The evening times. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1906-1914, 1912-04-26
New York I,ress.l

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Eividly as If he had seen the Ii
tanic sinking, a writer under the pen
name Of Mayn Clew Garnctt de-
scribes the loss of the Admiral. an
sOO-foot liner, after collision with an
Iceberg in the zone where the great
White Star steamship struck and
f%oundered last Sunday night. His
story is published in the first May
number of the Popular magazine.
the time the Titanic was preparing
for her fatal maiden trip. Although
1t differs perhaps in essentials. as we'll
as minor details. from the narrative
OF the real steamships fate, the tic-
ton along general lines parallels
what is thought must have happened
when the biggest ship in the world
went to her grave northeast OF Capo
Race.
In literary circles last night it was
rumored that the author. who made a
trip recently on the Olympic, dreamed
the details of his narrative when re-
turning from abroad and then wove
them into fiction.
Impact With the Iceberg.
Garnett's story, THE White Ghost
of Disaster no doubt differs from
the ale of the Titanic in hat he
paints the captain. Brownson. as too
hcadstrong in hatred OF the second
mate, Smith, to heed the subordinate
officers warning that ice is near
There is nothing in the news even
limiting at friction between the COM
mander of the Titanic and any OF his
staff. Aside from that point of diff
ference. however, the magazine story
seems almost a newspaper descrip-
ton of the latest White Star disaster.
particularly where it tells how the gi-
ant vessel hits the frozen mountain.
That part of tho story follows:
The Admiral started ahead slowly.
II was a giant liner, a ship of 500
feet i'll length. 1t took some mo-
ments TO get Roadway upon that vast
hull. But she started. and in u few
minutes the snoring of the bow wave
told of a tearing speed. She was do
ing ~ IL knots an hour. or nor
tina % miles. the speed of a train
Of ears. .
"Thc understeward came up the
bridge steps with the coffee. Smith
took his cur and drak it greedily. al
most s%avagely. He was much hurt.
His feelings were roughed up to the
limit. Yet he had not even answer
ed the captain back. He took his
place at the bridge II gazed straight
ahead into the gray mist. He saw
nothing. felt nothing, but the pain Of
his insult.
LET him run the ship to hell and
back he said to himself.
There was a puff of colder air
than usual. 4. chill as Of death itself
came floating over the silent ocean.
A man on lookout stood staring
straight into the mist ahead. and then
sang out.
"'Sometling right ahead. sir!.' he
yelled in a voice that carried like the
roar of a gun
"Brownson just seized the lever
shutting the compartments, swung it,
damned it hard over, and screamed.
stop her-stop her-hard over
your wheel-hard over
His voice ended in a vibrating
screech that sounded wild. weird,
uncanny In that awful silence. A
hundred men stopped in their stride
or work. paralyzed at the tones COM
ing from the bridge.
And then came the impact.
Buried Under the Smother.
With q grinding. smashing roar
as of thousands of tons coming to-
sether. the huge liner plunged head
long INTO the iceberg that rose grim
and silent right ahead. towering over
her in spite Of her great height. The
shock was terrific, and the grinding.
laundering crash of falling Ions of
ice. coupled with the rending Of steel
PtaleS ana soId pldnks. MADE chaoS
of all sound.
The Admiral bit in. dug. plowed,
kept on going, going. and the whole
forward part of her almost disap-
peared in the wall of white. A thou
sand tons Of huge flakes slammed
and Slid down her decks. burying her
TO the fore hatch in the smother.
"A thousand tons more crashed,
Slid and plunged DOWN the slopes of
the icy mountain and hurled them
selves into the sea with giant splash
rs, sending torrents of water as high
as the bridge rail. The men who had
been forward We're swept away by
the avalanche. Many never were seen
again. And then. with reversed en-
sines, she finally cams to a dead stop,
with her bows damned lOO feet deer
in the ice wall of the berg.
After that it was panic. All dis
cipiine seemed to end in the shock
and struggle. Brownson howled and
stormed from the bridge. and Smith