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The Greater Love

THE HEROES OF EAST HAM—July 1, 1895

Yesterday morning a shocking occurrence happened at the East Ham sewage pumping station in which four men lost their lives, and another lies in the West Ham Hospital in a precarious condition; in fact, little hopes are entertained of his recovery. It appears that between six and seven o'clock a man named Arthur Rutter went down a well for the purpose of cleaning the screen in front of the sewer pipes leading to the pumping station. It was noticed that Rutter suddenly disappeared in the water, which was five feet deep at the time. Digby at once descended the well to rescue his companion, when he also disappeared. Mr F. Mills, the chief engineer in charge of the works, was informed of what had occurred, and immediately descended the ladder, and, hearing groans, asked what was the matter. These were the last words he is supposed to have uttered, as he almost immediately disappeared. Durrant was the next to go to the rescue, and he met with a similar fate, and was followed by a man named Jones. The latter, however, feeling the effects of the gas, nearly met with a similar fate as the other men. The test of placing a bucket of fire down the shaft was then resorted to, and it was found that this would burn. A man named Herbert Worman volunteered to go down, and succeeded in bringing the body of Jones to the top, and he was taken on the police ambulance to West Ham Hospital. With great determination Worman descended no less than four times, and was driven back by the foul gases. At last, however, after a lapse of three hours he brought the first body to the surface, and afterwards brought two more to the top. A man named George Wheal brought the fourth man out. All four were dead. Mr Mills was very popular amongst his men.”— The Daily Chronicle, July 2nd, 1895.

When to the horrible pit of mire and clay
To save their fellows, brother men went down,
I saw a glorious angel of the day
Set on each head a crown.
For these were kings who venturous would invade
The borders of the Death-pale Tyrant's land;
In his own stifling gloom were unafraid
To wrestle hand to hand.
Not like the Roman 'mid a town's applause,
Who leapt with dazzling arms and gallant steed;
Our country's “treasure” owned a nobler cause,
Help for a brother's need.

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One after one! No time to say farewell,
No time to count the loss or know the gain,
Their bodies went down quick into the hell,
Their souls came back again.
And still above the pit of dreadful doom,
While the dark flood of sorrow rolls below,
As long as fair forget-me-nots may bloom,
Self-sacrifice shall grow.