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Carpathia Aboard One Of The Boats That Contained, He Said,
Both The Crow's Nest Lookouts. He Heard A Conversation Between
Them, He Asserted, In Which They Discussed The Warnings
Given To The Titanic's Bridge Of The Presence Of The Iceberg.
Whiteley Did Not Know The Names Of Either Of The Lookout
Men And Believed That They Returned To England With The
Majority Of The Surviving Members Of The Crew.
{Illust. Caption = A Graphic Illustration Of The Force With Which A
Vessel Strikes An Iceberg}
"I Heard One Of Them Say That At 11.15 O'clock, 15 Minutes
Before The Titanic Struck, He Had Reported To First Officer
Murdock, On The Bridge, That He Fancied He Saw An Iceberg!"
Said Whiteley. "Twice After That, The Lookout Said, He Warned
Murdock That A Berg Was Ahead. They Were Very Indignant
That No Attention Was Paid To Their Warnings."
Tardy Attention To Warning Responsible For Accident
Murdock's Tardy Answering Of A Telephone Call From The
Crow's Nest Is Assigned By Whiteley As The Cause Of The
Chapter 5 Pg 21Disaster.
When Murdock Answered The Call He Received The Information
That The Iceberg Was Due Ahead. This Information Was
Imparted Just A Few Seconds Before The Crash, And Had The
Officer Promptly Answered The Ring Of The Bell It Is Probable That
The Accident Could Have Been Avoided, Or At Least, Been Reduced
By The Lowered Speed.
The Lookout Saw A Towering "Blue Berg" Looming Up In The
Sea Path Of The Titanic, And Called The Bridge On The Ship's
Telephone. When, After The Passing Of Those Two Or Three
Fateful Minutes An Officer On The Bridge Lifted The Telephone
Receiver From Its Hook To Answer The Lookout, It Was Too Late.
The Speeding Liner, Cleaving A Calm Sea Under A Star-Studded
Sky, Had Reached The Floating Mountain Of Ice, Which The
Theoretically "Unsinkable" Ship Struck A Crashing, If Glancing,
Blow With Her Starboard Bow.
Murdock Paid With Life
Had Murdock, According To The Account Of The Tragedy
Given By Two Of The Titanic's Seamen, Known How Imperative
Was That Call From The Lookout Man, The Men At The Wheel
Of The Liner Might Have Swerved The Great Ship Sufficiently
To Avoid The Berg Altogether. At The Worst The Vessel Would
Probably Have Struck The Mass Of Ice With Her Stern.
Murdock, If The Tale Of The Titanic Sailor Be True, Expiated
His Negligence By Shooting Himself Within Sight Of All Alleged
Victims Huddled In Life-Boats Or Struggling In The Icy Seas.
When At Last The Danger Was Realized, The Great Ship Was
So Close Upon The Berg That It Was Practically Impossible To
Avoid Collision With It
Vain Trial To Clear Berg
The First Officer Did What Other Startled And Alert Commanders
Would Have Done Under Similar Circumstances, That Is
{Illust. Caption = The Location Of The Disaster}
Chapter 5 Pg 22
He Made An Effort By Going Full Speed Ahead On The Starboard
Propeller And Reversing His Port Propeller, Simultaneously
Throwing His Helm Over, To Make A Rapid Turn And Clear The
Berg. The Maneuver Was Not Successful. He Succeeded In
Saving His Bows From Crashing Into The Ice-Cliff, But Nearly
The Entire Length Of The Underbody Of The Great Ship On The
Starboard Side Was Ripped. The Speed Of The Titanic, Estimated
To Be At Least Twenty-One Knots, Was So Terrific That
The Knife-Like Edge Of The Iceberg's Spur Protruding Under
The Sea Cut Through Her Like A Can-Opener.
The Titanic Was In 41.46 North Latitude And 50.14 West
Longitude When She Was Struck, Very Near The Spot On The
Wide Atlantic Where The Carmania Encountered A Field Of Ice,
Studded With Great Bergs, On Her Voyage To New York Which
Ended On April 14th. It Was Really An Ice Pack, Due To An
Unusually Severe Winter In The North Atlantic. No Less Than
Twenty-Five Bergs, Some Of Great Height, Were Counted.
The Shock Was Almost Imperceptible. The First Officer Did
Not Apparently Realize That The Great Ship Had Received Her
Death Wound, And None Of The Passengers Had The Slightest
Suspicion That Anything More Than A Usual Minor Sea Accident
Had Happened. Hundreds Who Had Gone To Their Berths And
Were Asleep Were Unawakened By The Vibration.
Bridge Game Not Disturbed
To Illustrate The Placidity With Which Practically All The
Men Regarded The Accident It Is Related That Pierre Marechal,
Son Of The Vice-Admiral Of The French Navy, Lucien Smith,
Paul Chevre, A French Sculptor, And A. F. Ormont, A Cotton
Broker, Were In The Cafe Parisien Playing Bridge.
The Four Calmly Got Up From The Table And After Walking
On Deck And Looking Over The Rail Returned To Their Game.
One Of Them Had Left His Cigar On The Card Table, And While
The Three Others Were Gazing Out On The Sea He Remarked
That He Couldn't Afford To Lose His Smoke, Returned For His
Cigar And Came Out Again.
They Remained Only For A Few Moments On Deck, And Then
Resumed Their Game Under The Impression That The Ship Had
Stopped For Reasons Best Known To The Captain And Not Involving
Any Danger To Her. Later, In Describing The Scene
That Took Place, M. Marechal, Who Was Among The Survivors,
Said: "When Three-Quarters Of A Mile Away We Stopped,
The Spectacle Before Our Eyes Was In Its Way Magnificent.
In A Very Calm Sea, Beneath A Sky Moonless But Sown With
Chapter 5 Pg 23Millions Of Stars, The Enormous Titanic Lay On The Water,
Illuminated From The Water Line To The Boat Deck. The Bow
Was Slowly Sinking Into The Black Water."
The Tendency Of The Whole Ship's Company Except The Men
In The Engine Department, Who Were Made Aware Of The Danger
By The Inrushing Water, Was To Make Light Of And In Some
Instances Even To Ridicule The Thought Of Danger To So Substantial
A Fabric.
The Captain On Deck
When Captain Smith Came From The Chart Room Onto The
Bridge, His First Words Were, "Close The Emergency Doors."
"They're Already Closed, Sir," Mr. Murdock Replied.
"Send To The Carpenter And Tell Him To Sound The Ship,"
Was The Next Order. The Message Was Sent To The Carpenter,
But The Carpenter Never Came Up To Report. He Was Probably
The First Man On The Ship To Lose His Life.
The Captain Then Looked At The Communicator, Which
Shows In What Direction The Ship Is Listing. He Saw That She
Carried Five Degrees List To Starboard.
The Ship Was Then Rapidly Settling Forward. All The Steam
Sirens Were Blowing. By The Captain's Orders, Given In The
Next Few Minutes, The Engines Were Put To Work At Pumping
Out The Ship, Distress Signals Were Sent By The Marconi, And
Rockets Were Sent Up From The Bridge By Quartermaster Rowe.
All Hands Were Ordered On Deck.
Passengers Not Alarmed
The Blasting Shriek Of The Sirens Had Not Alarmed The Great
Company Of The Titanic, Because Such Steam Calls Are An Incident
Of Travel In Seas Where Fogs Roll. Many Had Gone
To Bed, But The Hour, 11.40 P. M., Was Not Too Late For The
Friendly Contact Of Saloons And Smoking Rooms. It Was
Sunday Night And The Ship's Concert Had Ended, But There Were
Many Hundreds Up And Moving Among The Gay Lights, And
Many On Deck With Their Eyes Strained Toward The Mysterious
West, Where Home Lay. And In One Jarring, Breath-Sweeping
Moment All Of These, Asleep Or Awake, Were At The Mercy Of
Chance. Few Among The More Than 2000 Aboard Could Have
Chapter 5 Pg 24Had A Thought Of Danger. The Man Who Had Stood Up In The
Smoking Room To Say That The Titanic Was Vulnerable Or That
In A Few Minutes Two-Thirds Of Her People Would Be Face To
Face With Death, Would Have Been Considered A Fool Or A
Lunatic. No Ship Ever Sailed The Seas That Gave Her Passengers
More Confidence, More Cool Security.
Within A Few Minutes Stewards And Other Members Of The
Crew Were Sent Round To Arouse The People. Some Utterly
Refused To Get Up. The Stewards Had Almost To Force The Doors
Of The Staterooms To Make The Somnolent Appreciate Their
Peril, And Many Of Them, It Is Believed, Were Drowned Like
Rats In A Trap.
Astor And Wife Strolled On Deck
Colonel And Mrs. Astor Were In Their Room And Saw The
Ice Vision Flash By. They Had Not Appreciably Felt The Gentle
Shock And Supposed That Nothing Out Of The Ordinary Had
Happened. They Were Both Dressed And Came On Deck Leisurely.
William T. Stead, The London Journalist, Wandered
On Deck For A Few Minutes, Stopping To Talk To Frank Millet.
"What Do They Say Is The Trouble?" He Asked. "Icebergs,"
Was The Brief Reply. "Well," Said Stead, "I Guess It Is Nothing
Serious. I'm Going Back To My Cabin To Read."
From End To End On The Mighty Boat Officers Were Rushing
About Without Much Noise Or Confusion, But Giving Orders
Sharply. Captain Smith Told The Third Officer To Rush Downstairs
And See Whether The Water Was Coming In Very Fast.
"And," He Added, "Take Some Armed Guards Along To See
That The Stokers And Engineers Stay At Their Posts."
In Two Minutes The Officer Returned. "It Looks Pretty
Bad, Sir," He Said. "The Water Is Rushing In And Filling The
Bottom. The Locks Of The Water-Tight Compartments Have
Been Sprung By The Shock."
"Give The Command For All Passengers To Be On Deck With
Life-Belts On."
Through The Length And Breadth Of The Boat, Upstairs And
Downstairs, On All Decks, The Cry Rang Out: "All Passengers
On Deck With Life-Preservers."
A Sudden Tremor Of Fear
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