Logan Marshall, The Tragic Story of the Empress of Ireland…
“ The strains of the hymn and the frantic cries of the dying blended in a symphony of sorrow.Led by the green light, under the light of stars, the boats drew away, and the bow, then the quarter, then the stacks and last the stern of the marvel ship of a few days before passed beneath the waters. The great force of the ship’s sinking was unaided by any violence of the elements, and the suction, not so great as had been feared, rocked but mildly the group of boats now a quarter of a mile distant from it.Just before the Titanic disappeared from view men and women leaped from the stern. ”
