Harvey J. O'Higgins

Harvey J. O'Higgins

Summary

Portrait of Harvey J. O'Higgins Harvey J. O'Higgins Captain Keighley's Men (1905)

The men themselves were never able to remember any more than a convalescent can remember of the delirium of his fever. For eight hours they were compelled to endure the blistering, choking, maddening heat of a metal oven; and those who kept their wits the longest recall a scene too horrible to be described.
How, finally, when the fire had burned down, they made their way forward from the tunnel, through the engine-room and the stoke-holes, to an empty bunker; how they climbed the ladders to a coal-port, and found the steel shutter of it open
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Portrait of Harvey J. O'Higgins Harvey J. O'Higgins Captain Keighley's Men (1905)

Some came head first, at the risk of their lives. One, in the struggle at the narrow opening, was thrown into the water and had to be dragged out with a boat-hook. Others fell on their feet, and throwing themselves on the deck with hoarse cries, began to roll around in the spray. Lieutenant Moore came down unconscious, stiff and contorted, and lay still; and Captain Keighley, falling beside him, crawled, with his mouth open, to the nozle of the hose.
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Portrait of Harvey J. O'Higgins Harvey J. O'Higgins Captain Keighley's Men (1905)

Hol' on!"
"Turn the spray on the deck here," the battalion chief ordered. "Half speed ahead. There 's some one alive on her. Gawd!"
The heat, as they crept in, dried their eyes till they were blinded by a gush of tears. Blurred by these, the light swung big in the darkness. "Who is it? Who is it?" they called.
A weak hail answered them. The dripping fender of hemp on the nose of the Manhattan touched the side of the Flamisch and hissed on the hot metal in a cloud of steam. Erect in the bows, drenched with the spray of the hose, the chief cried in a voice of suffocation: "Jump!"
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