ed
sufferers realized it was the Northern Lights. Presently low down on
the horizon they saw a light which slowly resolved itself into a double
light, and they watched eagerly to see if the two lights would separate
and so prove to be only two of the boats, or whether these lights would
remain together, in which case they should expect them to be the lights
of a rescuing steamer.

To the inexpressible joy of all, they moved as one! Immediately the
boats were swung around and headed for the lights. Someone shouted:
"Now, boys, sing!" and everyone not too weak broke into song with "Row
for the shore, boys." Tears came to the eyes of all as they realized
that safety was at hand. The song was sung, but it was a very poor
imitation of the real thing, for quavering voices make poor songs. A
cheer was given next, and that was better--you can keep in tune for a
cheer.

THE "LUCKY THIRTEEN"

"Our rescuer showed up rapidly, and as she swung round we saw her cabins
all alight, and knew she must be a large steamer. She was now motionless
and we had to row to her. Just then day broke, a beautiful quiet dawn
with faint pink clouds just above the horizon, and a new moon whose
crescent just touched the horizon. 'Turn your money over, boys,' said
our cheery steersman, 'that is, if you have any with you,' he added.

"We laughed at him for his superstition at such a time, but he countered
very neatly by adding: 'Well, I shall never say again that 13 is an
unlucky number; boat 13 has been the best friend we ever had.' Certainly
the 13 superstition is killed forever in the minds of those who escaped
from the Titanic in boat 13.

"As we neared the Carpathia we saw in the dawning light what we thought
was a full-rigged schooner standing up near her, and presently behind
her another, all sails set, and we said: 'They are fisher boats from the
Newfoundland bank and have seen the steamer lying to and are standing by
to help.' But in another five minutes the light shone pink on them
and we saw they were icebergs towering many feet in the air, huge,
glistening masses, deadly white, still, and peaked in a way that had
easily suggested a schooner. We glanced round the horizon and there were
others wherever the eye could reach. The steamer we had to reach was
surrounded by them and we had to make a detour to reach her, for between
her and us lay another huge berg."

A WONDERFUL DAWN

Speaking of the moment when the Carpathia was sighted. Mrs