Went Down Stern First
According to Purser Young, who was on this boat, the ship seemed to go down stern first. As her light disappeared beneath the waves, those in the boat heard heart-rending cries coming from her that told of the awful struggle for life that was going on. They saw no other boats, though a few apparently got away from the steamer, only to be swallowed up in the sea that was running.

Of the nineteen survivors, eight, including the two women, were rescued from a piece of the hurrican deck that floated away when the ship sank.

Thirty-five were on this piece of the deck when it floated away. Seven persons were alive and the body of another was found on it when the fishing schooner came alongside just before noon yesterday. Seven men landed on the island from the captain's boat, three reached shore in a second one, a boy swam ashore from a boat that went down half a mile from the island, and another picked up on a raft some distance out.

Two Improvised Morgues.
Block Island's two life-saving stations, one at Sandy Point and the other at New Shoreham, were turned into morgues and hospitals during the night, and the dead crowded the living. The boatroom floors were lined with the dead, each one frozen as stiff as the boards on which -t rested. In the living and sleeping rooms the suffering survivors rested on cots and beds, racked with the pain of frozen limbs and shuddering with the recollection of the horror of their experiences. Many were denied the merciful unconsciousness of sleep, and throughout the long, dreary night they tossed and cried and sobbed, and the howling wind outside only served to keep fresh in their minds the terrors of the storm through which they had fought their way to the island. It is feared that none of those survivors will remain unscathed. The frost penetrated too deeply to be overcome by medical treatment and the surgeon's knife will be the only salvation of some of the unfortunates. Some will lose fingers, some hands, and it is feared some will be obliged to have limbs amputated.

An enormous crowd had gathered at the Fox Point wharf when the funeral ship was sighted coming up the river late this afternoon. Ambulances from the two hospitals were waiting at the dock for the survivors and several patrol wagons were read to receive the corpses. The police were forced to rope off the pier and allowed only a few to go down to the ship. Waiting at the lines were a crowd of weeping men and women. In the crowd was a group of the members of the Salvation Army. They had come to see if they could find among the bodies any of their comrades who sailed for New York on the ship the night before last. They seemed overcome with grief. None of the bodies were in coffins. As soon as they had been placed in coffins they were hurried to Monahan's morgue.

Ice Covered All Bodies.
All of the bodies were frozen stiff and incrusted with ice. In many cases the arms were raised as if the ice had incased them while they were in the very act of fighting the fate that was in store for them. Of the bodies which had been recovered when the Kentucky left, only five were women. There were no children, though there were some aboard the vessel.

It took some time to prepare the bodies, and the work of identification at the morgue did not begin until late this evening.

Providence had been filled all day with relatives of the missing ones The reason for the delay in the Kentucky reaching here was due to the difficulty in getting the survivors and the bodies on board of her at the island. She could not get very near the shore owing to the ice, and consequently the bodies had to be taken out to her in small boats, as did the survivors. They had been landed fie miles from where the boat lay and had to brought the five miles in wagons.

Refuses to Go on Ship.
Sadie Galup, who lives in Boston, refused to allow herself to be taken aboard the Kentucky, though she was urged to do so in order that she could get proper treatment at a hospital here. She is threatened with pneumonia, and is also frost-bitten. She is almost crazed from her experiences and at the idea of going on another boat she became delirous [sic].

The experiences of Miss Galup and those on the part of the hurricane deck that floated off when the ship went down were related by Mrs. Harris Feldman, the other woman on this makeshift raft, who was saved with her husband, both being from New York, and by David Fox, of Bridgeton, N. J.

The Feldmans were in a stateroom on the saloon deck when the crash came and fought their way upstairs to the hurricane deck where the boats were. Feldman put his wife in a boat, but many had crowded into this boat and he found he could not get aboard himself. He is a big man and an old Black Sea sailor. Seeing that he and his wife were liable to be separated, he pulled her out of the boat just as the ship began to settle and the water had risen to the deck. They grabbed on to the deck and suddenly there was a grinding noise and they found themselves floating on an improvised raft made up of about half the deck.

Three Rescued; One Dies
Two women and a man were found in the water a minute later clinging to the raft. They were hauled aboard, but died almost immediately. Their bodies froze at once and were washed overboard. One after another the others on the craft gave up the fight for life in the cold and died, an? The swirling seas quickly took their bodies overboard.

If it had not been for Feldman, the two women would have died. "All night long," said Mr. Feldman, "my husband kept beating the other woman and myself to keep the life in our bodies. The he would seize us and make us walk up and down holding on to him. There was never a moment that he gave it up. Most of the others were stiff and sat down to die, but my husband would not give it up. He told me that I must keep alive. Miss Galup could not keep walking, and finally fell down and lay between two dead men on the raft. We could not get her up, but my husband kept beating her all over her body. The waves swept over us constantly, and we were covered with ice. Some of the people prayed. We could see the lights all the time, but not a single boat. We shouted, but there was no answer. All we could do was to pray. Finally, when we had almost given it up, we saw the fishing boat and knew that we were safe."

When taken aboard the fishing boat, the clothes of the women were frozen to their bodies, but Feldman, the Black Sea sailor, had kept the blood moving in them and had saved their lives.

He Prayed on Raft.
David Fox, of Bridgeton, J. J., worked with Feldman through the night in this heroic task. He is a big man, too. He was on his way home from attending a Bible conference. His stateroom was stove in by the schooner. He was the man who gave up the fight to get up the stairs and with the water rushing to the cabin, through a hole that was as big as a hogshead, he says he managed to crawl through a porthole to the deck. Fox said that through the night he kept walking on the little raft and helped some of the weaker ones to do likewise. He prayed out loud that help might come, and he tried to keep the courage of the others up. Those rescued from this raft said they owed to lives to the Black Sea sailor and the Bible student.

An experience almost as harrowing as that of the little company on this raft was that of sixteen-year-old Fred Heigersell, the only boy that was saved. He had run away from home, he said. He reached the hurricane deck and got into a boat with four other men. They did not get the boat free from the Larchmont until she went down. Then all five in the boat tried to row, but they had little success. Still they kept her headed for the lights on the island.

Boy Swam to Shore.

Just before they reached the island a wave upset the boat. Hiegersell started to swim to the lighthouse. He says he looked around and the four had disappeared. He says he swam for fifteen minutes and finally his feet struck bottom. He saw a light in a house, and he had just strength enough to tap on the window. The people in the house heard it and found him unconscious under the window.

The most complete story of the wreck is told by Purser Young. He said he was in his office when the two ships together. He rushed out in the cabin to find what was the matter and was almost blinded at once by the steam.

"I met the steward." Said Young, 'and he told me that the steam pipe had burst. The people were pouring out into the cabin in their night clothes. I shouted for every one to get up to the hurricane deck where the boats were. I could hear others of the crew shouting the same orders.

Every Man at His Post.
"When I reached that deck I saw members of the crew at the different boats. I am positive that every man was at his proper station and that they did everything they could to care for the passengers.

"My place under the rules was in the captain's boat, which was up near the bow. I found the captain directing the launching of this boat. Nearly all of the passengers seemed to be at the stern. There were only four boats there. The ship was going down fast. Our boat would have held ten persons. We got seven in her. The reason why only two of these were passengers was because there were no passengers where we were. We took all that were near us and tried to get back for more, but there was not any time left. The steamer had eight life boats and four rafts. I don't think these were enought [sic] for the people, but I'm not certain of that.

"It was about six minutes after we launched our boat that the Larchmont sank. She seemed to settle by the stern. We saw the light disappear as she went down and heard cries from the ship. Then we looked around for other boats. Several times we thought we saw a boat and rowed toward it, but each time it turned out to be a wave. It was trying to row against Niagara [sic]. We drifted to the island.

Defends Capt. McVey
"Capt. McVay did all a man could have done, I think, for his passengers, and stayed on the ship as long as was possible."

The two passengers that were in the captain's boat seemed to have been the only ones who were saved with any of the crew. The other survivors do not know what the crew did, except to tell them to get on the hurricane deck. From the fact that most of the crew are missing and undoubtedly dead, it is believed that they did attempt to rescue passengers and get the boats launched; but if they did so, those that they tried to save appear to have died with them.

The twenty-two additional bodies that were taken to Block Island after the Kentucky left were found by four fishing vessels. They arrived at the island with their flags at half mast, denoting they had dead aboard. Most of the bodies has been found floating north of the island.

Life preservers were found strapped to some of these bodies. These are the first prson [sic] to be found with any life preservers, but apparently very few stopped to put them on in their rush to reach the upper deck. The bodies brought in this afternoon were like cakes of ice. Some of the dead had their hands in the pockets of their coats.

Her Hands Frozen to Ears.
One woman was found with her hands up to her ears. She had frozen stiff in that position. The fishermen reported that the sound was strewn with the wreckage from the steamer.

Antonio Riezukiewitz, of Central Falls, R. I., entered a life boat with eight other passengers, all men. The boat had scarcely touched the water when it turned partially over, throwing all the occupants into the water. All but Riezukiewitz seemed to have been frozen to death almost as soon as they were immersed, for he was unable to find a trace of them when he came to the surface.

Riezukiewitz swam to the boat and climbed in. He said he did not remember how he was saved. He fell out of the boat twice, but each time clambered back. Finally he dropped into the water in the bottom of the boat and lost consciousness. When he awoke he was at Block Island. He is not partly insane as a result of his experience. During the trip from Block Island he created a scene by charging the officers of the steamer with an attempt to starve his to death. He was removed to the East Side Hospital, Providence, in a critical condition.

The Washington Post, Washington, DC 14 Feb 1907