Destiny's Voyage

Robert "Bob" Love

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History tells the story in print and film of the greatest sea disaster of a dynamic luxury liner, the RMS Titanic, but history has omitted this story of the other greatest loss of the RMS Titanic's ancestor of the White Star Line. the SS Atlantic. Although the passenger compliment was less the percentage of loss was greater than the Titanic and equally horrific. You will take a journey about the first of the White Star Line's luxury, steel hull steamships which still carried her sails. Why did the Atlantic divert her voyage to New York to sail to Halifax, leading her to crash on Nova Scotia's granite shore. This story tells of the Destiny of not only the ship herself but of her passengers who made fatal decisions to be on board. Like the RMS Titanic the SS Atlantic carried eleven multi-millionaires, leaders of industry, Learn why Mrs. Rowden insisted on leaving the ship in Queenstown, Ireland where 160 Irish citizens boarded for the new America dream, and the carpet baggers revolt. The loss of all women and children except young John Hindley. The heroism of the Anglican Priest, Reverend Ancient. This journey will make you reflect upon your own path to Destiny. It is not just about a shipwreck but the web creating the destiny of a mighty ocean liner and over one thousand souls in her care. The SS Atlantic the ancestor of the RMS Titanic

Sujets

• Maritime History
• Boats
• Transportation
• HISTORY
• Histoire
• Canadá
• Piracy
• Boat
• Canada
• Provincial
• NL
• NS

Informations

• Publié par: Outskirts Press
• Date de parution: 13 juin 2023
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781977265609
• Langue: English

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Destiny’s Voyage SS Atlantic, Titanic of 1873 All Rights Reserved. Copyright © 2023 Bob Love v3.0
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T ABLE OF C ONTENTS
Acknowledgement
Dedication
In Memory
Foreword
Introduction
Destiny Begins
Birmingham
New Horizons
Liverpool
The First Night
Queenstown
New York Bound
Fatal Decision
Breakers, Breakers
Survival
It is Simply His Duty to Do
The Journalists
Halifax Inquiry
The Testimony
The Passengers
Ship’s Officers
Quartermasters and Lookouts
The Ship’s Engineers
The Expert Witnesses
The Last Day
The Judgment
The British Board of Trade Hearing
First Day
Second Day
Third Day
Fourth Day
The Brown v Board of Trade
Fifth Day
Sixth Day
Seventh Day
Eighth Day
Ninth Day
Tenth Day
Eleventh Day
Twelfth Day
Thirteenth Day
Joint Report on the Coal Supply
Epitome of Evidence as to Coal Supplies
Destiny Fulfilled
Epilogue
About The Author
A CKNOWLEDGEMENT
Acknowledgment should express the writer’s recognition of the here and today. To the living and at least the recent past, for moral aid, consulting, research help, and the myriad of efforts leading to developing a work. The major research of this book occurred between 1977 and 1984. It was a dry spell until 2002 when, thanks to the advances of the computer age and Internet, it was possible to detect sources of information in dozens of quarters.
Two resources played the major role in finding the basic material and documents, so it is with great appreciation I say thank you to two people who are retired and, may God grant, they are still enjoying a full and enjoyable life today.
Sandra Haycock, Archivist, Public Archives of Nova Scotia, succeeded B. C Cuthbertson, whom I had corresponded with in 1978 about their records. Sandra provided a wealth of information. She provided excerpts from the various newspapers of 1873 containing the wreck and illustrated drawings of the scenes. Her efforts provide the insight of the souls lost in this tragedy.
In 1978 Miss G.L. Beech, researcher, British Board of Trade Marine Department, Public Record Office, Kew, Richmond, Surrey, England, located what would become the integral source of the official history of the Atlantic’s loss. These records included the complete Board of Trade hearing transcripts from both the Halifax and Liverpool inquiries, along with evidentiary documents.
Enormous gratitude is extended to those courteous and helpful souls during the period of 1978 to 1984, who provided their unselfish cooperation. The one appreciated factor in researching is those to whom you impose on for material do not ignore you if they cannot help.

B.H. Banfield, FLA, FRSA, MBIM, Librarian, City of Birmingham, England
Harry J. Ullock, CST, Royal Canadian Mounted Police, a diver who visited the wreck site.
Nancy Lind, New York Times
D. Houghton, Lloyds Register of Shipping, notes on the Mary Celeste and Atlantic.
Dave Strong, Toplis and Harding Loss Adjusters, Dartmouth, Nova Scotia.
Dave Clements, Toplis and Harding Loss Adjusters, London England.

I want to thank those who assisted me during my visits to research libraries and museums, the National Maritime Museum, Greenwich, England, Lewis and Clark State College, Lewiston, Idaho, and Underwriters at Lloyds of London, England.
The last and vital contemporary necessity is the many Internet web sites providing so much of our world’s history today. A great deal of insight is being gained into the 19 th century period, the history of villages, cities, noted people and events, as well as developing the connection to the RMS Titanic and the predestination theory.
The acknowledgement would not be complete without thanking the friends and relatives who helped complete the book. I don’t know if it will be close to what they expected. Without their support, Destiny’s Voyage could not have been written.
D EDICATION
To Mom It may have taken 30 years, but it has been your spirit that is the soul of this story. Together again, may you and Dad rest in Peace

To Bev To the love of my life whose strength and devotion steered my course in life. Through your strength and vision, you gave this book its title. I miss you; you are in God’s hands. Rest in peace.
I N M EMORY
To the men, women, and children whose souls rest with the SS Atlantic . Reverend Ancient conducts burial service at Sandy Cove

Located at Terrence Bay, Nova Scotia, the SS Atlantic Memorial Museum and Park Society care for this sacred site

Sandy Cove Site Today
F OREWORD
This is a true story, true as I can make it with the resources available to me where I have rested the past 121 years. During recent years, the sanctity of my home was invaded by a strange object, a light that I had never witnessed in these depths of the Atlantic Ocean.
I was comfortable, secure, believing that what I could not do in my celebrated life, as the new Queen of the high seas, I could now do for those souls who were entrusted into my custody. Provide them with a sacred tomb where they would never be disturbed, enjoying eternity in peace.
Wandering the ocean’s dark depths experiencing the unique lessons learned from their fellow souls who, over centuries, have gone down in the black waters of the North Atlantic. Theirs is the opportunity to meet the souls of adventurers who surrendered their array of craft crossing the seas in search of new lands to the west. Those who were successful discovered the shores of Iceland, Greenland, and ultimately North America.
The sea itself is a unique community of souls. Both good and bad in their mortal life, here they are all equal. They contribute to the history of the world. Here you meet those who were warriors of hundreds of battles, catastrophic wartime losses because of submarine attacks in modern wars, which were after my time, so my vantage point for them was from the position of indoctrinating those lost souls into a long-standing fraternal community.
Oh, yes, before we get too far, I should introduce myself. I joined the course of world history, specifically the Atlantic Sea trade, when I was driven into a large iceberg, ripping a monstrous gash in the skin of my steel hull on the frigid night of April 14, 1912.
Yes, I am the RMS Titanic. Why am I contributing to this story? There are already tons of papers containing millions of words, motion pictures and a thing called the Internet full of something called sites, to tell my story. I have already been immortalized; I have been a part of that history that failed humankind.
One of those claims to fame was causing the death and destruction of hundreds of families instead of becoming famous for the original expectations of my voyage, to be the largest, most luxurious passenger liner to travel the high seas. I was a proud ship, in full regalia and with a celebrated bon voyage from England, intending to arrive at New York in the United States with as much fanfare. Some of the most powerful celebrities and economic leaders were with me.
It was a time of extreme pride, as a ship commanded by the well-respected, silver haired, Captain Edward Smith, who intended to retire following this historic voyage for the White Star Line and its owners, of whom Bruce Ismay was the President.
Captain Smith got his retirement and his place in history but not in a country cottage in England or perhaps the United States but with me here among those souls who he chose to go down with as I slipped beneath the foaming sea and settled to the ocean floor far below.
The captain ate his last meal with the man for whom he served, Bruce Ismay, who chose not to go down with his ship, abandoning her, his captain and those in our care to take a seat in a lifeboat that was ordered for women and children first. There were not enough boats to hold everyone on board, so many who could have been saved drowned in the icy waters or remained on my decks as we slid downward beneath the blanket of the sea’s icy surface.
Ismay was criticized in the years to follow. The White Star Board of Directors would exonerate him, but he eventually resigned his post and, in the eyes of many, lived with the disgrace of his actions.
Ismay had his defenders who said, had he not taken an open seat in a boat, he would have just been another victim. However, that did not satisfy many of the survivors or his maritime peers.
In looking back at the history in the White Star Line and visualizing the linkage between myself, the RMS Titanic, and another gruesomely tragic disaster 39 years before on April 1, 1873, 250 miles from my resting place, perhaps we can find some understanding in the destiny that plays such a predictable role in our lives.
Of course, we would no longer have the mystery of life. We would all be so paranoid that people would never get out of bed fearing the sky would drop on them. The mortal being is created so only hindsight of the living sees the chain of events in another soul’s fate, but we never see our own.
On that windy cold April Fool’s Day of 1873, on the rocky granite coast of Nova Scotia, the ancestor of my ships company, the SS Atlantic, crashed violently on the rocks, ripping open her hull