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Pitman
says
that
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
!
"
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
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
N
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
water
,
every
one
was
convinced
that
the
Titanic
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
.
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
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
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
N
.
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
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
can
not
measure
.
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
,
those
who
were
left
began
to
look
about
them
and
realize
their
position
.
There
was
no
doubt
about
it
,
the
Titanic
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
.
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
N
held
until
the
last
.
The
doors
in
those
aft
of
N
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
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
.
And
up
on
deck
a
chilly
conviction
of
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
Titanic
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
.
