The Complete Titanic Chronicles: A Night to Remember and The Night Lives On
By Walter Lord
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In just two hours and forty minutes, 1,500 souls were lost at sea when the RMS Titanic succumbed to the icy waters of the North Atlantic. Based on interviews with sixty-three survivors, A Night to Remember tells the story of that fateful night, offering a meticulous and engrossing look at one of the twentieth century’s most infamous disasters. In The Night Lives On, Lord revisits the unsinkable ship, diving into the multitude of theories—both factual and fanciful—about the Titanic’s last hours. Was the ship really christened before setting sail on its maiden voyage? How did its wireless operators fail so badly, and why did the nearby Californian, just ten miles away when the Titanic struck the iceberg, not come to the rescue? Together for the first time, Lord’s classic bestseller A Night to Remember and his subsequent study The Night Lives On offer remarkable insight into the maritime catastrophe that continues to fascinate and horrify a full century later.
Walter Lord
Walter Lord (1917–2002) was an acclaimed and bestselling author of literary nonfiction best known for his gripping and meticulously researched accounts of watershed historical events. His first book was The Fremantle Diary (1954), a volume of Civil War diaries that became a surprising success. But it was Lord’s next book, A Night to Remember (1955), that made him famous. Lord went on to use the book’s interview-heavy format as a template for most of his following works, which included detailed reconstructions of the Pearl Harbor attack in Day of Infamy (1957), the battle of Midway in Incredible Victory (1967), and the integration of the University of Mississippi in The Past That Would Not Die (1965).
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- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5on Sunday, December 23, 2007 I wrote:
Wow. I was again on the verge of tears. This is such a sad story.Very well written. After I read it I immediately wanted to watch The Titanic. I thought I had the movie, but guess I was wrong. ;)Now I know what to buy next. - Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The introduction by Nathaniel Philbreck called this book "the definitive account" of the Titanic disaster, particularly since at the time this book was published (1955) many of the survivors were still alive, and Lord had the opportunity to interview over 60 of them--not something future books will be able to boast. The book is a work, as Philbreck put it, of "narrative non-fiction"--but not, and I appreciate that, a work of "creative non-fiction." Lord in his minute-by-minute of Titanic's last hours pieces together the story using multiple viewpoints--but he never steps over the line into relating things he couldn't have pierced together from the eye-witnesses. I also appreciate how in the last chapter he goes over the conflicting reports and discrepancies (not even how many were lost can be nailed down, although Lord things 1,502 dead is the most accurate number.)Most readers are likely to know many of the details and recognize the names of people involved from the popular films and many documentary programs. On an April night in 1912 the "unsinkable" ship sunk less than two hours after hitting an iceberg. There weren't enough life boats for all the 2,207 passengers and crew. Few among those who went into the below freezing waters of the North Atlantic survived to be picked up by the Carpathia that came to the rescue a couple of hours after the ship went down. There are a lot of striking individual stories of heroism and cowardice, chivalry and ignobility. Reading this reminded me of what Viktor Frankl, a psychiatrist, said of his experiences in a concentration camp. He said Freud was wrong that people under stress act the same--Frankly said that rather their individual character, for bad and good, is just magnified. It's also quite a picture of a lost age. As Lord put it, "the Titanic was also the last stand of wealth and society in the center of public affection. In 1912 there were no movie, radio or television stars; sports figures were still beyond the pale; and cafe society was completely unknown. The public depended on socially prominent people for all the vicarious glamour that enriches drab lives.” Never again would those in the different classes of travel be treated differently in such a situation--yet back then not even the steerage passengers were outraged over how they were, if not pushed to the side by policy, then not just a second thought, but last. Mostly yes, it was "women and children first." But you still had a better chance of surviving if you were a first class male than a third class child--and Lord explains why.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5I picked this book up for the Kindle on 4/13/12 during the Kindle Daily Deal. I had never read a book about the Titanic before and as this had gotten great reviews and it was the 100th anniversary of the Titanic sinking I thought that it was a good time to change that.I found this book engaging, engrossing, gripping and simply fascinating! It was a well written and, from what I could tell, thorough account of that night. I felt connected to the passengers and crew that were on the Titanic during this horrific time. One of the things I liked best about this book is that there weren't liberties taken, drama wasn't added to make the book more exciting. This was simply the story of the Titanic's last night. I felt that Lord also did a good job of discussing the social expectations at play when the Titanic sunk and how they were changed as a result of that tragedy.I would not hesitate to recommend this book to anyone interested in the story of the Titanic.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5This is a fairly comprehensive book detailing the passengers on board the Titanic. It describes events from multiple points of view, including staff and steerage. I thought that the book was well and very factual. At times it did feel like the author was throwing out a lot of names. At times it was hard to follow and keep track of the variety of people. Overall, I would recommend this book to anyone looking to learn more about the Titanic or a history buff.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5It was better the first time around but it is suspenseful even though you know the outcome. Worth a detour.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5This book was fascinating - I loved all the little details, from what people wore to the squabbles on the life boats. Lord makes clear that the great loss of life was especially horrific because it didn't need to happen. Not only were there not enough life boats, but a ship was only ten miles away, and did not have anyone at the radio to hear the distress calls from the Titanic. Note to self: No more books or movies about the Titanic. The ending will always be the same!
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5It doesn't get more thorough than this- Lord interviewed just about any Titanic survivor still alive in the early 50's, which was quite a few. This is a minute-by-minute account of what happened aboard the Titanic before, during and after its sinking. I don't think you'd find another book that places the reader there as much as this one.
- Rating: 2 out of 5 stars2/5This book is about the night the ship the Titanic sank. The book refers to specific accounts given by certain people on the ship, ranging from the poorest of the poor and richest of the rich. I honestly did not care for the book, partially because I was forced to read the book so I didn't enjoy it as much as I'd like to. But I did find many of the accounts very interesting and shocking.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5True story of the sinking of the Titanic, which sank in 1912. Makes the people come alive and shows cowardice and heroism among the passengers.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5The illustrations are icing on a fine book's cake. Reads like a novel. Unputdownable.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The best book for Titanic buffs.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5A FANTASTIC read. Walter Lord captures the tale of the ill-fated ocean liner the Titanic in this gripping tale. Once you pick up this book you'll never want to put it down.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Very nearly a primary source. Lord wrote this at a time when many of the survivors were still surviving! It is as complete a picture of events happening everywhere from the bridge to steerage as is probably possible. I found the passenger list at the end of the book especially helpful. The difference in the font tells the tale of survival or death. I looked up every name as it came up in the narrative to see what that person's ultimate fate would be.
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Often considered the definitive memoir of the sinking of the Titanic. It has a number of the accounts that made it into the movie, including the seemingly incredible survival of a passenger who simply stepped off the back of the ship as it sank.
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The Complete Titanic Chronicles - Walter Lord
The Complete Titanic Chronicles
A Night to Remember and The Night Lives On
Walter Lord
Contents
A Night to Remember
1 Another Belfast Trip
2 There’s Talk of an Iceberg, Ma’am
3 God Himself Could Not Sink This Ship
4 You Go and I’ll Stay a While
5 I Believe She’s Gone, Hardy
6 That’s the Way of It at This Kind of Time
7 There Is Your Beautiful Nightdress Gone
8 It Reminds Me of a Bloomin’ Picnic
9 We’re Going North Like Hell
10 Go Away—We Have Just Seen Our Husbands Drown
Facts About the Titanic
Acknowledgments
Passenger List
The Night Lives On
I. Unsinkable Subject
II. What’s in a Name?
III. Legendary from the Start
IV. Had Ships Gotten Too Big for Captain Smith?
V. Our Coterie
VI. Everything Was Against Us
VII. The Gash
VIII. I Was Very Soft the Day I Signed That
IX. What Happened to the Goodwins?
X. Shots in the Dark
XI. The Sound of Music
XII. She’s Gone
XIII. The Electric Spark
XIV. A Certain Amount of Slackness
XV. Second-guessing
XVI. Why Was Craganour Disqualified?
XVII. Unlocking the Ocean’s Secret
Gleanings from the Testimony
Acknowledgments and Selected Sources
Index
A Night to Remember
To My Mother
Contents
Foreword
1 Another Belfast Trip
2 There’s Talk of an Iceberg, Ma’am
3 God Himself Could Not Sink This Ship
4 You Go and I’ll Stay a While
5 I Believe She’s Gone, Hardy
6 That’s the Way of It at This Kind of Time
7 There Is Your Beautiful Nightdress Gone
8 It Reminds Me of a Bloomin’ Picnic
9 We’re Going North Like Hell
10 Go Away—We Have Just Seen Our Husbands Drown
Facts About the Titanic
Acknowledgments
Passenger List
Foreword
IN 1898 A STRUGGLING author named Morgan Robertson concocted a novel about a fabulous Atlantic liner, far larger than any that had ever been built. Robertson loaded his ship with rich and complacent people and then wrecked it one cold April night on an iceberg. This somehow showed the futility of everything, and in fact, the book was called Futility when it appeared that year, published by the firm of M. F. Mansfield.
Fourteen years later a British shipping company named the White Star Line built a steamer remarkably like the one in Robertson’s novel. The new liner was 66,000 tons displacement; Robertson’s was 70,000. The real ship was 882.5 feet long; the fictional one was 800 feet. Both vessels were triple screw and could make 24-25 knots. Both could carry about 3,000 people, and both had enough lifeboats for only a fraction of this number. But, then, this didn’t seem to matter because both were labeled unsinkable.
On April 10, 1912, the real ship left Southampton on her maiden voyage to New York. Her cargo included a priceless copy of the Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám and a list of passengers collectively worth two hundred fifty million dollars. On her way over she too struck an iceberg and went down on a cold April night.
Robertson called his ship the Titan; the White Star Line called its ship the Titanic. This is the story of her last night.
Plan of Boat Deck of RMS Titanic
Time and place of events during the sinking of the Titanic
1) 11:40 P.M. - The bridge thanks the crow’s nest for reporting the iceberg.
2) 12:00 Midnight - Lawrence Beesley notices the deck has started to tilt.
3) 12:30 A.M. - John Jacob Astor slices open a life belt to show his wife what’s inside.
4) 12:45 A.M. - The first rocket is fired.
5) 12:55 A.M. - Major Peuchen proves a yachtsman can be a seaman
6) 12:55 A.M. - Fifth Officer Lowe bawls out the head of the steamship line.
7) 1:10 A.M. - Mrs. Isidor Straus refuses to leave her husband.
8) 1:15 A.M. - If they are sending the boats away, they might just as well put some people in them.
9) 1:20 A.M. - Ben Guggenheim appears in evening clothes to go down like a gentleman.
10) 1:25 A.M. - Steward Ray remembers he persuaded a family to sail on the Titanic
11) 1:30 A.M. - Fifth Officer Lowe has to use his gun.
12) 1:35 A.M. - First Officer Murdoch prevents a rush on Boat 15.
13) 2:05 A.M. - Edith Evans gives up her chance in order to save a married woman with a family.
14) 2:10 A.M. - Wireless Operator Phillips’ life belt is almost stolen.
15) 2:15 A.M. - The band plays Autumn.
16) 2:18 A.M. - Colonel Gracie recalls a trick he learned at the seashore.
Plan of Bottom Deck of RMS Titanic
Time and place of events during the sinking of the Titanic
1) 11:40 P.M. - Engineer Hesketh and Fireman Barrett have to jump through the watertight door.
2) 11:40 P.M. - Iceberg tears 300-foot gash, ripping open first six watertight compartments.
3) 11:50 P.M. - Water is swirling round foot of spiral stairs.
4) 11:50 P.M. - Water pours in so fast that escaping air forces up hatch cover and hisses out of forepeak tanks.
5) 12:45 A.M. - Engineer Shepherd breaks his leg.
6) 12:45 A.M. - Electrician Alfred White brews some coffee.
7) 1:00 A.M. - Greaser Thomas Ranger turns off 45 fans.
8) 1:15A.M. - Stoker Fred Scott frees a trapped friend.
9) 1:20 A.M. - The sea pours in on Trimmer George Cavell.
CHAPTER 1
Another Belfast Trip
HIGH IN THE CROW’S nest of the New White Star Liner Titanic, Lookout Frederick Fleet peered into a dazzling night. It was calm, clear and bitterly cold. There was no moon, but the cloudless sky blazed with stars. The Atlantic was like polished plate glass; people later said they had never seen it so smooth.
This was the fifth night of the Titanic’s maiden voyage to New York, and it was already clear that she was not only the largest but also the most glamorous ship in the world. Even the passengers’ dogs were glamorous. John Jacob Astor had along his Airedale Kitty. Henry Sleeper Harper, of the publishing family, had his prize Pekingese Sun Yat-sen. Robert W. Daniel, the Philadelphia banker, was bringing back a champion French bulldog just purchased in Britain. Clarence Moore of Washington also had been dog shopping, but the 50 pairs of English foxhounds he bought for the Loudoun Hunt weren’t making the trip.
That was all another world to Frederick Fleet. He was one of six lookouts carried by the Titanic, and the lookouts didn’t worry about passenger problems. They were the eyes of the ship,
and on this particular night Fleet had been warned to watch especially for icebergs.
So far, so good. On duty at 10 o’clock … a few words about the ice problem with Lookout Reginald Lee, who shared the same watch … a few more words about the cold … but mostly just silence, as the two men stared into the darkness.
Now the watch was almost over, and still there was nothing unusual. Just the night, the stars, the biting cold, the wind that whistled through the rigging as the Titanic raced across the calm, black sea at 22½ knots. It was almost 11:40 P.M. on Sunday, the 14th of April, 1912.
Suddenly Fleet saw something directly ahead, even darker than the darkness. At first it was small (about the size, he thought, of two tables put together), but every second it grew larger and closer. Quickly Fleet banged the crow’s-nest bell three times, the warning of danger ahead. At the same time he lifted the phone and rang the bridge.
What did you see?
asked a calm voice at the other end.
Iceberg right ahead,
replied Fleet.
Thank you,
acknowledged the voice with curiously detached courtesy. Nothing more was said.
For the next 37 seconds, Fleet and Lee stood quietly side by side, watching the ice draw nearer. Now they were almost on top of it, and still the ship didn’t turn. The berg towered wet and glistening far above the forecastle deck, and both men braced themselves for a crash. Then, miraculously, the bow began to swing to port. At the last second the stem shot into the clear, and the ice glided swiftly by along the starboard side. It looked to Fleet like a very close shave.
At this moment Quartermaster George Thomas Rowe was standing watch on the after bridge. For him, too, it had been an uneventful night—just the sea, the stars, the biting cold. As he paced the deck, he noticed what he and his mates called Whiskers ’round the Light
—tiny splinters of ice in the air, fine as dust, that gave off myriads of bright colors whenever caught in the glow of the deck lights.
Then suddenly he felt a curious motion break the steady rhythm of the engines. It was a little like coming alongside a dock wall rather heavily. He glanced forward—and stared again. A windjammer, sails set, seemed to be passing along the starboard side. Then he realized it was an iceberg, towering perhaps 100 feet above the water. The next instant it was gone, drifting astern into the dark.
Meanwhile, down below in the First Class dining saloon on D Deck, four other members of the Titanic’s crew were sitting around one of the tables. The last diner had long since departed, and now the big white Jacobean room was empty except for this single group. They were dining-saloon stewards, indulging in the time-honored pastime of all stewards off duty—they were gossiping about their passengers.
Then, as they sat there talking, a faint grinding jar seemed to come from somewhere deep inside the ship. It was not much, but enough to break the conversation and rattle the silver that was set for breakfast next morning.
Steward James Johnson felt he knew just what it was. He recognized the kind of shudder a ship gives when she drops a propeller blade, and he knew this sort of mishap meant a trip back to the Harland & Wolff Shipyard at Belfast—with plenty of free time to enjoy the hospitality of the port. Somebody near him agreed and sang out cheerfully, Another Belfast trip!
In the galley just to the stern, Chief Night Baker Walter Belford was making rolls for the following day. (The honor of baking fancy pastry was reserved for the day shift.) When the jolt came, it impressed Belford more strongly than Steward Johnson—perhaps because a pan of new rolls clattered off the top of the oven and scattered about the floor!
The passengers in their cabins felt the jar too, and tried to connect it with something familiar. Marguerite Frolicher, a young Swiss girl accompanying her father on a business trip, woke up with a start. Half-asleep, she could think only of the little white lake ferries at Zurich making a sloppy landing. Softly she said to herself, Isn’t it funny … we’re landing!
Major Arthur Godfrey Peuchen, starting to undress for the night, thought it was like a heavy wave striking the ship. Mrs. J. Stuart White was sitting on the edge of her bed just reaching to turn out the light, when the ship seemed to roll over a thousand marbles.
To Lady Cosmo Duff Gordon, waking up from the jolt, it seemed as though somebody had drawn a giant finger along the side of the ship.
Mrs. John Jacob Astor thought it was some mishap in the kitchen.
It seemed stronger to some than to others. Mrs. Albert Caldwell pictured a large dog that had a baby kitten in its mouth and was shaking it. Mrs. Walter B. Stephenson recalled the first ominous jolt when she was in the San Francisco earthquake—then decided this wasn’t that bad. Mrs. E. D. Appleton felt hardly any shock at all, but she noticed an unpleasant ripping sound … like someone tearing a long, long strip of calico.
The jar meant more to J. Bruce Ismay, Managing Director of the White Star Line, who in a festive mood was going along for the ride on the Titanic’s first trip. Ismay woke up with a start in his deluxe suite on B Deck—he felt sure the ship had struck something, but he didn’t know what.
Some of the passengers already knew the answer. Mr. and Mrs. George A. Harder, a young honeymoon couple down in cabin E-50, were still awake when they heard a dull thump. Then they felt the ship quiver, and there was a sort of rumbling, scraping noise
along the ship’s side. Mr. Harder hopped out of bed and ran to the porthole. As he looked through the glass, he saw a wall of ice glide by.
The same thing happened to James B. McGough, a Gimbel’s buyer from Philadelphia, except his experience was somewhat more disturbing. His porthole was open, and as the berg brushed by, chunks of ice fell into the cabin.
Like Mr. McGough, most of the Titanic’s passengers were in bed when the jar came. On this quiet, cold Sunday night a snug bunk seemed about the best place to be. But a few shipboard die-hards were still up. As usual, most were in the First Class smoking room on A Deck.
And as usual, it was a very mixed group. Around one table sat Archie Butt, President Taft’s military aide; Clarence Moore, the traveling Master of Hounds; Harry Widener, son of the Philadelphia streetcar magnate; and William Carter, another Main Liner. They were winding up a small dinner given by Widener’s father in honor of Captain Edward J. Smith, the ship’s commander. The Captain had left early, the ladies had been packed off to bed, and now the men were enjoying a final cigar before turning in too. The conversation wandered from politics to Clarence Moore’s adventures in West Virginia, the time he helped interview the old feuding mountaineer Anse Hatfield.
Buried in a nearby leather armchair, Spencer V. Silverthorne, a young buyer for Nugent’s department store in St. Louis, browsed through a new bestseller, The Virginian. Not far off, Lucien P. Smith (still another Philadelphian) struggled gamely through the linguistic problems of a bridge game with three Frenchmen.
At another table the ship’s young set was enjoying a somewhat noisier game of bridge. Normally the young set preferred the livelier Café Parisien, just below on B Deck, and at first tonight was no exception. But it grew so cold that around 11:30 the girls went off to bed, and the men strolled up to the smoking room for a nightcap. Most of the group stuck to highballs; Hugh Woolner, son of the English sculptor, took a hot whisky and water; Lieutenant Hokan Bjornstrom Steffanson, a young Swedish military attaché on his way to Washington, chose a hot lemonade.
Somebody produced a deck of cards, and as they sat playing and laughing, suddenly there came that grinding jar. Not much of a shock, but enough to give a man a start—Mr. Silverthorne still sits up with a jolt when he tells it. In an instant the smoking-room steward and Mr. Silverthorne were on their feet … through the aft door … past the Palm Court … and out onto the deck. They were just in time to see the iceberg scraping along the starboard side, a little higher than the Boat Deck. As it slid by, they watched chunks of ice breaking and tumbling off into the water. In another moment it faded into the darkness astern.
Others in the smoking room were pouring out now. As Hugh Woolner reached the deck, he heard a man call out, We hit an iceberg—there it is!
Woolner squinted into the night. About 150 yards astern he made out a mountain of ice standing black against the starlit sky. Then it vanished into the dark.
The excitement, too, soon disappeared. The Titanic seemed as solid as ever, and it was too bitterly cold to stay outside any longer. Slowly the group filed back, Woolner picked up his hand, and the bridge game went on. The last man inside thought, as he slammed the deck door, that the engines were stopping.
He was right. Up on the bridge First Officer William M. Murdoch had just pulled the engine-room telegraph handle all the way to Stop.
Murdoch was in charge of the bridge this watch, and it was his problem, once Fleet phoned the warning. A tense minute had passed since then—orders to Quartermaster Hitchens to turn the wheel hard a-starboard … a yank on the engine-room telegraph for Full-Speed Astern
… a hard push on the button closing the watertight doors … and finally those 37 seconds of breathless waiting.
Now the waiting was over, and it was all so clearly too late. As the grinding noise died away, Captain Smith rushed onto the bridge from his cabin next to the wheelhouse. There were a few quick words:
Mr. Murdoch, what was that?
An iceberg, sir. I hard-a-starboarded and reversed the engines, and I was going to hard-a-port around it, but she was too close. I couldn’t do any more.
Close the emergency doors.
The doors are already closed.
They were closed, all right. Down in boiler room No. 6, Fireman Fred Barrett had been talking to Assistant Second Engineer James Hesketh when the warning bell sounded and the light flashed red above the watertight door leading to the stern. A quick shout of warning—an ear-splitting crash—and the whole starboard side of the ship seemed to give way. The sea cascaded in, swirling about the pipes and valves, and the two men leaped through the door as it slammed down behind them.
Barrett found things almost as bad where he was now, in boiler room No. 5. The gash ran into No. 5 about two feet beyond the closed compartment door, and a fat jet of seawater was spouting through the hole. Nearby, Trimmer George Cavell was digging himself out of an avalanche of coal that had poured out of a bunker with the impact. Another stoker mournfully studied an overturned bowl of soup that had been warming on a piece of machinery.
It was dry in the other boiler rooms farther aft, but the scene was pretty much the same—men picking themselves up, calling back and forth, asking what had happened. It was hard to figure out. Until now the Titanic had been a picnic. Being a new ship on her maiden voyage, everything was clean. She was, as Fireman George Kemish still recalls, a good job … not what we were accustomed to in old ships, slogging our guts out and nearly roasted by the heat.
All the firemen had to do was keep the furnaces full. No need to work the fires with slice bars, pricker bars, and rakes. So on this Sunday night the men were taking it easy—sitting around on buckets and the trimmers’ iron wheelbarrows, shooting the breeze, waiting for the 12-to-4 watch to come on.
Then came that thud … the grinding, tearing sound … the telegraphs ringing wildly … the watertight doors crashing down. Most of the men couldn’t imagine what it was—the story spread that the Titanic had gone aground just off the Banks of Newfoundland. Many of them still thought so, even after a trimmer came running down from above shouting, Blimey! We’ve struck an iceberg!
About ten miles away Third Officer Charles Victor Groves stood on the bridge of the Leyland Liner Californian bound from London to Boston. A plodding 6,000-tonner, she had room for 47 passengers, but none were being carried just now. On this Sunday night she had been stopped since 10:30 P.M., completely blocked by drifting ice.
At about 11:10 Groves noticed the lights of another ship, racing up from the east on the starboard side. As the newcomer rapidly overhauled the motionless Californian, a blaze of deck lights showed she was a large passenger liner. Around 11:30 he knocked on the Venetian door of the chart room and told Captain Stanley Lord about it. Lord suggested contacting the new arrival by Morse lamp, and Groves prepared to do this.
Then, at about 11:40, he saw the big ship suddenly stop and put out most of her lights. This didn’t surprise Groves very much. He had spent some time in the Far East trade, where they usually put deck lights out at midnight to encourage the passengers to turn in. It never occurred to him that perhaps the lights were still on … that they only seemed to go out because she was no longer broadside but had veered sharply to port.
CHAPTER 2
There’s Talk of an Iceberg, Ma’am
ALMOST AS IF NOTHING had happened, Lookout Fleet resumed his watch, Mrs. Astor lay back in her bed, and Lieutenant Steffanson returned to his hot lemonade.
At the request of several passengers Second Class Smoking Room Steward James Witter went off to investigate the jar. But two tables of card players hardly looked up. Normally the White Star Line allowed no card playing on Sunday, and tonight the passengers wanted to take full advantage of the Chief Steward’s unexpected largesse.
There was no one in the Second Class lounge to send the librarian looking, so he continued sitting at his table, quietly counting the day’s loan slips.
Through the long white corridors that led to the staterooms came only the murmurs of people chatting in their cabins … the distant slam of some deck-pantry door … occasionally the click of unhurried high heels—all the usual sounds of a liner at night.
Everything seemed perfectly normal—yet not quite. In his cabin on B Deck, 17-year-old Jack Thayer had just called good night to his father and mother, Mr. and Mrs. John B. Thayer of Philadelphia. The Thayers had connecting staterooms, an arrangement compatible with Mr. Thayer’s position as Second Vice President of the Pennsylvania Railroad. Now, as young Jack stood buttoning his pajama jacket, the steady hum of the breeze through his half-opened porthole suddenly stopped.
On deck below, Mr. and Mrs. Henry B. Harris sat in their cabin playing double Canfield. Mr. Harris, a Broadway producer, was dog-tired, and Mrs. Harris had just broken her arm. There was little conversation as Mrs. Harris idly watched her dresses sway on their hangers from the ship’s vibration. Suddenly she noticed they stopped jiggling.
Another deck below, Lawrence Beesley, a young science master at Dulwich College, lay in his Second Class bunk reading, pleasantly lulled by the dancing motion of the mattress. Suddenly the mattress was still.
The creaking woodwork, the distant rhythm of the engines, the steady rattle of the glass dome over the A Deck foyer—all the familiar shipboard sounds vanished as the Titanic glided to a stop. Far more than any jolt, silence stirred the passengers.
Steward bells began ringing, but it was hard to learn anything. Why have we stopped?
Lawrence Beesley asked a passing steward. I don’t know, sir,
came a typical answer, but I don’t suppose it’s much.
Mrs. Arthur Ryerson, of the steel family, had somewhat better results. There’s talk of an iceberg, ma’am,
explained Steward Bishop. And they have stopped, not to run over it.
While her French maid Victorine hovered in the background, Mrs. Ryerson pondered what to do. Mr. Ryerson was having his first good sleep since the start of the trip, and she hated to wake him. She walked over to the square, heavy glass window that opened directly on the sea. Outside, she saw only a calm, beautiful night. She decided to let him sleep.
Others refused to let well enough alone. With the restless curiosity that afflicts everyone on board ship, some of the Titanic’s passengers began exploring for an answer.
In C-51 Colonel Archibald Gracie, an amateur military historian by way of West Point and an independent income, methodically donned underwear, long stockings, trousers, shoes, a Norfolk jacket, and then puffed up to the Boat Deck. Jack Thayer simply threw an overcoat over his pajamas and took off, calling to his parents that he was going out to see the fun.
On deck there was little fun to be seen; nor was there any sign of danger. For the most part the explorers wandered aimlessly about or stood by the rail, staring into the empty night for some clue to the trouble. The Titanic lay dead in the water, three of her four huge funnels blowing off steam with a roar that shattered the quiet, starlit night. Otherwise everything normal. Toward the stern of the Boat Deck an elderly couple strolled arm in arm, oblivious of the roaring steam and the little knots of passengers roving about.
It was so bitterly cold, and there was so little to be seen, that most of the people came inside again. Entering the magnificent foyer on A Deck, they found others who had also risen but preferred to stay inside where it was warm.
Mingling together, they made a curious picture. Their dress was an odd mixture of bathrobes, evening clothes, fur coats, turtleneck sweaters. The setting was equally incongruous—the huge glass dome overhead … the dignified oak paneling … the magnificent balustrades with their wrought-iron scrollwork … and, looking down on them all, an incredible wall clock adorned with two bronze nymphs, somehow symbolizing Honor and Glory crowning Time.
Oh, it’ll be a few hours and we’ll be on the way again,
a steward vaguely explained to First Class passenger George Harder.
Looks like we’ve lost a propeller, but it’ll give us more time for bridge,
called Howard Case, the London manager of Vacuum Oil, to Fred Seward, a New York lawyer. Perhaps Mr. Case got his theory from Steward Johnson, still contemplating a sojourn in Belfast. In any event, most of the passengers had better information by this time.
What do you think?
exclaimed Harvey Collyer to his wife, as he returned to their cabin from a tour around the deck. We’ve struck an iceberg—a big one—but there’s no danger. An officer told me so!
The Collyers were traveling Second Class, on their way from Britain to a fruit farm just purchased in Fayette Valley, Idaho. They were novices on the Atlantic, and perhaps the news would have roused Mrs. Collyer, but the dinner that night had been too rich. So she just asked her husband if anybody seemed frightened, and when he said no, she lay back again in her bunk.
John Jacob Astor seemed equally unperturbed. Returning to his suite after going up to investigate, he explained to Mrs. Astor that the ship had struck ice, but it didn’t look serious. He was very calm and Mrs. Astor wasn’t a bit alarmed.
What do they say is the trouble?
asked William T. Stead, a leading British spiritualist, reformer, evangelist and editor, all rolled into one. A professional individualist, he seemed almost to have planned his arrival on deck later than the others.
Icebergs,
briefly explained Frank Millet, the distinguished American painter.
Well,
Stead shrugged, I guess it’s nothing serious; I’m going back to my cabin to read.
Mr. and Mrs. Dickinson Bishop of Dowagiac, Michigan, had the same reaction. When a deck steward assured them, We have only struck a little piece of ice and passed it,
the Bishops returned to their stateroom and undressed again. Mr. Bishop picked up a book and started to read, but soon he was interrupted by a knock on the door. It was Mr. Albert A. Stewart, an ebullient old gentleman who had a large interest in the Barnum & Bailey Circus: Come on out and amuse yourself!
Others had the same idea. First Class passenger Peter Daly heard one young lady tell another, Oh, come and let’s see the berg—we have never seen one before!
And in the Second Class smoking room somebody facetiously asked whether he could get some ice from the berg for his highball.
He could indeed. When the Titanic brushed by, several tons of ice crumbled off the berg and landed on the starboard well deck just opposite the foremast. This was Third Class recreation space, and the ice was soon discovered by steerage passengers coming up to investigate. From her cabin window on B Deck, Mrs. Natalie Wick watched them playfully throwing chunks at each other.
The ice soon became quite a tourist attraction. Major Arthur Godfrey Peuchen, a middle-aged manufacturing chemist from Toronto, used the opportunity to descend on a more distinguished compatriot, Charles M. Hays, President of the Grand Trunk Railroad. Mr. Hays!
he cried. Have you seen the ice?
When Mr. Hays said he hadn’t, Peuchen followed through—If you care to see it, I will take you up on deck and show it to you.
And so they went all the way forward on A Deck and looked down at the mild horseplay below.
Possession of the ice didn’t remain a Third Class monopoly for long. As Colonel Gracie stood in the A Deck foyer, he was tapped on the shoulder by Clinch Smith, a New York society figure whose experiences already included sitting at Stanford White’s table the night White was shot by Harry K. Thaw. Would you like,
asked Smith, a souvenir to take back to New York?
And he opened his hand to show a small piece of ice, flat like a pocket watch.
The same collector’s instinct gripped others. Able Seaman John Poingdestre picked up a sliver and showed it around the crew’s mess room. A steerage passenger presented Fourth Officer Boxhall with a chunk about the size of a small basin. As Greaser Walter Hurst lay half-awake, his father-in-law—who shared the same quarters—came in and tossed a lump of ice into Hurst’s bunk. A man entered the stewards’ quarters, displaying a piece about as big as a teacup, and told Steward F. Dent Ray, There are tons of ice forward!
Ah, well,
Ray yawned, that will not hurt.
And he prepared to go back to sleep.
A little more curious, First Class Steward Henry Samuel Etches—off duty at the time of the crash—walked forward along the alleyway on E Deck to investigate, and ran into a Third Class passenger walking the other way. Before Etches could say anything, the passenger—as though confronting Etches with irrefutable evidence about something in dispute—threw a block of ice to the deck and shouted, "Will you believe it now?"
Soon there was far more disturbing evidence that all was not as it should be. By 11:50—ten minutes after the collision—strange things could be seen and heard in the first six of the Titanic’s 16 watertight compartments.
Lamp Trimmer Samuel Hemming, lying off duty in his bunk, heard a curious hissing sound coming from the forepeak, the compartment closest to the bow. He jumped up, went as far forward as he could, and discovered that it was air escaping from the forepeak locker where the anchor chains were stowed. Far below, water was pouring in so fast that the air rushed out under tremendous pressure.
In the next compartment aft, containing the firemen’s quarters and cargo hatch No. 1, Leading Fireman Charles Hendrickson was also aroused by a curious sound. But here it was not air—it was water. When he looked down the spiral staircase that led to the passageway connecting the firemen’s quarters with the stokeholds, he saw green seawater swirling around the foot of the grated, cast-iron steps.
Steerage passenger Carl Johnson had an even more disturbing experience in the third compartment aft. This contained the cheapest passenger accommodations—lowest in the ship and closest to the bow. As Johnson got up to see what was causing a mild commotion outside his cabin, water seeped in under the door and around his feet. He decided to dress, and by the time his clothes were on, the water was over his shoes. With a detached, almost clinical interest, he noticed that it seemed to be of very even depth all over the floor. Nearby, steerage passenger Daniel Buckley was a little slower to react, and when he finally jumped out of his bunk, he splashed into water up to his ankles.
Five postal clerks working in the fourth compartment were much wetter. The Titanic’s post office took up two deck levels—the mail was stacked, along with First Class luggage, on the Orlop Deck and was sorted just above on G Deck. The two levels were connected by a wide iron companionway, which continued up to F Deck and the rest of the ship. Within five minutes water was sloshing around the knees of the postal clerks, as they dragged 200 sacks of registered mail up the companionway to the drier sorting room.
They might have spared themselves the trouble—in another five minutes the water reached the top of the steps and was lapping onto G Deck. The clerks now abandoned the mail room altogether, retreating further up the companionway to F Deck.
At the top of the stairs they found a married couple peering down at them. Mr. and Mrs. Norman Campbell Chambers of New York had been attracted by the noise, while returning to their cabin after a fruitless trip to the Promenade Deck. Now, the Chamberses and the postal clerks watched the scene together, joking about the soaked baggage and wondering what might be in the letters they could see floating around the abandoned mail room.
Others joined them briefly from time to time—Fourth Officer Boxhall … Assistant Second Steward Wheat … once even Captain Smith. But at no point could the Chamberses bring themselves to believe that anything they saw was really dangerous.
The fifth watertight compartment from the bow contained boiler room No. 6. This was where Fireman Barrett and Assistant Second Engineer Hesketh jumped through the watertight door just as it slammed down after the collision. Others didn’t make it and scrambled