and Glory +and Time that looked so handsome +in the flooding sunlight of +the <i>Titanic’s</i> stairway lie crushed into +unrecognizable shapes and splinters beneath +the tonnage of two thousand +fathoms of ocean water. Time is no more +for the fifteen hundred souls who perished +with them; but Honour and Glory, by +strange ways and unlooked-for events, +have come into their own. It was not +Time, nor the creatures and things of +Time, that received their final crown +there; but things that have nothing to +do with Time, qualities that, in their +power of rising beyond all human limitations, +we must needs call divine.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_192" id="Page_192">[192]</a></span></p> + +<p>The <i>Titanic</i> was in more senses than +one a fool’s paradise. There is nothing +that man can build that nature cannot +destroy, and far as he may advance in +might and knowledge and cunning, her +blind strength will always be more than +his match. But men easily forget this; +they wish to forget it; and the beautiful +and comfortable and agreeable equipment +of this ship helped them to forget it. You +may cover the walls of a ship with rare +woods and upholster them with tapestries +and brocades, but it is the bare steel walls +behind them on which you depend to keep +out the water; it is the strength of those +walls, relatively to the strength of such +natural forces as may be arrayed against +them, on which the safety of the ship depends. +If they are weaker than something +which assails them, the water must +come in and the ship must sink. It was +assumed too readily that, in the case of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_193" id="Page_193">[193]</a></span> +the <i>Titanic</i>, these things could not happen; +it was assumed too readily that if in +the extreme event they did happen, the +manifold appliances for saving life would +be amply sufficient for the security of the +passengers. Thus they lived in a serene +confidence such as no ship’s company +ever enjoyed before, or will enjoy again +for a long time to come. And there +were gathered about them almost all +those accessories of material life which +are necessary to the paradise of fools, +and are extremely agreeable to wiser +men.</p> + +<p>It was this perfect serenity of their condition +which made so poignant the tragedy +of their sudden meeting with death—that +pale angel whom every man knows that +he must some day encounter, but whom +most of us hope to find at the end of +some road a very long way off waiting +for us with comforting and soothing<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_194" id="Page_194">[194]</a></span> +hands. We do not expect to meet him +suddenly turning the corner of the street, +or in an environment of refined and +elegant conviviality, or in the midst of +our noonday activities, or at midnight on +the high seas when we are dreaming on +feather pillows. But it was thus that +those on the <i>Titanic</i> encountered him, +waiting there in the ice and the starlight, +arresting the ship’s progress with his out-stretched +arm, and standing by, waiting, +while the sense of his cold presence +gradually sank like a frost into their +hearts.</p> + +<p>To say that all the men who died on +the <i>Titanic</i> were heroes would be as absurd +as to say that all who were saved were +cowards. There were heroes among both +groups and cowards among both groups, +as there must be among any large number +of men. It is the collective behaviour and +the general attitude towards disaster that<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_195" id="Page_195">[195]</a></span> +is important at such a time; and in this +respect there is ample evidence that death +scored no advantage in the encounter, +and that, though he took a spoil of bodies +that had been destined for him since the +moment of their birth, he left the hearts +unconquered. In that last half-hour before +the end, when every one on the ship was +under sentence of death, modern civilization +went through a severe test. By their +bearing in that moment those fated men +and women had to determine whether, +through the long years of peace and increase +of material comfort and withdrawal +from contact with the cruder elements of +life, their race had deteriorated in courage +and morale. It is only by such great +tests that we can determine how we stand +in these matters, and, as they periodically +recur, measure our advance or decline. +And the human material there made the +test a very severe one; for there were<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_196" id="Page_196">[196]</a></span> +people on the <i>Titanic</i> who had so entrenched +themselves behind ramparts of +wealth and influence as to have wellnigh +forgotten that, equally with the waif and +the pauper, they were exposed to the +caprice of destiny; and who might have +been forgiven if, in that awful moment of +realization, they had shown the white +feather and given themselves over to +panic. But there is ample evidence that +these men stood the test equally as well +as those whose occupation and training +made them familiar with the risks of the +sea, to which they were continually exposed, +and through which they might +reasonably expect to come to just such +an end. There was no theatrical heroism, +no striking of attitudes, or attempt to +escape from the dread reality in any form +of spiritual hypnosis; they simply stood +about the decks, smoking cigarettes, talking +to one another, and waiting for their<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_197" id="Page_197">[197]</a></span> +hour to strike. There is nothing so hard, +nothing so entirely dignified, as to be +silent and quiet in the face of an approaching +horror.</p> + +<p>That was one form of heroism, which +will make the influence of this thing +deathless long after the memory of it has +faded as completely from the minds of +men as sight or sign of it has faded from +that area of ocean where, two miles above +the sunken ship, the rolling blue furrows +have smoothed away all trace of the +struggles and agonies that embittered it. +But there was another heroism which +must be regarded as the final crown and +glory of this catastrophe—not because it +is exceptional, for happily it is not, but +because it continued and confirmed a +tradition of English sea life that should +be a tingling inspiration to everyone who +has knowledge of it. The men who did +the work of the ship were no composite,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_198" id="Page_198">[198]</a></span> +highly drilled body like the men in the +navy who, isolated for months at a time +and austerely disciplined, are educated +into an <i>esprit de corps</i> and sense of responsibility +that make them willing, in +moments of emergency, to sacrifice individual +safety to the honour of the ship +and of the Service to which they belong. +These stokers, stewards, and seamen were +the ordinary scratch crew, signed on at +Southampton for one round trip to New +York and back; most of them had never +seen each other or their officers before; +they had none of the training or the securities +afforded by a great national service; +they were simply—especially in the +case of the stokers—men so low in the +community that they were able to live no +pleasanter life than that afforded by the +stokehold of a ship—an inferno of darkness +and noise and commotion and insufferable +heat—men whose experience of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_199" id="Page_199">[199]</a></span> +the good things of life was half an hour’s +breathing of the open sea air between +their spells of labour at the furnaces, or +a drunken spree ashore whence, after +being poisoned by cheap drink and robbed +by joyless women of the fruits of their +spell of labour, they are obliged to return +to it again to find the means for another +debauch. Not the stuff out of which one +would expect an austere heroism to be +evolved. Yet such are the traditions of +the sea, such is the power of those traditions +and the spirit of those who interpret +them, that some of these men—not all, +but some—remained down in the <i>Titanic’s</i> +stokeholds long after she had struck, and +long after the water, pouring like a cataract +through the rent in her bottom and rising +like a tide round the black holes where +they worked, had warned them that her +doom, and probably theirs, was sealed.</p> + +<p>In the engine-room were another group<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_200" id="Page_200">[200]</a></span> +of heroes, men of a far higher type, with +fine intelligences, trained in all the subtleties +and craft of modern ships, men +with education and imagination who could +see in their mind’s eye all the variations +of horror that might await them. These +men also continued at their routine tasks +in the engine room, knowing perfectly +well that no power on earth could save +them, choosing to stay there while there +was work to be done for the common +good, their best hope being presently to +be drowned instead of being boiled or +scalded to death. All through the ship, +though in less awful circumstances, the +same spirit was being observed; men who +had duties to do went on doing them because +they were the kind of men to whom +in such an hour it came more easily to +perform than to shirk their duties. The +three ship’s boys spent the whole of that +hour carrying provisions from the store-room<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_201" id="Page_201">[201]</a></span> +to the deck; the post-office employés +worked in the flooded mail-room +below to save the mail-bags and carry +them up to where they might be taken off +if there should be a chance; the purser +and his men brought up the ship’s books +and money, against all possibility of its +being any use to do so, but because it was +their duty at such a time to do so; the +stewards were busy to the end with their +domestic, and the officers with their executive, +duties. In all this we have an example +of spontaneous discipline—for they +had never been drilled in doing these +things, they only knew that they had to +do them—such as no barrack-room discipline +in the world could match. In such +moments all artificial bonds are useless. +It is what men are in themselves that determines +their conduct; and discipline and +conduct like this are proofs, not of the +superiority of one race over another, but<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_202" id="Page_202">[202]</a></span> +that in the core of human nature itself +there is an abiding sweetness and soundness +that fear cannot embitter nor death +corrupt.</p> + + +<p style="padding-top: 1.5em">The twin gray horses are still at their +work in Belfast Lough, and on any summer +morning you may see their white +manes shining like gold as they escort you +in from the sunrise and the open sea to +where the smoke rises and the din resounds.</p> + +<p>For the iron forest has branched again, +and its dreadful groves are echoing anew +to the clamour of the hammers and the +drills. Another ship, greater and stronger +even than the lost one, is rising within the +cathedral scaffoldings; and the men who +build her, companions of those whom the +<i>Titanic</i> spilled into the sea, speak among +themselves and say, “this time we shall +prevail.”</p> + +<p style="font-size: 90%"><i>May 1912.</i></p> + + + +<h2><a name="A_TABLE" id="A_TABLE"></a>A TABLE<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_203" id="Page_203">[203]</a></span><br /> + +<span style="font-size: 70%">SHOWING THE LOSS OF LIFE ON THE <i>TITANIC</i></span></h2> + + +<table summary="victims"> +<tr><td class="pc" colspan="5">First Class</td></tr> +<tr><td class="ral" colspan="5">Per cent.</td></tr> +<tr><td class="lal"> </td><td class="ral">Carried.</td><td class="ral">Saved.</td><td class="ral">Lost.</td><td class="ral">saved.</td></tr> + +<tr><td class="lal">Men</td><td class="ral">173</td><td class="ral">58</td><td class="ral">115</td><td class="ral">34</td></tr> +<tr><td class="lal">Women</td><td class="ral">144</td><td class="ral">139</td><td class="ral">5</td><td class="ral">97</td></tr> +<tr><td class="lal">Children</td><td class="ral">5</td><td class="ral">5</td><td class="ral">0</td><td class="ral">100</td></tr> + +<tr><td class="lal">Total</td><td class="total"><span class="hrr">322</span></td><td class="total"><span class="hrr">202</span></td><td class="total"><span class="hrr">120</span></td><td class="total"><span class="hrr" style="padding-left: 1em">63</span></td></tr> + + +<tr><td class="pc" colspan="5">Second Class</td></tr> +<tr><td class="ral" colspan="5">Per cent.</td></tr> +<tr><td class="lal"> </td><td class="ral">Carried.</td><td class="ral">Saved.</td><td class="ral">Lost.</td><td class="ral">saved.</td></tr> + +<tr><td class="lal">Men</td><td class="ral">160</td><td class="ral">13</td><td class="ral">147</td><td class="ral">8</td></tr> +<tr><td class="lal">Women</td><td class="ral">93</td><td class="ral">78</td><td class="ral">15</td><td class="ral">84</td></tr> +<tr><td class="lal">Children</td><td class="ral">24</td><td class="ral">24</td><td class="ral">0</td><td class="ral">100</td></tr> + +<tr><td class="lal">Total</td><td class="total"><span class="hrr">277</span></td><td class="total"><span class="hrr">115</span></td><td class="total"><span class="hrr">162</span></td><td class="total"><span class="hrr" style="padding-left: 1em">42</span></td></tr> + + +<tr><td class="pc" colspan="5">Third Class</td></tr> +<tr><td class="ral" colspan="5">Per cent.</td></tr> +<tr><td class="lal"> </td><td class="ral">Carried.</td><td class="ral">Saved.</td><td class="ral">Lost.</td><td class="ral">saved.</td></tr> + +<tr><td class="lal">Men</td><td class="ral">454</td><td class="ral">55</td><td class="ral">399</td><td class="ral">12</td></tr> +<tr><td class="lal">Women</td><td class="ral">179</td><td class="ral">98</td><td class="ral">81</td><td class="ral">55</td></tr> +<tr><td class="lal">Children</td><td class="ral">76</td><td class="ral">23</td><td class="ral">53</td><td class="ral">30</td></tr> + +<tr><td class="lal">Total</td><td class="total"><span class="hrr">709</span></td><td class="total"><span class="hrr">176</span></td><td class="total"><span class="hrr">533</span></td><td class="total"><span class="hrr" style="padding-left: 1em">25</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_204" id="Page_204">[204]</a></span></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="pc" colspan="5">Total Passengers</td></tr> +<tr><td class="ral" colspan="5">Per cent.</td></tr> +<tr><td class="lal"> </td><td class="ral">Carried.</td><td class="ral">Saved.</td><td class="ral">Lost.</td><td class="ral">saved.</td></tr> + +<tr><td class="lal">Men</td><td class="ral">787</td><td class="ral">126</td><td class="ral">661</td><td class="ral">16</td></tr> +<tr><td class="lal">Women</td><td class="ral">416</td><td class="ral">315</td><td class="ral">101</td><td class="ral">76</td></tr> +<tr><td class="lal">Children</td><td class="ral">105</td><td class="ral">52</td><td class="ral">53</td><td class="ral">49</td></tr> + +<tr><td class="lal">Total</td><td class="total"><span class="hrr">1308</span></td><td class="total"><span class="hrr">493</span></td><td class="total"><span class="hrr">815</span></td><td class="total"><span class="hrr" style="padding-left: 1em">38</span></td></tr> + + +<tr><td class="pc" colspan="5">Crew</td></tr> + +<tr><td class="ral" colspan="5">Per cent.</td></tr> +<tr><td class="lal"> </td><td class="ral">Carried.</td><td class="ral">Saved.</td><td class="ral">Lost.</td><td class="ral">saved.</td></tr> + +<tr><td class="lal">Men</td><td class="ral">875</td><td class="ral">189</td><td class="ral">686</td><td class="ral">22</td></tr> +<tr><td class="lal">Women</td><td class="ral">23</td><td class="ral">21</td><td class="ral">2</td><td class="ral">91</td></tr> + +<tr><td class="lal">Total</td><td class="total"><span class="hrr">898</span></td><td class="total"><span class="hrr">210</span></td><td class="total"><span class="hrr">688</span></td><td class="total"><span class="hrr" style="padding-left: 1em">23</span></td></tr> + + +<tr><td class="pc" colspan="5">Total Passengers and Crew</td></tr> +<tr><td class="ral" colspan="5">Per cent.</td></tr> +<tr><td class="lal"> </td><td class="ral">Carried.</td><td class="ral">Saved.</td><td class="ral">Lost.</td><td class="ral">saved.</td></tr> + +<tr><td class="lal">Men</td><td class="ral">1662</td><td class="ral">315</td><td class="ral">1347</td><td class="ral">19</td></tr> +<tr><td class="lal">Women</td><td class="ral">439</td><td class="ral">336</td><td class="ral">103</td><td class="ral">77</td></tr> +<tr><td class="lal">Children</td><td class="ral">105</td><td class="ral">52</td><td class="ral">53</td><td class="ral">49</td></tr> + +<tr><td class="lal">Total</td><td class="total"><span class="hrr">2206</span></td><td class="total"><span class="hrr">703</span></td><td class="total"><span class="hrr">1503</span></td><td 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