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The Story of the Atlantic Telegraph
·
Henry M. Field
126
Slowly
passed
the
hours
of
that
day.
But
all
went
well,
and
the
ships
were
moving
out
into
the
broad
Atlantic.
At
length
the
sun
went
down
in
the
west,
and
stars
came
out
on
the
face
of
the
deep.
But
no
man
slept.
A
thousand
eyes
were
watching
a
great
experiment
as
those
who
have
a
personal
interest
in
the
issue.
All
through
that
night,
and
through
the
anxious
days
and
nights
that
followed,
there
was
a
feeling
in
every
soul
on
board,
as
if
some
dear
friend
were
at
the
turning-point
of
life
or
death,
and
they
were
watching
beside
him.
There
was
a
strange,
unnatural
silence
in
the
ship.
Men
paced
the
deck
with
soft
and
muffled
tread,
speaking
only
in
whispers,
as
if
a
loud
voice
or
a
heavy
footfall
might
snap
the
vital
cord.
So
much
had
they
grown
to
feel
for
the
enterprise,
that
the
cable
seemed
to
them
like
a
human
creature,
on
whose
fate
they
hung,
as
if
it
were
to
decide
their
own
destiny.
There
are
some
who
will
never
forget
that
first
night
at
sea.
Perhaps
the
reaction
from
the
excitement
on
shore
made
the
impression
the
deeper.
There
are
moments
in
life
when
every
thing
comes
back
upon
us.
What
memories
came
up
in
those
long
night
hours!
How
many
on
board
that
ship,
as
they
stood
on
the
deck
and
watched
that
mysterious
cord
disappearing
in
the
darkness,
thought
of
homes
beyond
the
sea,
of
absent
ones,
of
the
distant
and
the
dead!
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