A Tender Named America

A tale of the ship that brought Irish immigrants to the Titanic.

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The America at the Titanic’s side, left, and outward bound in 1912, right.

Both pictures © Fr Browne Collection, used with permission.

FROM ELEVEN-thirty on Thursday, April the eleventh, the usual tramp of third class passengers reverberated outside the offices of James Scott & Company, shipping agents, Queenstown, Ireland.

The clerks at work inside worked on; for the din without had become a commonplace and there was no distraction. Just the background noise of another herd of emigrants taking to the boats.

But not for any ship. And therefore not just any crowd among Ireland's outgoing thousands.

These were native passengers for the RMS Titanic at her last port of call.

They were still largely a collection of individuals and had not yet become a distinctive group. Shy eyes under a straw hat peered upwards to the red swallowtail flag, lusty on the breeze. Thursday was one of the White Star days. The Cunard lion, by turns, climbed a rival flagpole on another wharf.

The only slightly different note to this industry of exodus was the bunting of signal flags - not there for the passengers’ benefit, but to show to the Gentlemen of the Press that today was a special occasion. The inauguration of a magnificent new vessel which would doubtless take high honours over the coming season, exalting White Star in the cutthroat battle for human livestock.

The Titanic tenders tied up at the White Star wharf, which was en fete on April 11, 1912.
From colourised contemporary postcards supplied by the author.

"The new White Star Liner, Titanic, the largest in the world, arrived yesterday in Cork Harbour in the course of her maiden transatlantic voyage to New York. She dropped anchor at 11.55am about a mile outside Roche’s Point..."

"The great Promenade Deck, starboard side. Note the exemplary distances separating the funnels. The Picture shows some of the splendid set of lifeboats with which the ship is equipped..."

The press dabbed their lips, finishing refreshments on the balcony of the James Scott building, and were ushered through the throng and along the jetty, boarding the PS Ireland. There they waited impatiently for the processing of the paying customers who would board the tender inboard of themselves, the PS America.

These were the vessels of the Clyde Shipping Company, paddle-steamers first built in 1891 and registered at Glasgow. They had become the indispensable workhorses of the emigrant trade.

The Ireland surprised the journalists and ten Titanic cabin passengers aboard by casting off while the America was still filling. It cruised a few hundred yards to lie alongside Deepwater Quay where the railway station was. She began taking on the 1,385 sacks of the American mails

The America soon followed, weighed down by scores of third-class ticketholders, segregated even in the matter of the tender they could use. She hove astern of the moored Ireland and came to rest. The train from Cork had just arrived with a few late passengers - detained by the tardy departure of a mainline service from Limerick city.

It was here Cork Examiner photographer Thomas Barker disembarked the Ireland and climbed aboard the third class vessel instead, using the America’s height to gain a vantage point on the paddle box for a perfect study of the Ireland ahead.

The tender Ireland at Deepwater Quay, Queenstown, Co Cork, on Titanic sailing day.
© Thomas Barker, The Cork Examiner. Printed in The Irish Aboard Titanic and used with permission.

He snapped his shutter, preserving the tranquil scene for posterity. Caught in the lower right hand corner of his image were a score of would-be Titanic steerage. It remains the only photograph in existence of passengers about to join the ship that shaped history.

Detail from Mr Barker’s main study: Irish steerage passengers aboard America.
© Thomas Barker, The Cork Examiner. Used with permission.

The passengers may not have noticed Barker - who had to dash for his proper conveyance as an Ireland crewman began casting off - but some of them were starting to notice Eugene Daly. Or at least his pipes.

Barker’s photograph shows a well-built young man in the centre of the America’s bows, glancing to where the bellows bag of the traditional uileann pipes is stowed at Daly’s feet. The bag is unseen, but the drone pipes reach up Daly’s side, the last one ending just below his left ear.

The America is about to leave the quay and there is evident cheerfulness among the steerage. A conversation is about to strike up that will lead to Eugene Daly, a 29-year-old weaver from Athlone, striking up himself. Soon the skirl of pipes will bring a smile to every face.

"Mr Daly is a well-known performer on the war-pipes; he had a set with him on the Titanic, and as the tender on which he left Queenstown cast off, he played up "A Nation Once Again," his performance being received with delight and applause by his fellow-travellers.

He played many native airs on board the tender, and as the latter moved away from the liner, the pipes were heard once more giving forth "A Nation Once Again." Those who were on board the tender that day heard with extreme pleasure of his being amongst the survivors."
(Cork Examiner, May 9, 1912)

A NATION ONCE AGAIN

When boyhood’s fire was in my blood
I read of ancient free-men
For Greece and Rome, who bravely stood
Three hundred men and three men.
And then I prayed I yet might see
Our fetters rent in twain
And Ireland, long a province, be
A Nation once again.

A Nation once again! A Nation once again,
And Ireland, long a province, be
A Nation once again.

Eugene Daly, like very many of the emigrating Irish, was a Nationalist opposed to British rule in the country of his birth. He was a member of a variety of societies focussing on the Irish identity and political agitation for change. They included the Gaelic League and the Irish National Foresters. Many of his fellows aboard the America belonged to the United Irish League, a pressure group in favour of Irish Home Rule.

The Home Rule Bill was being read before the House of Commons that very day and all were aware of it. The added irony of Daly’s rebel tunes brought forth a conspiratorial and giddy gaiety. There must have been many who joined in the likes of "Boolavogue" as soon as they caught the trend of the first few bars:

At Boolavogue, as the sun was setting
O’er bright May meadows... of Shel-ma-lier
A rebel hand - set the heather blazing;
And brought the neighbours, from far and near.
Then Father Murphy, from old Kil-cor-mack
Spurred up the rocks with a warning cry.
‘Arm, arm,’ he cried, ‘For I’ve come to lead you
For Ireland’s freedom, we fight or die...’

The 600-ton America had turned through 180 degrees and sat off for a moment, allowing the Ireland to come around and renew the lead, jealous faces gazing on the musical feast. The tenders chugged back along the waterfront of Queenstown, named for an English monarch who came ashore in 1849.

They again passed the White Star wharf and the pulling flag, enjoying the view of the south transept of St Colman’s cathedral where a different Queen had been honoured. Some blessed themselves at the sight, whether they knew or not that the statue of Our Lady, Star of the Sea, had been set facing the harbour, paid for by the grateful complement of the Great Eastern. who limped into sanctuary here from a hell-blasting storm in September 1861.

He led us ‘gainst the coming soliders
And the cowardly Yeomen were put to flight
‘Twas at the Barrow, the boys of Wexford
Showed Bookey’s regiment how men could fight.

The America rounded the Spit light as Daly finished to roars of approval and some feminine handclaps. The Spit Bank lighthouse had been designed by a blind man, Alexander Mitchell... its beacon warned deep-drawing vessels that they could proceed no further. The America levelled up after her gradual starboard turn, and entered the Whitegate Roads.

This was the inner anchorage where the usual ships made fast. They were not bound for the usual ships today. Having enjoyed a brief break to drink in the beauty of the journey, Eugene Daly hoisted his instrument again and bit down on the mouthpiece. Bearded Frank Dwan in front of him grinned encouragement. "Whisht now!", said the athletic man, enjoining silence.

SPANCIL HILL

Last night as I lay dream-ing; of pleasant days gone by
Me mind bein’ bent on ram-bling, to Ireland I did fly
I stepped a-board a vi-sion, and followed with my will
‘Til next I came to anchor at, the cross near Spancil Hill.

The cliffs rose giddily on the port side as the America churned her way ever outward, skylarking seagulls overhead. Queenstown’s handsome terraces had receded now, lost to the turn of the channel. High above them to the left loomed Fort Carlisle, one of the guardian garrisons at the mouth of the harbour

Some of the women dropped their chins and seemed saddened. The slower pace of the music matched their mood exactly as realisation dawned that they were leaving their native shores practically forever. A male finger stroked a cheek. Other men grew quiet, or shifted uncomfortably.

Daly seemed to sense the change. He was helped in breaking off the dirge as Captain Tobin and Captain McVeigh in the tender ahead exchanged playful whistle blasts. They were bearing to port on a blind corner, to come through the gap between Fort Carlisle and Ford Camden on the far bank. Fort Camden, built in 1798, the same year as the bloody rebellion commemorated in Boolavogue, protected the western side of the harbour mouth.

Eugene Daly put some pep back into proceedings. The ballad of Muirsheen Durkin, little dark Mary, gave battle with the gulls:-

In the days I went a-courtin’, I was never tired resortin’
To the ale house and the playhouse; and many a house beside
But I told my brother Seamus, I’ll be off now and grow famous
And before I come home again, I’ll roam the world wide.

Oh, I courted girls in Blarney, in Kanturk and in Killarney,
In Passage and in Queenstown, I mean the Cove of Cork
But I’m tired of all this pleasure, so now I’ll take my leisure
And the next that you will hear of me - a letter from New York!

The America brought her nose to the open water beyond, and a gasp arose on every side! Necks craned at the sight of the great goliath sitting on the sea in front of them. Still two miles away from the America, the RMS Titanic was the most simply the most majestical creation man’s hand had ever wrought.

There she lay in the Ringabella estuary, off Roche’s Point lighthouse, a black-hulled supremacy. The crooning of folk songs had given way to exclamations of delight or the indrawn breath of wonder. Daly was amongst the crowd contesting for a better look.

So too was John Kennedy of Limerick, one of the late-train arrivals along with Limerick girl Nellie O’Dwyer, although they did not know each other. There at someone’s shoulder, peering into the midday sparkle, was William Doherty, the Cork barman who had gambled on a fresh start and had bought his ticket from one James Moran and was travelling in that name.

Here was the group united in fascination, 113 third class Irish men and women, gazing at the sleek yet towering vessel that would convey them all, and thousands beside, to a land of everlasting plenty. A land of freedom. And still the America made her fitful progress.

They draw nearer... and they draw nearer... and yet the happy scene recedes !... further and further, nearer and further, nearer and never nearer , fading yet; until the moment that existed in time is passed and gone and can never be seen again.

And yet, the legacy of Cork Examiner photographer Thomas Barker allows us to imagine it still. And to probe the faces that remain.

Who are these people? Definitive identities have only been placed on the bearded man in the foreground - Frank Dwan of Bonmahon, Co Wexford - and the irrepressible piper, Eugene Daly. The rest remain elusive but the focus of research.

At best, at this juncture, one might make mostly ignorant guesses. The pictures offered here are mostly spare images that never made my book, The Irish Aboard Titanic. With 113 passengers to guess from, at least half of whom have never yielded up another photographic trace, it may even be a likelihood that all these suggestions are wrong.

The girl in the bows might, at a pinch, be Nellie O’Dwyer. It might also be diminutive Delia Henry from Athlone. Both were lost. The smiling man at the upper centre could be John Kiernan, with his younger brother Phillip alongside, to the viewer’s left. Both were lost.

Any man might do to represent John Kennedy, whose own story is tragic indeed, surviving the Titanic disaster to die of anthrax poisoning in a US Army boot camp at the time of the First World War. Bertha Mulvihill and the woman picture at lower left had a similar hat - so much for that.

The athletic, well-built man, appearing to shake Frank Dwan’s hand may not in fact be doing so. Dwan had no fellow Wexford men aboard, no matter how the boys of Wexford were hailed in Boolavogue. If this man is Patrick Fox, from Mullingar, they would at least be a match in height and build. Fox was a champion athlete, but it didn’t save him. He and Frank Dwan were both lost. And so too was Doherty, whose fatal mistake was to buy another man’s ticket.

These are the people of the tender America. No matter who they are, the majority of them were drowned in the North Atlantic on their way to a new life. Eugene Daly, wet through and shivering with cold, pulled himself up on Collapsible B.

He lost his pipes beneath the waves, but lived to play a different set. This magical snapshot of Irish optimism, of men and women taking their leave, is essentially about what has been lost and yet mysteriously preserved. The viewer hears - and so obviously sees - a nation once again.

And from that time, through wildest woe
That hope has shone a far light
Nor could love’s bright summer glow
Outshine that solemn starlight.
It seemed to watch above my head
In forum, field and fane
Its angel voice sang round my bed
‘A Nation once again.’

A Nation once again! A Nation once again,
And Ireland, long a province, be
A Nation once again.


Flags half-masted at Queenstown, April 19, 1912.
The America and Ireland are tied up at Admiralty pier.
© Fr Browne Collection, used with permission.

The writer is a member of the National Union of Journalists and international equivalents. Pictures of Nellie O’Dwyer, William Doherty, John Kennedy and Bertha Mulvihill obtained by author from the Irish national and provincial press of 1912. Pictures of John Kiernan and Frank Dwan given to same by descendant families and acknowledged with gratitude. Images of Patrick Fox and Eugene Daly sourced by author from glass plate negative or extant photographic heritage in the public domain.

All rights to the above article and images strictly reserved. Pictures of Kiernan, Dwan and Fox previously appeared in The Irish Aboard Titanic by Senan Molony, Wolfhound Press, 2000. ISBN 0-86327-805-1.

A second edition of The Irish Aboard Titanic will soon be available from the Wolfhound Press, 68 Mountjoy Square, Dublin 1(353-1-8740354)
Wolfhound Press are also publishers of Fr Browne’s Titanic Album, ISBN 0-863276-598-2.

Acknowledgements

Senan Molony

Comment and discuss

  1. avatar

    Inger Sheil said:

    I see that popular demand has been met and the tender piece has gone up - and what a beautiful combination of hard research and exquisitely evocative writing. I read it enthralled...we've discussed here before the question of Irish nationalism and the Home Rule debates, and it was a pleasure to see the subject so elegantly dealt with in the context of what it meant for ordinary Irish men and women. Wonderfully illustrated with sources you've brought together, too - kudoes to you and Phil for that! What would Morrow have made of these strong nationalistic currents around him, I wonder? How... Read full post

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    Inger Sheil said:

    So, do you think that was in Daly's repetoire? Oh father dear, I oft-times hear You speak of Erin's isle Her lofty hills, her valleys green, Her mountains rude and wild They say she is a lovely land Wherein a saint might dwell So why did you abandon her, The reason to me tell. Oh son, I loved my native land With energy and pride Till a blight came o'er the praties; My sheep, my cattle died My rent and taxes went unpaid, I could not them redeem And that's the cruel reason Why I left old Skibereen. Oh well do I remember That bleak December day The... Read full post

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    Michael H. Standart said:

    Hope, anticipation, excitement, joy and sorrow soon to be marred by an unspeakable tragedy. This peice captures it all. Well done, Senan! Cordially, Michael H. Standart

  4. Senan Molony said:

    Yeah Phil did a fine job, particularly in getting it up on ET so quickly. Within a few hours of it being sent to him! I'm rather proud of having done all the pull-out pictures myself, the ones that radiate out from the picture of the folk in the America's bows at the very end of the article. Phil rejigged the numbers and the colour of the linkage-lines, but I'm still thrilled I managed to realise what I wanted in my head via Adobe photoshop. I'm a bear of very little brain and still learning all this computer stuff. You were asking Inger about the photos I had dug out but couldn't... Read full post

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    Michael H. Standart said:

    Is the Adobe Photoshop what you used to colorise the photos or were they already done that way? Cordially, Michael H. Standart

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    Inger Sheil said:

    There's always time for - must love a country where even the mountains are 'rude and wild'. Sensational job on the image work - has me thinking I should pick up yet another new image programme - have done some crude work with some of the other programmes available, but wouldn't have the skills to post any work I did do (wouldn't a scanner be lovely??). I particularly noticed the quality of the images in this piece...there I was congratulating myself on picking up a nice period photo postcard of Cobh the other day at Greenwich, and you come up with a whole swag of... Read full post

  7. Senan Molony said:

    Already coloured. First time I've seen the stacks as red. BTW, if you click on some of those images they zoom to a larger display - ideal for close analysis.

  8. Jan C. Nielsen said:

    Thanks for the article, Senan, I like the "Boolavogue" song, in particular. It's rather disquieting to look at that picture of the people aboard the and know that so few of them survived, and with those that did, there was further tragedy. Thanks again.

  9. Senan Molony said:

    To answer questions about the relative importances of the Titanic disaster versus the Home Rule Bill, these are the side-by-side headline treatments in the Cork Examiner for Tuesday April 16, 1912 as news breaks of the sinking. These headlines have been pushed together in the image, but each story is given equal prominence, both garnering three full columns of the six-columns of the inside page. Both these headlines are on the same page. The difference is that the details of the Titanic disaster are meagre, but there are lots of related stories. Meanwhile... Read full post

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  10. Senan Molony said:

    Another odd connection between the Titanic and Home Rule is the fact that Arthur Conan Doyle and George Bernard Shaw, who had that famous Battle of the Brains over how to interpret the disaster (which Shaw won, in my view) later buried their differences to unite on Home Rule. The two men headlined a mass gathering at the Memorial Hall in London on December 4, 1912, to protest against Ulster Unionist resistance to Home Rule, which by then had been long passed as a measure. Also on the podium was one W.B. Yeats. Of course the Home Rule ramifications in one shape or another have continued... Read full post

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    Inger Sheil said:

    Conan Doyle came down in favour of Home Rule...??? The man goes up umpteen notches in my estimation (and he was already pretty high for remembering James Moody in that exchange over the Titanic). Shaw, of course, gave us one of the finest passages of writing in that period (IMHO) when he wrote to Hannie, sister to Michael Collins: Don't let them make you miserable about it: how could a born soldier die better than at the victorious end of a good fight, falling to the shot of another Irishman - a damned fool, but all the same an Irishman who thought he was fighting for Ireland - 'a... Read full post

  12. avatar

    Inger Sheil said:

    Conan Doyle came down in favour of Home Rule...??? The man goes up umpteen notches in my estimation (and he was already pretty high for remembering James Moody in that exchange over the Titanic). Shaw, of course, gave us one of the finest passages of writing in that period (IMHO) when he wrote to Hannie, sister to Michael Collins: Don't let them make you miserable about it: how could a born soldier die better than at the victorious end of a good fight, falling to the shot of another Irishman - a damned fool, but all the same an Irishman who thought he was fighting for Ireland - 'a... Read full post

  13. Senan Molony said:

    Let's try this again:

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  14. Senan Molony said:

    ET phone home.

  15. Jan C. Nielsen said:

    I came across this traditional Irish song. Please forgive the translation. And then tell me Sean O’Farrell where the gatherin’ is to be, In the old stop by the river, right... Read full post

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    Inger Sheil said:

    Ah, this has to be one of the songs from when we rose in 1798! A bad influence, the Irish...we had a Vinegar Hill in Australia, too :-) Emmet's final speech before his execution for his part in the 1803 rising ('Let no man write my epitaph...') was apparently one of those studied by young Abraham Lincoln. And there's even a Titanic connection - Robert Emmet might not have gone down with the Titanic, but his picture did.

  17. Senan Molony said:

    Interesting translation there Jan. Yeah, this is a song of '98... I find that second line translation interesting: "Hush me vocal," The original line is "Hush me buachall," Buachall is the Irish language word for "boy." So it's hush me boy, and *his* cheeks were all a-glow. I'll hush my vocalling now. No more warbling from me until maybe the St Patrick's Day gig in South Carolina...

  18. Senan Molony said:

    From the Cork Examiner, January 6, 1913. p. 6. CLYDE SHIPPING CO RETIREMENT OF CAPTAIN TOBIN (OF THE "AMERICA") Queenstown, Sunday. Captain James Tobin, Commodore Captain of the Clyde Shipping Co's fleet at Queenstown has retired after what has been in the fullest sense of the term a strenuous life at sea, and no man could possibly retire from command with a more satisfactory and successful record that to which Captain Tobin can lay claim. He has been over 40 years commanding vessels at Queenstown, and during that period has had many voyages way from our port. For the... Read full post

  19. Senan Molony said:

    To answer questions about the relative importances of the Titanic disaster versus the Home Rule Bill, these are the side-by-side headline treatments in the Cork Examiner for Tuesday April 16, 1912 as news breaks of the sinking. These headlines have been pushed together in the image, but each story is given equal prominence, both garnering three full columns of the six-columns of the inside page. Both these headlines are on the same page. The difference is that the details of the Titanic disaster are meagre, but there are lots of related stories.... Read full post

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