"Seventy-five thousand tons - dead-weight - rushing through the fog at the rate of fifty feet per second, had hurled itself at an iceberg. [...] She rose out of the sea, higher and higher - until the propellers in the stern were half exposed. [...] The holding-down bolts of twelve boilers and three triple-expansion engines, unintended to hold such weights from a perpendicular flooring, snapped, and down through a maze of ladders, gratings and fore-and-after bulkheads came these giant masses of steel and iron, puncturing the sides of the ship [...] the roar of escaping steam, and the bee-like buzzing of nearly three thousand human voices, raised in agonized screams and callings. [...] A solid, pyramid-like hummock of ice, left to starboard."
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