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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
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
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
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
cover
,
and
preferred
to
stand
out
in
the
open
.
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
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
.
The
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
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
.
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
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
.
We
dare
not
linger
here
,
even
in
imagination
;
dare
not
speculate
;
dare
not
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
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
.
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
Titanic
,
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
.
As
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
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
life
,
moaning
,
wailing
,
calling
but
in
vain
.
