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435 pages, Paperback
First published July 18, 2012
BACK IN THE CHAOS of the broken boat, a young girl felt the hand of another--a boy's hand--in the darkness. He pulled her up, and they held on to the gangplank boom for what seemed like forever. At least they were safe, she thought. "I'm going to marry you some day," she said, rewarding the young man's heroism.Carl ended up marrying someone else, and if you are a personal acquaintance of mine you probably know his son, Clyde. A more detailed account of his continues on page 154.
Carl Coriell tipped his scout's hat and smiled. (page 94)
"I was sitting at the top deck bench on the port side," Carl told his mother and sister-in-law . . . "We felt a severe thud and within seconds were sliding across the deck into the river."Much of the second half of the book is taken up recounting the investigation and inquest into the causes of the accident. An issue of contention was whether structural modifications that had been made to widen the dance floor by removal of the promenade deck may have contributed to the collapse of the deck.
He went under the water, Carl told them, and nearly lost his Boy Scout hat.
"When I came up, I rescued it and clamped it on my head. The moonlight showed the boat's cables just above my reach, but by buoying myself up I was able to grasp them and pull myself and one of the girls I had been talking to onto the gangplank boom."
They hung on for nearly two hours before being rescued, he explained. "[The girl] said she would reward my heroism by marrying me when we were old enough."
The marriage proposal was soon forgotten, but Carl felt brave enough that night. "My training in scouting," he later recalled, "had taught me to 'keep my cool' in emergencies."