climbed we—and our tale was told.
And the dainty folk from her staterooms lis-
tened and gazed and said,
As they tiptoed across our dripping trail,
“How awful!”—then went to bed.
And our half-score left, of all bereft—com-
rades and gear and smack—
Sat hoping our wreck would tell no tales till
our scattered few came back.
And haughtily unrepentant, the liner, insolent