"The boat being lowered from the other end, filled and was useless. Now came the trying moment. Hundreds leaped from the burning wreck into the waters. Mothers were seen standing on the guards with hair dishevelled, praying for help. The dear little innocents clung to the side of their mothers and with their tiny hands beat away the burning flames. Sisters calling out to their brothers in unearthly voices--`Save me, oh save me, brother!'--wives crying to their husbands to save their children, in total forgetfulness of themselves,--every second or two a desperate plunge of some poor victim falling on the appalled ear,--the dashing to and fro of the horses on the forecastle, groaning audibly from pain of the devouring element--the continued puffing of the engine, for it still continued to go
