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"
I
have
just
come
through
bad
field-ice
,
"
whispers
one
ship
;
"
April
ice
very
far
south
,
"
says
another
;
and
Phillips
taps
out
his
"
O.K.
,
O.M.
,
"
which
is
a
kind
of
cockney
Marconi
for
"
All
right
,
old
man
.
"
And
many
other
messages
come
and
go
,
of
money
and
cargoes
,
and
crops
and
the
making
of
laws
;
but
just
now
and
then
a
pin-prick
of
reminder
between
all
these
other
topics
comes
the
word
ICE
.
April
ice
and
April
weed
are
two
of
the
most
lovely
products
of
the
North
Atlantic
,
but
they
are
strangely
opposite
in
their
bearings
on
human
destiny
.
The
lovely
golden
April
weed
that
is
gathered
all
round
the
west
coast
of
Ireland
,
and
is
burnt
for
indigo
,
keeps
a
whole
peasant
population
in
food
and
clothing
for
the
rest
of
the
year
;
the
April
ice
,
which
comes
drifting
down
on
the
Arctic
current
from
the
glacier
slopes
of
Labrador
or
the
plateau
of
North
Greenland
,
keeps
the
seafaring
population
of
the
North
Atlantic
in
doubt
and
anxiety
throughout
the
spring
and
summer
.
Lovely
indeed
are
some
of
these
icebergs
that
glitter
in
the
sun
like
fairy
islands
or
the
pinnacles
of
Valhalla
;
and
dreamy
and
gentle
is
their
drifting
movement
as
they
come
down
on
the
current
by
Newfoundland
and
round
Cape
Race
,
where
,
meeting
the
east-going
Gulf
Stream
,
they
are
gradually
melted
and
lost
in
the
waters
of
the
Atlantic
.
Northward
in
the
drift
are
often
field-ice
and
vast
floes
;
the
great
detached
bergs
sail
farther
south
into
the
steamship
tracks
,
and
are
what
are
most
carefully
looked
for
.
This
April
there
was
abundance
of
evidence
that
the
field-ice
had
come
farther
south
than
usual
.
The
Empress
of
Britain
,
which
passed
the
Titanic
on
Friday
,
reported
an
immense
quantity
of
floating
ice
in
the
neighbourhood
of
Cape
Race
.
When
she
arrived
in
Liverpool
it
transpired
that
,
when
three
days
out
from
Halifax
,
Nova
Scotia
,
she
encountered
an
ice-field
,
a
hundred
miles
in
extent
,
with
enormous
bergs
which
appeared
to
be
joined
to
the
ice-field
,
forming
an
immense
white
line
,
broken
with
peaks
and
pinnacles
on
the
horizon
.
The
Carmania
and
the
Nicaragua
,
which
were
going
westward
ahead
of
the
Titanic
,
had
both
become
entangled
in
ice
,
and
the
Nicaragua
had
sustained
considerable
damage
.
And
day
by
day
,
almost
hour
by
hour
,
news
was
coming
in
from
other
ships
commenting
on
the
unusual
extent
southward
of
the
ice-field
,
and
on
the
unusual
number
of
icebergs
which
they
had
encountered
.
No
doubt
many
of
the
passengers
on
the
Titanic
were
hoping
that
they
would
meet
with
some
;
it
is
one
of
the
chief
interests
of
the
North
Atlantic
voyage
in
the
spring
and
summer
;
and
nothing
is
more
lovely
in
the
bright
sunshine
of
day
than
the
sight
of
one
of
these
giant
islands
,
with
its
mountain-peaks
sparkling
in
the
sun
,
and
blue
waves
breaking
on
its
crystal
shores
;
nothing
more
impressive
than
the
thought
,
as
one
looks
at
it
,
that
high
as
its
glittering
towers
and
pinnacles
may
soar
towards
heaven
there
is
eight
times
as
great
a
depth
of
ice
extending
downwards
into
the
dark
sea
It
is
only
at
night
,
or
when
the
waters
are
covered
with
a
thick
fog
produced
by
the
contact
of
the
ice
with
the
warmer
water
,
that
navigating
officers
,
peering
forward
into
the
mist
,
know
how
dreadful
may
be
the
presence
of
one
of
these
sheeted
monsters
,
the
ghostly
highwaymen
of
the
sea
.
Information
like
this
,
however
,
only
concerned
the
little
group
of
executive
officers
who
took
their
turns
in
tramping
up
and
down
the
white
gratings
of
the
bridge
.
It
was
all
part
of
their
routine
;
it
was
what
they
expected
to
hear
at
this
time
of
the
year
and
in
this
part
of
the
ocean
;
there
was
nothing
specially
interesting
to
them
in
the
gossip
of
the
wireless
voices
.
Whatever
they
heard
,
we
may
be
sure
they
did
not
talk
about
it
to
the
passengers
.
For
there
is
one
paramount
rule
observed
by
the
officers
of
passenger
liners
and
that
is
to
make
everything
as
pleasant
as
possible
for
the
passengers
.
If
there
is
any
danger
,
they
are
the
last
to
hear
of
it
;
if
anything
unpleasant
happens
on
board
,
such
as
an
accident
or
a
death
,
knowledge
of
it
is
kept
from
as
many
of
them
as
possible
.
Whatever
may
be
happening
,
short
of
an
apparent
and
obvious
extremity
,
it
is
the
duty
of
the
ship
's
company
to
help
the
passenger
to
believe
that
he
lives
and
moves
and
has
his
being
in
a
kind
of
Paradise
,
at
the
doors
of
which
there
are
no
lurking
dangers
and
in
which
happiness
and
pleasure
are
the
first
duties
of
every
inhabitant
.
And
who
were
the
people
who
composed
the
population
of
this
journeying
town
?
Subsequent
events
made
their
names
known
to
us
vast
lists
of
names
filling
columns
of
the
newspapers
;
but
to
the
majority
they
are
names
and
nothing
else
.
Hardly
anyone
living
knew
more
than
a
dozen
of
them
personally
;
and
try
as
we
may
it
is
very
hard
to
see
them
,
as
their
fellow
voyagers
must
have
seen
them
,
as
individual
human
beings
with
recognizable
faces
and
characters
of
their
own
.
Of
the
three
hundred
odd
first-class
passengers
the
majority
were
Americans
rich
and
prosperous
people
,
engaged
for
the
most
part
in
the
simple
occupation
of
buying
things
as
cheaply
as
possible
,
selling
them
as
dearly
as
possible
,
and
trying
to
find
some
agreeable
way
of
spending
the
difference
on
themselves
.
Of
the
three
hundred
odd
second-class
passengers
probably
the
majority
were
English
,
many
of
them
of
the
minor
professional
classes
and
many
going
either
to
visit
friends
or
to
take
up
situations
in
the
western
world
.
But
the
thousand
odd
steerage
passengers
represented
a
kind
of
Babel
of
nationalities
,
all
the
world
in
little
,
united
by
nothing
except
poverty
and
the
fact
that
they
were
in
a
transition
stage
of
their
existence
,
leaving
behind
them
for
the
most
part
a
life
of
failure
and
hopelessness
,
and
looking
forward
to
a
new
life
of
success
and
hope
:
Jews
,
Christians
,
and
Mohammedans
,
missionaries
and
heathen
,
Russians
,
Poles
,
Greeks
,
Roumanians
,
Germans
,
Italians
,
Chinese
,
Finns
,
Spaniards
,
English
,
and
French
with
a
strong
contingent
of
Irish
,
the
inevitable
link
in
that
melancholy
chain
of
emigration
that
has
united
Ireland
and
America
since
the
Famine
.
But
there
were
other
differences
,
besides
those
of
their
condition
and
geographical
distribution
on
the
ship
,
that
divided
its
inhabitants
.
For
the
first-class
passengers
the
world
was
a
very
small
place
,
about
which
many
of
them
were
accustomed
to
hurry
in
an
important
way
in
the
process
of
spending
and
getting
their
money
,
taking
an
Atlantic
liner
as
humbler
people
take
a
tramcar
,
without
giving
much
thought
to
it
or
laying
elaborate
plans
,
running
backwards
and
forwards
across
the
Atlantic
and
its
dangers
as
children
run
across
the
road
in
front
of
a
motor
car
.
They
were
going
to
America
this
week
;
they
would
probably
come
back
next
week
or
the
week
after
.
They
were
the
people
for
whom
the
Titanic
had
specially
been
designed
;
it
was
for
them
that
all
the
luxuries
had
been
contrived
,
so
that
in
their
runnings
backwards
and
forwards
they
should
not
find
the
long
days
tedious
or
themselves
divorced
from
the
kind
of
accompaniments
to
life
which
they
had
come
to
regard
as
necessities
.
But
for
the
people
in
the
steerage
this
was
no
hurrying
trip
between
one
business
office
and
another
;
no
hasty
holiday
arranged
to
sandwich
ten
thousand
miles
of
ozone
as
a
refresher
between
two
business
engagements
.
This
westward
progress
was
for
them
part
of
the
drift
of
their
lives
,
loosening
them
from
their
native
soil
to
scatter
and
distribute
them
over
the
New
World
,
in
the
hope
that
in
fresher
soil
and
less
crowded
conditions
they
would
strike
new
roots
and
begin
a
new
life
.
The
road
they
travelled
was
for
most
of
them
a
road
to
be
travelled
once
only
,
a
road
they
knew
they
would
never
retrace
.
For
them
almost
exclusively
was
reserved
that
strange
sense
of
looking
down
over
the
stern
of
the
ship
into
the
boiling
commotion
of
the
churned-up
waters
,
the
maelstrom
of
snow
under
the
counter
merging
into
the
pale
green
highway
that
lay
straight
behind
them
to
the
horizon
,
and
of
knowing
that
it
was
a
road
that
divided
them
from
home
,
a
road
that
grew
a
mile
longer
with
every
three
minutes
of
their
storming
progress
.
Other
ships
would
follow
on
the
road
;
other
ships
would
turn
and
come
again
,
and
drive
their
way
straight
back
over
the
white
foam
to
where
,
with
a
sudden
plunging
and
turning
of
screws
in
the
green
harbour
water
of
home
,
the
road
had
begun
.
But
they
who
looked
back
from
the
steerage
quarters
of
the
Titanic
would
not
return
;
and
they
,
alone
of
all
the
passengers
on
the
ship
,
knew
it
.
