As we entered the boat, my husband, sister and me walked through the bottom deck and went up to the third. We could not find a seat so we went in the cabin and had no sooner got in when we heard a crash of bottles downstairs and the boat was tipping.
...It was such a pitiful sight....
But I thought it might be just because it was starting out and as we were looking down at that we were all holding on a railing and the railing broke and they shouted all go to the other side. Thereís too many here, but we didnít get no chance and we fell on top of each other.
Then we were scattered, I didnít know any more and we were in the water. I didnít know where my husband and Mabel were, but I went down and came up again and clung on to something, which was the ceiling of the cabin. Down there I seen my husband and Mabel. We were now close together Ė my husband was calling us to stay where we were and not to let lose, but each thing we got hold of broke.
Mabel grabbed a life saver, which was floating in the water. As she was floating, she called for me to take one. I tried but they were so tight I couldnít. I was standing there asking to be saved. When I looked above me I seen a girl climbing up the ceiling of the cabin which we were hanging on, and I thought I could do that too, so I tried and I got high enough for a man to reach my hand to pull me out but I thought he would drop me alone, so I asked if he couldnít get another man too and he did so I was saved.
When I was on land my sister and husband were still down there but my sister seen how I got saved and did the same as I so she was saved. Then we two clung together, our teeth chattering calling for my husband which didnít come out for about 10 minutes after us. He had saved a lady with a baby and a lady and man but the thing he was standing on broke so he went down again, and swam to where we had been saved and a fireman pulled him up.
Then he came through the crowd and found us and called that he was saved. It was such a pitiful sight. He took each of us in his arms and walked down Clark Street when I meet some friends who were looking for each other, we went in the Sherman House and there the manager got a taxi and we sped home soaking wet. I lost my coat, hat, camera, and my clothes were ruined. And my father had been down there thinking we were surely one of the dead but came home to find us three alive. Full story as reported in the local newspaper.
The above is the personal, handwritten account of Jenny (Mrs. James) Peterson
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