STORY OF BANDSMAN GREEN
The satisfaction of Bandsman Green of the Salvation Army in finding himself alive and without a scratch was darkly clouded by the loss of his father, Adjutant Green, his mother and his sister Jessie.
“It was not a great blow we felt,” he volunteered. “Just a little jar. You could not say that it was severe, not enough to throw you against the side of your bunk, for instance. But we guessed when the engines stopped and then began to go again fast, that something had happened. I tell you that to get out was like climbing up a straight wall, the Empress listed so.
“And then, when she sank, I could think of nothing but a village suddenly flooded and all the people floating in the water. It was awful to see those faces bobbing up and down with the ship gone underneath and only water.
“But a wonderful thing happened. You know it is not light at that time in the morning and when we were thrown out it was quite dark. But all of a sudden it got light very quickly and we could see well. That was wonderful!”—the voice softened into reverence—“like Providence, as I don’t believe it usually gets light as early.