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Titanic
If
you
enter
Belfast
Harbour
early
in
the
morning
on
the
mail
steamer
from
Fleetwood
you
will
see
far
ahead
of
you
a
smudge
of
smoke
.
At
first
it
is
nothing
but
the
apex
of
a
great
triangle
formed
by
the
heights
on
one
side
,
the
green
wooded
shores
on
the
other
,
and
the
horizon
astern
.
As
you
go
on
the
triangle
becomes
narrower
,
the
blue
waters
smoother
,
and
the
ship
glides
on
in
a
triangle
of
her
own
a
triangle
of
white
foam
that
is
parallel
to
the
green
triangle
of
the
shore
.
Behind
you
the
Copeland
Lighthouse
keeps
guard
over
the
sunrise
and
the
tumbling
surges
of
the
Channel
,
before
you
is
the
cloud
of
smoke
that
joins
the
narrowing
shores
like
a
gray
canopy
;
and
there
is
no
sound
but
the
rush
of
foam
past
the
ship
's
side
.
You
seem
to
be
making
straight
for
a
gray
mud
flat
;
but
as
you
approach
you
see
a
narrow
lane
of
water
opening
in
the
mud
and
shingle
.
Two
low
banks
,
like
the
banks
of
a
canal
,
thrust
out
their
ends
into
the
waters
of
the
lough
;
and
presently
,
her
speed
reduced
to
dead
slow
,
the
ship
enters
between
these
low
mud
banks
,
which
are
called
the
Twin
Islands
.
So
narrow
is
the
lane
that
as
she
enters
the
water
rises
on
the
shingle
banks
and
flows
in
waves
on
either
side
of
her
like
two
gray
horses
with
white
manes
that
canter
slowly
along
,
a
solemn
escort
,
until
the
channel
between
the
islands
is
passed
.
Day
and
night
,
winter
and
summer
,
these
two
gray
horses
are
always
waiting
;
no
ship
ever
surprises
them
asleep
;
no
ship
enters
but
they
rise
up
and
shake
their
manes
and
accompany
her
with
their
flowing
,
cantering
motion
along
the
confines
of
their
territory
.
And
when
you
have
passed
the
gates
that
they
guard
you
are
in
Belfast
Harbour
,
in
still
and
muddy
water
that
smells
of
the
land
and
not
of
the
sea
;
for
you
seem
already
to
be
far
from
the
things
of
the
sea
.
As
you
have
entered
the
narrow
channel
a
new
sound
,
also
far
different
from
the
liquid
sounds
of
the
sea
,
falls
on
your
ear
;
at
first
a
low
sonorous
murmuring
like
the
sound
of
bees
in
a
giant
hive
,
that
rises
to
a
ringing
continuous
music
the
multitudinous
clamour
of
thousands
of
blows
of
metal
on
metal
.
And
turning
to
look
whence
the
sound
arises
you
seem
indeed
to
have
left
the
last
of
the
things
of
the
sea
behind
you
;
for
on
your
left
,
on
the
flattest
of
the
mud
flats
,
arises
a
veritable
forest
of
iron
;
a
leafless
forest
,
of
thousands
upon
thousands
of
bare
rusty
trunks
and
branches
that
tower
higher
than
any
forest
trees
in
our
land
,
and
look
like
the
ruins
of
some
giant
grove
submerged
by
the
sea
in
the
brown
autumn
of
its
life
,
stripped
of
its
leaves
and
laid
bare
again
,
the
dead
and
rusty
remnants
of
a
forest
.
There
is
nothing
with
any
broad
or
continuous
surface
only
thousands
and
thousands
of
iron
branches
with
the
gray
sky
and
the
smoke
showing
through
them
everywhere
,
giant
cobwebs
hanging
between
earth
and
the
sky
,
intricate
,
meaningless
networks
of
trunks
and
branches
and
sticks
and
twigs
of
iron
.
But
as
you
glide
nearer
still
you
see
that
the
forest
is
not
lifeless
,
nor
its
branches
deserted
.
From
the
bottom
to
the
topmost
boughs
it
is
crowded
with
a
life
that
at
first
seems
like
that
of
mites
in
the
interstices
of
some
rotting
fabric
,
and
then
like
birds
crowding
the
branches
of
the
leafless
forest
,
and
finally
appears
as
a
multitude
of
pigmy
men
swarming
and
toiling
amid
the
skeleton
iron
structures
that
are
as
vast
as
cathedrals
and
seem
as
frail
as
gossamer
.
It
is
from
them
that
the
clamour
arises
,
the
clamour
that
seemed
so
gentle
and
musical
a
mile
away
,
and
that
now
,
as
you
come
closer
,
grows
strident
and
deafening
.
Of
all
the
sounds
produced
by
man
's
labour
in
the
world
this
sound
of
a
great
shipbuilding
yard
is
the
most
painful
.
Only
the
harshest
materials
and
the
harshest
actions
are
engaged
in
producing
it
:
iron
struck
upon
iron
,
or
steel
smitten
upon
steel
,
or
steel
upon
iron
,
or
iron
upon
steel
that
and
nothing
else
,
day
in
,
day
out
,
year
in
and
year
out
,
a
million
times
a
minute
.
It
is
an
endless
,
continuous
birth-agony
,
that
should
herald
the
appearance
of
some
giant
soul
.
And
great
indeed
should
be
the
overture
to
such
an
agony
;
for
it
is
here
that
of
fire
and
steel
,
and
the
sweat
and
pain
of
millions
of
hours
of
strong
men
's
labour
,
were
born
those
two
giant
children
that
were
destined
by
man
finally
to
conquer
the
sea
.
In
this
awful
womb
the
Titanic
took
shape
.
For
months
and
months
in
that
monstrous
iron
enclosure
there
was
nothing
that
had
the
faintest
likeness
to
a
ship
;
only
something
that
might
have
been
the
iron
scaffolding
for
the
naves
of
half-a-dozen
cathedrals
laid
end
to
end
.
Far
away
,
furnaces
were
smelting
thousands
and
thousands
of
tons
of
raw
material
that
finally
came
to
this
place
in
the
form
of
great
girders
and
vast
lumps
of
metal
,
huge
framings
,
hundreds
of
miles
of
stays
and
rods
and
straps
of
steel
,
thousands
of
plates
,
not
one
of
which
twenty
men
could
lift
unaided
;
millions
of
rivets
and
bolts
all
the
heaviest
and
most
sinkable
things
in
the
world
.
And
still
nothing
in
the
shape
of
a
ship
that
could
float
upon
the
sea
.
The
seasons
followed
each
other
,
the
sun
rose
now
behind
the
heights
of
Carrickfergus
and
now
behind
the
Copeland
Islands
;
daily
the
ships
came
in
from
fighting
with
the
boisterous
seas
,
and
the
two
gray
horses
cantered
beside
them
as
they
slid
between
the
islands
;
daily
the
endless
uproar
went
on
,
and
the
tangle
of
metal
beneath
the
cathedral
scaffolding
grew
denser
.
A
great
road
of
steel
,
nearly
a
quarter
of
a
mile
long
,
was
laid
at
last
a
road
so
heavy
and
so
enduring
that
it
might
have
been
built
for
the
triumphal
progress
of
some
giant
railway
train
.
Men
said
that
this
roadway
was
the
keel
of
a
ship
;
but
you
could
not
look
at
it
and
believe
them
.
The
scaffolding
grew
higher
;
and
as
it
grew
the
iron
branches
multiplied
and
grew
with
it
,
higher
and
higher
towards
the
sky
,
until
it
seemed
as
though
man
were
rearing
a
temple
which
would
express
all
he
knew
of
grandeur
and
sublimity
,
and
all
he
knew
of
solidity
and
permanence
something
that
should
endure
there
,
rooted
to
the
soil
of
Queen
's
Island
for
ever
.
The
uproar
and
the
agony
increased
.
In
quiet
studios
and
offices
clear
brains
were
busy
with
drawings
and
calculations
and
subtle
elaborate
mathematical
processes
,
sifting
and
applying
the
tabulated
results
of
years
of
experience
.
The
drawings
came
in
time
to
the
place
of
uproar
;
were
magnified
and
subdivided
and
taken
into
grimy
workshops
;
and
steam-hammers
and
steam-saws
smote
and
ripped
at
the
brute
metal
,
to
shape
it
in
accordance
with
the
shapes
on
the
paper
.
And
still
the
ships
,
big
and
little
,
came
nosing
in
from
the
high
seas
little
dusty
colliers
from
the
Tyne
,
and
battered
schooners
from
the
coast
,
and
timber
ships
from
the
Baltic
,
and
trim
mail
steamers
,
and
giants
of
the
ocean
creeping
in
wounded
for
succour
all
solemnly
received
by
the
twin
gray
horses
and
escorted
to
their
stations
in
the
harbour
.
But
the
greatest
giant
of
all
that
came
in
,
which
dwarfed
everything
else
visible
to
the
eye
,
was
itself
dwarfed
to
insignificance
by
the
great
cathedral
building
on
the
island
.
