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The Story of the Atlantic Telegraph
·
Henry M. Field
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Mr.
Brooking,
the
Chairman
of
the
Executive
Committee
of
the
Atlantic
Telegraph
Company,
then
expressed
the
thanks
which
all
felt
to
the
Lord
Lieutenant
for
his
presence
on
that
occasion.
Then
there
were
loud
calls
for
Mr.
Field.
He
could
only
answer:
"I
have
no
words
to
express
the
feelings
which
fill
my
heart
to-night--it
beats
with
love
and
affection
for
every
man,
woman
and
child
who
hears
me.
I
may
say,
however,
that,
if
ever
at
the
other
side
of
the
waters
now
before
us,
any
one
of
you
shall
present
himself
at
my
door
and
say
that
he
took
hand
or
part,
even
by
an
approving
smile,
in
our
work
here
to-day,
he
shall
have
a
true
American
welcome.
I
cannot
bind
myself
to
more,
and
shall
merely
say:
'What
God
has
joined
together,
let
not
man
put
asunder.'"
Thus
closed
this
most
interesting
scene.
The
Lord
Lieutenant
was
obliged
to
return
at
once
to
the
capital.
He
therefore
left,
and
posted
that
night
to
Killarney,
and
the
next
day
returned
by
special
train
to
Dublin,
leaving
the
ships
to
complete
the
work
so
happily
begun.
The
landing
of
the
cable
took
place
on
Wednesday,
the
fifth
of
August,
near
the
hour
of
sunset.
As
it
was
too
late
to
proceed
that
evening,
the
ships
remained
at
anchor
till
the
morning.
They
got
under
weigh
at
an
early
hour,
but
were
soon
checked
by
an
accident
which
detained
them
another
day.
Before
they
had
gone
five
miles,
the
heavy
shore
end
of
the
cable
caught
in
the
machinery
and
parted.
The
Niagara
put
back,
and
the
cable
was
"underrun"
the
whole
distance.
At
length
the
end
was
lifted
out
of
the
water
and
spliced
to
the
gigantic
coil,
and
as
it
dropped
safely
to
the
bottom
of
the
sea,
the
mighty
ship
began
to
stir.
At
first
she
moved
very
slowly,
not
more
than
two
miles
an
hour,
to
avoid
the
danger
of
accident;
but
the
feeling
that
they
were
at
last
away
was
itself
a
relief.
The
ships
were
all
in
sight,
and
so
near
that
they
could
hear
each
other's
bells.
The
Niagara,
as
if
knowing
that
she
was
bound
for
the
land
out
of
whose
forests
she
came,
bowed
her
head
to
the
waves,
as
her
prow
was
turned
toward
her
native
shores.
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