The new S. S. Hamburg, steaming toward Manhattan last week, sighted a giant iceberg as she passed below the Newfoundland Banks. It was a day of brilliant sunshine and the 100-foot peak of glistening ice flashed green, white and pale blue against the white-veined cobalt of the deep ocean. Striding his bridge, Commodore Thomas Kier of the Hamburg-American fleet paused to reflect that it was one of the most magnificent marine spectacles that he could remember in his long years at sea.
An agitated woman rushed up on the bridge. "Captain Kier!" she...
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