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"
And
for
three
days
while
the
Carpathia
was
ploughing
her
way
,
now
slowly
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
Carpathia
.
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
.
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
on
the
Thursday
evening
when
the
Carpathia
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
Carpathia
came
gliding
up
the
Hudson
.
Among
the
waiting
crowd
were
nurses
,
doctors
,
and
a
staff
of
ambulance
men
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
.
At
last
they
saw
the
Carpathia
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
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
.
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
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
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
Titanic
.
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
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
Carpathia
's
gangway
,
had
perhaps
the
most
need
of
pity
.
The
symbols
of
Honour
and
Glory
and
Time
that
looked
so
handsome
in
the
flooding
sunlight
of
the
Titanic
's
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
.
