The Warning Gong Had Sent All But Crew And Passengers Ashore, Though
Our Ship Did Not Leave The Dock. Her Great Bulk Still Lay Along The
Piling, Though The Gangway Was Withdrawn. The Small Groups On The
Pier Waited Tensely For The Last Words With Those Departing. These
Passengers Were Inwardly Bored With The Prolonged Farewells, And
Wanted To Be Free To Observe Their Fellow-Voyagers And The Movement
Of The Ship. They Conversed In Shouts With Those Ashore, But Most Of
The Meanings Were Lost In The Noise Of The Shuffling Of Baggage And
Freight, The Whistling Of Ferries,
