Титанік

           Onemanhadapocketelectriclamp,whichheflashednowandthen,alittlerayofhopeandguidanceshiningacrossthosedarkandmiserablewaters.Notalloftheboatshadfoodandwateronboard.Manywomenwereonlyintheirnight-clothes,someofthemenineveningdress;everyonewasbitterlycold,although,fortunately,therewasnowindandnosea.

           Thestarspaledinthesky;thedarknessbecamealittlelighter;thegraydaylightbegantocome.Outofthesurroundinggloomawiderandwiderareaofseabecamevisible,withhereandthereaboatdiscernibleonit,andhereandtheresomefragmentsofwreckage.Bythistimetheboatshadrowedawayfromthedreadfulregion,andbutfewfloatingbodieswerevisible.Thewavesroseandfell,smoothasoil,firstgrayincolour,andthen,asthelightincreased,thepuredarkblueofmid-ocean.Theeasternskybegantogrowredunderthecloudbank,andfromredtoorange,andfromorangetogold,thelovelypageantryofanAtlanticdawnbegantounfolditselfbeforetheachingeyesthathadbeengazingonprodigiesandhorrors.Fromoutthatwelloflightintheskycameraysthatpaintedthewave-backsfirstwithrose,andthenwithsaffron,andthenwithpuregold.Andinthefirstflushofthatblessedandcomfortinglightthedraggledandwearysuffererssaw,firstaspeckfartothesouth,thenasmudgeofcloud,andthentheredandblacksmoke-stackofasteamerthatmeantsuccourandsafetyforthem.