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"
Hello
!
somebody
comin
'
our
way
,
"
he
was
saying
.
"
And
d'ye
hear
that
?
He
's
comin
'
fast
.
Walking
right
along
.
Guess
he
do
n't
hear
us
yet
.
Wind
's
in
wrong
direction
.
"
The
fresh
breeze
was
blowing
right
down
upon
us
,
and
I
could
hear
the
whistle
plainly
,
off
to
one
side
and
a
little
ahead
.
"
Ferry-boat
?
"
I
asked
.
He
nodded
,
then
added
,
"
Or
he
would
n't
be
keepin
'
up
such
a
clip
.
"
He
gave
a
short
chuckle
.
"
They
're
gettin
'
anxious
up
there
.
"
I
glanced
up
.
The
captain
had
thrust
his
head
and
shoulders
out
of
the
pilot-house
,
and
was
staring
intently
into
the
fog
as
though
by
sheer
force
of
will
he
could
penetrate
it
.
His
face
was
anxious
,
as
was
the
face
of
my
companion
,
who
had
stumped
over
to
the
rail
and
was
gazing
with
a
like
intentness
in
the
direction
of
the
invisible
danger
.
Then
everything
happened
,
and
with
inconceivable
rapidity
.
The
fog
seemed
to
break
away
as
though
split
by
a
wedge
,
and
the
bow
of
a
steamboat
emerged
,
trailing
fog-wreaths
on
either
side
like
seaweed
on
the
snout
of
Leviathan
.
I
could
see
the
pilot-house
and
a
white-bearded
man
leaning
partly
out
of
it
,
on
his
elbows
.
He
was
clad
in
a
blue
uniform
,
and
I
remember
noting
how
trim
and
quiet
he
was
.
His
quietness
,
under
the
circumstances
,
was
terrible
.
He
accepted
Destiny
,
marched
hand
in
hand
with
it
,
and
coolly
measured
the
stroke
.
As
he
leaned
there
,
he
ran
a
calm
and
speculative
eye
over
us
,
as
though
to
determine
the
precise
point
of
the
collision
,
and
took
no
notice
whatever
when
our
pilot
,
white
with
rage
,
shouted
,
"
Now
you
've
done
it
!
"
On
looking
back
,
I
realize
that
the
remark
was
too
obvious
to
make
rejoinder
necessary
.
"
Grab
hold
of
something
and
hang
on
,
"
the
red-faced
man
said
to
me
.
All
his
bluster
had
gone
,
and
he
seemed
to
have
caught
the
contagion
of
preternatural
calm
.
"
And
listen
to
the
women
scream
,
"
he
said
grimly
--
almost
bitterly
,
I
thought
,
as
though
he
had
been
through
the
experience
before
.
The
vessels
came
together
before
I
could
follow
his
advice
.
We
must
have
been
struck
squarely
amidships
,
for
I
saw
nothing
,
the
strange
steamboat
having
passed
beyond
my
line
of
vision
.
The
Martinez
heeled
over
,
sharply
,
and
there
was
a
crashing
and
rending
of
timber
.
I
was
thrown
flat
on
the
wet
deck
,
and
before
I
could
scramble
to
my
feet
I
heard
the
scream
of
the
women
.
This
it
was
,
I
am
certain
--
the
most
indescribable
of
blood-curdling
sounds
--
that
threw
me
into
a
panic
.
I
remembered
the
life-preservers
stored
in
the
cabin
,
but
was
met
at
the
door
and
swept
backward
by
a
wild
rush
of
men
and
women
.
What
happened
in
the
next
few
minutes
I
do
not
recollect
,
though
I
have
a
clear
remembrance
of
pulling
down
life-preservers
from
the
overhead
racks
,
while
the
red-faced
man
fastened
them
about
the
bodies
of
an
hysterical
group
of
women
.
This
memory
is
as
distinct
and
sharp
as
that
of
any
picture
I
have
seen
.
It
is
a
picture
,
and
I
can
see
it
now
--
the
jagged
edges
of
the
hole
in
the
side
of
the
cabin
,
through
which
the
grey
fog
swirled
and
eddied
;
the
empty
upholstered
seats
,
littered
with
all
the
evidences
of
sudden
flight
,
such
as
packages
,
hand
satchels
,
umbrellas
,
and
wraps
;
the
stout
gentleman
who
had
been
reading
my
essay
,
encased
in
cork
and
canvas
,
the
magazine
still
in
his
hand
,
and
asking
me
with
monotonous
insistence
if
I
thought
there
was
any
danger
;
the
red-faced
man
,
stumping
gallantly
around
on
his
artificial
legs
and
buckling
life-preservers
on
all
comers
;
and
finally
,
the
screaming
bedlam
of
women
.
This
it
was
,
the
screaming
of
the
women
,
that
most
tried
my
nerves
.
It
must
have
tried
,
too
,
the
nerves
of
the
red-faced
man
,
for
I
have
another
picture
which
will
never
fade
from
my
mind
.
The
stout
gentleman
is
stuffing
the
magazine
into
his
overcoat
pocket
and
looking
on
curiously
.
A
tangled
mass
of
women
,
with
drawn
,
white
faces
and
open
mouths
,
is
shrieking
like
a
chorus
of
lost
souls
;
and
the
red-faced
man
,
his
face
now
purplish
with
wrath
,
and
with
arms
extended
overhead
as
in
the
act
of
hurling
thunderbolts
,
is
shouting
,
"
Shut
up
!
Oh
,
shut
up
!
"
