Titanic
By Filson Young
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\"Captain Smith came running out of the chart room. \'What is it?\' he asked. \'We have struck ice, Sir.\'\"
\"Titanic\" was published in 1912, shortly after the disaster. In his book, Young provides a detailed account of the Titanic\'s construction, the voyage, and the sinking, using information from survivors and other firsthand sources. He also analyzes the events leading up to the disaster, including the warnings that were ignored, the actions of the crew, and the inadequate number of lifeboats.
Filson Young
Filson Young was a writer and journalist best known for his work Titanic, published a scant 37 days after the ship’s tragic sinking. A dedicated modernist, Young, in addition to his writing, was an active motorist, pilot, composer, editor, and correspondent, and is credited with helping discover James Joyce. Filson Young died in 1938 at the age of 62.
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Titanic - Filson Young
Titanic
front41° 16′ N; 50° 14′ W.
by
Filson Young
First Published 1912
LONDON
GRANT RICHARDS LTD.
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frontContents
CHAPTER I
CHAPTER II
CHAPTER III
CHAPTER IV
CHAPTER V
CHAPTER VI
CHAPTER VII
CHAPTER VIII
CHAPTER IX
CHAPTER X
CHAPTER XI
CHAPTER XII
CHAPTER XIII
CHAPTER XIV
CHAPTER XV
CHAPTER XVI
CHAPTER XVII
THE SINKING OF THE TITANIC
Oh, Titan was her gorgeous armament
And Titan was her sail and crew;
A thing of pride to sweep the surging tide
And laugh to scorn the perilous blue.
Yet let us weep not for her treasured hulk
That sank leagues deep into the sea,
But for the toll of ill-starred voyagers
Who rode her to eternity.
I see the glory of that primal hour
When first her beams did breast the wave,—
Yea, owner, builder, seaman’s eyes did sparkle
As did the sea her huge side lave:—
How zealously the elite madly rushed
To trust their passage in her care,
To boast their presence on the maiden trip
Of that leviathan so rare.
She sailed.—The sky gleamed bright and azure clear,
The waves lashed gently at her side,
The moon that night shone down auspiciously
Upon that ship of gorgeous pride.
Her engines tore in frenzy o’er and o’er,
Her powerful shafts did heave and quake,
As loud and clear her captain’s voice rang out,
Speed on! Fear not the iceberg’s brake.
Ahead there floundered in the chilly sea
A huge and bristling wall of ice.
What shall we do?
her helmsman tremulously cried.
Word came, Let’s cleave it in a trice,
Whereat the mighty engines creaked and strained
And madly sped the Titan hulk.
Ne’er moved nor stirred the ocean’s icy berg,
But braced against her speeding bulk.
"Dost thou defy me, master of the sea,
Thou untried artifice of man?
I’ll show thee, then, whose is the stronger hand,
For mine was here e’er thine began."
Crash! Crash! The waters rushed. The ship’s side heaved.
The ponderous engines ceased to throb,
And there above the darkening drawbridge cried
A thousand souls in fear to God.
From peaceful slumbers wildly they uprose,
From games of whist, from dance and wine.
Can it be so?
they cried in anguished pride—
So sinking in the icy brine?
But ah! alas! the hand of death hung o’er.
Alas for captain, ship and crew!
In headstrong haste they’d left the boats behind
That save men from the watery blue.
Let there be women saved, and they alone!
Rose up like steel the chivalrous cry,
While gallant men stood on the slippery deck
And brave resolved themselves to die.
Then solemn strains rose from the engulfing main,
Nearer my God,
they sang, to Thee,
Till all that was left of the Titan’s envied hulk
Was a billowy gurgle in the sea.
Alas for man! Alas for vaunting boast!
Which seeks to conquer the fate of the sea,
Essays to raise proud hulks of iron and steel
And laugh to scorn God’s mastery!
Thus from their watery grave he lifts his voice;
"None tempt my power by craft malign.
Lo! all shall cleave unto the common end,
And none shall stand but I, divine!"
BY
C. VICTOR STAHL(1915)
I will not conceal his parts, nor his power, nor his comely proportion.
His scales are his pride, shut up together as with a close seal.
One is so near to another, that no air can come between them.
They are joined one to another, they stick together, that they cannot be sundered.
Out of his mouth go burning lamps, and sparks of fire leap out.
Out of his nostrils goeth smoke, as out of a seething pot or caldron.
His breath kindleth coals, and a flame goeth out of his mouth.
The flakes of his flesh are joined together; they are firm in themselves; they cannot be moved.
He maketh the deep to boil like a pot; he maketh the sea like a pot of ointment.
He maketh a path to shine after him; one would think the deep to be hoary.
Upon earth there is not his like, who is made without fear.
He beholdeth all high things; he is a king over all the children of pride.
Job, xli.
ch_topCHAPTER I
IF you enter Belfast Harbour early in the morning on the mail steamer from Fleetwood you will see far ahead of you a smudge of smoke. At first it is nothing but the apex of a great triangle formed by the heights on one side, the green wooded shores on the other, and the horizon astern. As you go on the triangle becomes narrower, the blue waters smoother, and the ship glides on in a triangle of her own—a triangle of white foam that is parallel to the green triangle of the shore. Behind you the Copeland Lighthouse keeps guard over the sunrise and the tumbling surges of the Channel, before you is the cloud of smoke that joins the narrowing shores like a gray canopy; and there is no sound but the rush of foam past the ship’s side.
You seem to be making straight for a gray mud flat; but as you approach you see a narrow lane of water opening in the mud and shingle. Two low banks, like the banks of a canal, thrust out their ends into the waters of the lough; and presently, her speed reduced to dead slow, the ship enters between these low mud banks, which are called the Twin Islands. So narrow is the lane that as she enters the water rises on the shingle banks and flows in waves on either side of her like two gray horses with white manes that canter slowly along, a solemn escort, until the channel between the islands is passed. Day and night, winter and summer, these two gray horses are always waiting; no ship ever surprises them asleep; no ship enters but they rise up and shake their manes and accompany her with their flowing, cantering motion along the confines of their territory. And when you have passed the gates that they guard you are in Belfast Harbour, in still and muddy water that smells of the land and not of the sea; for you seem already to be far from the things of the sea.
As you have entered the narrow channel a new sound, also far different from the liquid sounds of the sea, falls on your ear; at first a low sonorous murmuring like the sound of bees in a giant hive, that rises to a ringing continuous music—the multitudinous clamour of thousands of blows of metal on metal. And turning to look whence the sound arises you seem indeed to have left the last of the things of the sea behind you; for on your left, on the flattest of the mud flats, arises a veritable forest of iron; a leafless forest, of thousands upon thousands of bare rusty trunks and branches that tower higher than any forest trees in our land, and look like the ruins of some giant grove submerged by the sea in the brown autumn of its life, stripped of its leaves and laid bare again, the dead and rusty remnants of a forest. There is nothing with any broad or continuous surface—only thousands and thousands of iron branches with the gray sky and the smoke showing through them everywhere, giant cobwebs hanging between earth and the sky, intricate, meaningless networks of trunks and branches and sticks and twigs of iron.
But as you glide nearer still you see that the forest is not lifeless, nor its branches deserted. From the bottom to the topmost boughs it is crowded with a life that at first seems like that of mites in the interstices of some rotting fabric, and then like birds crowding the branches of the leafless forest, and finally appears as a multitude of pigmy men swarming and toiling amid the skeleton iron structures that are as vast as cathedrals and seem as frail as gossamer. It is from them that the clamour arises, the clamour that seemed so gentle and musical a mile away, and that now, as you come closer, grows