was hit till the survivors were landed at Queenstown, was told by
Dr. Daniel V. Moore, an American physician: "After the explosion,"
said Dr. Moore, "quiet and order were soon accomplished by assurances
from the stewards. I proceeded to the deck promenade for observation,
and saw only that the ship was fast leaning to the starboard. I
hurried toward my cabin below for a lifebelt, and turned back because
of the difficulty in keeping upright. I struggled to D deck and
forward to the first-class cabin, where I saw a Catholic priest.

"I could find no belts, and returned again toward E deck and saw a
stewardess struggling to dislodge a belt. I helped her with hers and
secured one for myself. I then rushed to D deck and noticed one woman
perched on the gunwale, watching a lowering lifeboat ten feet away. I
pushed her down and into the boat, then I jumped in. The stern of the
lifeboat continued to lower, but the bow stuck fast. A stoker cut the
bow ropes with a hatchet, and we dropped in a vertical position.

"A girl whom we had heard sing at a concert was struggling, and I
caught her by the ankle and pulled her in. A man I grasped by the
shoulders and I landed him safe. He was the barber of the first-class
cabin, and a more manly man I never met.

"We pushed away hard to avoid the suck, but our boat was fast filling,
and we bailed fast with one bucket and the women's hats. The man with
the bucket became exhausted, and I relieved him. In a few minutes she
was filled level full. Then a keg floated up, and I pitched it about
ten feet away and followed it. After reaching the keg I turned to see
what had been the fate of our boat. She had capsized. Now a young
steward, Freeman, approached me, clinging to a deck chair. I urged him
to grab the other side of the keg several times. He grew faint, but
harsh speaking roused him. Once he said: 'I am going to go.' But I
ridiculed this, and it gave him strength.

"The good boat _Brock_ and her splendid officers and men took us
aboard.

"At the scene of the catastrophe the surface of the water seemed
dotted with bodies. Only a few of the lifeboats seemed to be doing any
good. The cries of 'My God!' 'Save us!' and 'Help!' gradually grew
weaker from all sides, and finally a low weeping, wailing,
inarticulate sound, mingled with coughing and gargling, made me
heartsick. I saw many men die. Some appeared to be sleepy and worn out
just before they went down."

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