I was thankful indeed when I saw smoke on the horizon--black clouds which showed that some ships were steaming up as hard as they could lick. Very soon, some of our own destroyers--blessed and welcome sight--came into view, and as they did so, I believe, they potted at submarines which were slinking away, but I can’t say with what result. The destroyers came up. The _Lucifer_, a small cruiser, came up too, and the work of rescue began as hard as it could be carried out, every officer and man working with a will. There were two or three other ships about, two Lowestoft trawlers--which did uncommonly good work--and two small Dutch steamers, one called the _Titan_ and the other the _Flora_. The next thing that I clearly remember was that I had been hauled out of the bitter-cold water and lifted on board the _Flora_, and that she was soon packed with half-dead men like myself. The _Flora_ was a very small Dutch cargo boat, and with so many men on board she was crammed. It is impossible to say how some of the men got on board, and they could not explain themselves, they were so utterly exhausted. The Dutch could understand us, though words were hardly necessary, and they shared everything they had--clothes, food, drink and accommodation. They wrapped their bedding round us and gave us hot coffee. The stokehold was crowded with men who had gone down into it to get dry and warm. Some of the men were suffering dreadfully from burns, wounds and exhaustion, and one of them died on board the _Flora_. He was my next messmate, Green. He lived for only about an hour. I saw him in one of the seamen’s bunks, and he was then in great agony. I think he had been struck very badly in the explosion. We took him away from the bunk, laid him on the fore-hatch and covered him with a tarpaulin, where he lay till about five o’clock in the afternoon, when we landed at Ymuiden. Poor Green was buried there with full honours, the British chaplain at Amsterdam conducting the service. One very strange incident of the disaster was the way in which the ensign of the _Hogue_ was saved. I don’t know how it happened, but one of the stokers who had managed to escape got hold of the ensign when he was in the water, and hung on to it all the time he was in--two or three hours. He had the ensign with him when we were in Holland, and had his photograph taken with it in the background. Another remarkable fact is that four brothers, who came from the Yorkshire coast, I think, were in the _Hogue_, and all of them were saved! Talking of photographs, I was one of a group which was taken at Ymuiden, when we were rigged out in the kit of Dutch bluejackets. There I am, in the back row. At that time I was wearing a beard and moustache, as there was neither much time not inclination for shaving.