Plymouth Hoe, 2

In the town, the church bells began to send out a sweet ringing over the water, and that must have been the first sound from shore to reach the ears of those on deck. We could see them dimly through the glass, leaning over the side and staring at the grey terraces of Plymouth, whence the homely smoke of breakfasts was rising.

Meanwhile, on shore a strange welcome was being prepared. Never was there a reception from which all emotion, all gladness had been more carefully eliminated. Here were 170 men and women saved from death and returning to their families.