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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
,
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
.
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
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
.
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
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
.
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
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
.
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
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
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
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
Titanic
's
boats
.
So
we
passed
the
night
with
the
waves
washing
over
and
burying
our
raft
deep
in
the
water
.
"
