About the fifth man aboard the boat was a chap named B----; he was a husky, no mistake. He weighed about 200 pounds and was all good material. This man G---- was another good one too; he deserved his name. By this time we must have had fifteen people in our now “_non_-collapsible boat.” Let us thank God for the “non.” I went aft and took the steering oar and my two huskies, B---- and the sailor man, rowed the heavy sweeps, and G---- stayed for’ard to help the people in. We headed back into the wreckage and picked up those who seemed most urgently in need. I won’t enter into the detail of the condition of the poor souls we got, but two instances of nerve stand out so clearly in my mind that I must tell them. Both pertain to women, and never have I seen greater courage and patience shown by anyone. I heard a call near my end of the boat and told the boys to back water, and I reached over and pulled in a woman who I thought at first glance was a negress; I never believed a white woman could be so black. I learned afterwards that she and her husband had got into a lifeboat, and while he was busy helping to clear it she got panic-stricken by the tremendous overhanging funnels and jumped back on to the steamer without her husband knowing it. She was aboard when the final plunge came, and the suction took her part way down one of the funnels, but the thankful explosion blew her forth, out into clear water, in among the wreckage, where she could hang on. The clothes were almost blown off the poor woman, and there wasn’t a white spot on her except her teeth and the whites of her eyes. Marvellous to say she wasn’t hurt and proved a great help in cheering us all by her bright talk.