Marooned on a floating ice cake in the Missouri River, with all hope of
rescue gone, Harvey McIntosh and his brother, Tom, of Mondamin, Iowa,
bravely sang, “Nearer My God to Thee,” while the ice floe carried them to
a swift and certain death. Their friends lined either side of the river,
but were unable to reach them. Night came on, and from the darkness came
the strains of the old hymn, which gradually grew fainter and then ended
in silence.
_In All the World There Was No Man Quite Like This One_