“It was awful cold in the boat, but I was dressed warm, like we dress in Norway. I had to put on my clothes, when my papa told me to on the big ship. I couldn’t talk to anybody, because I don’t understand the language. Only Mr. Madsen talked to me and told me not to be afraid, and I wasn’t afraid. Mr. Madsen was shivering in his wet clothes, but he got all right after the Carpathia came.” A bright-faced boy of eight walked up and down in front of Blake’s Star Hotel at No. 57 Clarkson street, New York, the day after the Carpathia arrived. He was Marshall Drew of Greenport, L. I., one of the survivors of the Titanic. “It all seems just like the bad dreams that I used to have,” he confided. “I never want to go to England again. I went over there with my uncle and aunt, Mr. and Mrs. James Drew, to Visit my grandpa. We had a good time in England and started back on the Titanic. “The night of the wreck my aunt woke me and said she was going to dress me and take me out on deck. I was sleepy and didn’t want to get up. I could hear funny noises all over the ship and sometimes a woman talking loud out in the corridor. My aunt didn’t pay any attention to what I said but hurried me into my clothes and rushed me with her up to the deck. “There every one was running about. Some of the men were laughing and saying there was no danger. They were taking all the women and hurrying them into the boats along with the children. We could not see what for. I thought at first that we had got home. WAS HURRIED INTO A BOAT. “Aunt Lulu put me into the boat and then stood back with Uncle James, and in a moment some one had hurried her into the boat, too, and we went down the side, Uncle James waving his hand at us and Aunt Lulu standing up and looking at him. “Then the boat pulled away from the ship and there was a lot of talk and screaming. We were a long time on the water and were finally picked up by the Carpathia.” Marshall and his aunt were saved. They were met at the pier by his grandfather, Mr. Henry P. Christian, of Greenport, and with his aunt were taken to the hotel along with other survivors of the second cabin. Miss Emily Rugg, 20 years old, of the Isle of Guernsey, England, told a graphic story of the sinking. Miss Rugg, who was one of the second class passengers, was met in New York by her uncle, F. W. Queripel, a grocer. The young woman was on her way to visit relatives. She was asleep when the ship struck the berg, and the jar aroused her. Looking out she saw a mass of ice. Throwing a coat about her, she went on deck and saw lifeboats being lowered. Returning to the cabin, she dressed, and then went to an adjoining cabin and aroused two women friends. Following this Miss Rugg ran up on deck and was taken in charge by some of the crew, who dragged her toward a lifeboat. She was lifted into the third from the last which left the ship.