|At the wreck of the Quetta the engineers went down with the vessel. Some of the saved speak of the rush of steam as the vessel sank, and it is supposed that the engineers remained at their post to open the valves and prevent explosion.|
ON THE moonlighted decks there are children at play,
While smoothly the steamer is holding her way;
And the old folks are chatting on deck-seats and chairs,
And the lads and the lassies go strolling in pairs.
Some gaze half-entranced on the beautiful sea,
But down underneath, ’mid the coal dust that smears
The sailor may gaze on the sea and the sky;
They are thrown from their feet by the force of a shock;
No thought of their danger! No mad rush on deck!