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The
seasons
passed
;
the
creatures
who
wrought
and
clambered
among
the
iron
branches
,
and
sang
their
endless
song
of
labour
there
,
felt
the
steel
chill
beneath
the
frosts
of
winter
,
and
burning
hot
beneath
the
sun
's
rays
in
summer
,
until
at
last
the
skeleton
within
the
scaffolding
began
to
take
a
shape
,
at
the
sight
of
which
men
held
their
breaths
.
It
was
the
shape
of
a
ship
,
a
ship
so
monstrous
and
unthinkable
that
it
towered
high
over
the
buildings
and
dwarfed
the
very
mountains
beside
the
water
.
It
seemed
like
some
impious
blasphemy
that
man
should
fashion
this
most
monstrous
and
ponderable
of
all
his
creations
into
the
likeness
of
a
thing
that
could
float
upon
the
yielding
waters
.
And
still
the
arms
swung
and
the
hammers
rang
,
the
thunder
and
din
continued
,
and
the
gray
horses
shook
their
manes
and
cantered
along
beneath
the
shadow
,
and
led
the
little
ships
in
from
the
sea
and
out
again
as
though
no
miracle
were
about
to
happen
.
A
little
more
than
its
own
length
of
water
lay
between
the
iron
forest
and
the
opposite
shore
,
in
which
to
loose
this
tremendous
structure
from
its
foundations
and
slide
it
into
the
sea
.
The
thought
that
it
should
ever
be
moved
from
its
place
,
except
by
an
earthquake
,
was
a
thought
that
the
mind
could
not
conceive
,
nor
could
anyone
looking
at
it
accept
the
possibility
that
by
any
method
this
vast
tonnage
of
metal
could
be
borne
upon
the
surface
of
the
waters
.
Yet
,
like
an
evil
dream
,
as
it
took
the
shape
of
a
giant
ship
,
all
the
properties
of
a
ship
began
to
appear
and
increase
in
hideous
exaggeration
.
A
rudder
as
big
as
a
giant
elm
tree
,
bosses
and
bearings
of
propellers
the
size
of
a
windmill
everything
was
on
a
nightmare
scale
;
and
underneath
the
iron
foundations
of
the
cathedral
floor
men
were
laying
on
concrete
beds
pavements
of
oak
and
great
cradles
of
timber
and
iron
,
and
sliding
ways
of
pitch
pine
to
support
the
bulk
of
the
monster
when
she
was
moved
,
every
square
inch
of
the
pavement
surface
bearing
a
weight
of
more
than
two
tons
.
Twenty
tons
of
tallow
were
spread
upon
the
ways
,
and
hydraulic
rams
and
triggers
built
and
fixed
against
the
bulk
of
the
ship
so
that
,
when
the
moment
came
,
the
waters
she
was
to
conquer
should
thrust
her
finally
from
earth
.
And
the
time
did
come
.
The
branching
forest
became
clothed
and
thick
with
leaves
of
steel
.
Within
the
scaffoldings
now
towered
the
walls
of
the
cathedral
,
and
what
had
been
a
network
of
girders
and
cantilevers
and
gantries
and
bridges
became
a
building
with
floors
,
a
ship
with
decks
.
The
skeleton
ribs
became
covered
with
skins
of
wood
,
the
metal
decks
clothed
with
planks
smooth
as
a
ball-room
floor
.
What
had
been
a
building
of
iron
became
a
town
,
with
miles
of
streets
and
hundreds
of
separate
houses
and
buildings
in
it
.
The
streets
were
laid
out
;
the
houses
were
decorated
and
furnished
with
luxuries
such
as
no
palace
ever
knew
.
And
then
,
while
men
held
their
breath
,
the
whole
thing
moved
,
moved
bodily
,
obedient
to
the
tap
of
the
imprisoned
waters
in
the
ram
.
There
was
no
christening
ceremony
such
as
celebrates
the
launching
of
lesser
ships
.
Only
the
waters
themselves
dared
to
give
the
impulse
that
should
set
this
monster
afloat
.
The
waters
touched
the
cradle
,
and
the
cradle
moved
on
the
ways
,
carrying
the
ship
down
towards
the
waters
And
when
the
cradle
stopped
the
ship
moved
on
;
slowly
at
first
,
then
with
a
movement
that
grew
quicker
until
it
increased
to
the
speed
of
a
fast-trotting
horse
,
touching
the
waters
,
dipping
into
them
,
cleaving
them
,
forcing
them
asunder
in
waves
and
ripples
that
fled
astonished
to
the
surrounding
shores
;
finally
resting
and
floating
upon
them
,
while
thousands
of
the
pigmy
men
who
had
roosted
in
the
bare
iron
branches
,
who
had
raised
the
hideous
clamour
amid
which
the
giant
was
born
,
greeted
their
handiwork
,
dropped
their
tools
,
and
raised
their
hoarse
voices
in
a
cheer
.
The
miracle
had
happened
.
And
the
day
came
when
the
two
gray
horses
were
summoned
to
their
greatest
task
;
when
,
with
necks
proudly
arched
and
their
white
manes
flung
higher
than
ever
,
they
escorted
the
Titanic
between
the
islands
out
to
sea
.
At
noon
on
Wednesday
,
10th
April
1912
,
the
Titanic
started
from
Southampton
on
her
maiden
voyage
.
Small
enough
was
her
experience
of
the
sea
before
that
day
.
Many
hands
had
handled
her
;
many
tugs
had
fussed
about
her
,
pulling
and
pushing
her
this
way
and
that
as
she
was
manoeuvred
in
the
waters
of
Belfast
Lough
and
taken
out
to
the
entrance
to
smell
the
sea
.
There
she
had
been
swung
and
her
compasses
adjusted
.
Three
or
four
hours
had
sufficed
for
her
trial
trip
,
and
she
had
first
felt
her
own
power
in
the
Irish
Sea
,
when
all
her
new
machinery
working
together
,
at
first
with
a
certain
reserve
and
diffidence
,
had
tested
and
tried
its
various
functions
,
and
she
had
come
down
through
St.
George
's
Channel
and
round
by
the
Lizard
,
and
past
the
Eddystone
and
up
the
Solent
to
Southampton
Water
,
feeling
a
little
hustled
and
strange
,
no
doubt
,
but
finding
this
business
of
ploughing
the
seas
surprisingly
easy
after
all
.
And
now
,
on
the
day
of
sailing
,
amid
the
cheers
of
a
crowd
unusually
vast
even
for
Southampton
Docks
,
the
largest
ship
in
the
world
slid
away
from
the
deep-water
jetty
to
begin
her
sea
life
in
earnest
.
In
the
first
few
minutes
her
giant
powers
made
themselves
felt
.
As
she
was
slowly
gathering
way
she
passed
the
liner
New
York
,
another
ocean
monarch
,
which
was
lying
like
a
rock
moored
by
seven
great
hawsers
of
iron
and
steel
.
As
the
Titanic
passed
,
some
mysterious
compelling
influence
of
the
water
displaced
by
her
vast
bulk
drew
the
New
York
towards
her
;
snapped
one
by
one
the
great
steel
hawsers
and
pulled
the
liner
from
the
quayside
as
though
she
had
been
a
cork
.
