WAITING FOR CARPATHIA
During the afternoon and evening tugboats, motor boats and even sailing craft, had been waiting off the Ambrose Light for the appearance of the Carpathia.
Some of the waiting craft contained friends and anxious relatives of the survivors and those reported as missing.
The sea was rough and choppy, and a strong east wind was blowing. There was a light fog, so that it was possible to see at a distance of only a few hundred yards. This lifted later in the evening.
First to discover the incoming liner with her pitiful cargo was one of the tugboats. From out of the mist there loomed far out at sea the incoming steamer.
RESCUE BOAT SIGHTED
"Liner ahead!" cried the lookout on the tug to the captain.
"She must be the Carpathia," said the captain, and then he turned the nose of his boat toward the spot on t he horizon.
Then the huge black hull and one smokestack could be distinguished.
"It's the Carpathia," said the captain. "I can tell her by the stack."