Shipwrecks -- North Atlantic Ocean -- History; Titanic (Steamship)
‘Hold on to what you have, old boy,’ we shouted to each man who tried
to get on board. ‘One more of you would sink us all.’ Many of those whom
we refused answered, as they went to their death, ‘Good luck; God bless
you.’ All the time we were buoyed up and sustained by the hope of
rescue. We saw lights in all directions—particularly some green lights
which, as we learned later, were rockets burned by one of the
_Titanic’s_ boats. So we passed the night with the waves washing over
and burying our raft deep in the water.”
It was twenty minutes past two when the _Titanic_ sank, two hours and
forty minutes after she had struck the iceberg; and for two hours after
that the boats drifted all round and about, some of them in bunches of
three or four, others solitary. Almost every kind of suffering was
endured in them, although, after the mental horrors of the preceding
hour, physical sufferings were scarcely felt. Some of the boats had
hardly anyone but women in them; in many the stokers and stewards were
quite useless at the oars. But here and there, in that sorrowful,
horror-stricken company, heroism lifted its head and human nature took
heart again. Women took their turn at the oars in boats where the men
were either too few or incapable of rowing; and one woman notably, the
Countess of Rothes, practically took command of her boat and was at an
oar all the time. Where they were rowing to most of them did not know.
They had seen lights at the time the ship went down, and some of them
made for these; but they soon disappeared, and probably most of the
boats were following each other aimlessly, led by one boat in which some
green flares were found, which acted as a beacon for which the others
made. One man had a pocket electric lamp, which he flashed now and
then, a little ray of hope and guidance shining across those dark and
miserable waters. Not all of the boats had food and water on board. Many
women were only in their night-clothes, some of the men in evening
dress; everyone was bitterly cold, although, fortunately, there was no
wind and no sea.
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