–From the diary of Thomas Orde Lees–
“21 November. This evening, as we were all mostly taking it easy and reading, we heard Sir Ernest call out, ‘She’s going!’ We were all out in a second and up on the lookout station and other points of vantage and sure enough, there was our poor ship a mile and a-half away breathing her last.
“She went down bows first, her stern raised up in the air. It gave one a sickening sensation to see it, for mastless and useless as she has been, she yet formed a welcome landmark and has always seemed to link us with civilization. Without her, our destitution seems more emphasized, our isolation more complete.”