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Chapters (63)
  1. COVER PAGE
  2. PRAISE
  3. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  4. DEDICATION
  5. CHAPTER 1
  6. CHAPTER 2
  7. CHAPTER 3
  8. CHAPTER 4
  9. CHAPTER 5
  10. CHAPTER 6
  11. CHAPTER 7
  12. CHAPTER 8
  13. CHAPTER 9
  14. CHAPTER 10
  15. CHAPTER 11
  16. CHAPTER 12
  17. CHAPTER 13
  18. CHAPTER 14
  19. CHAPTER 15
  20. CHAPTER 16
  21. CHAPTER 17
  22. CHAPTER 18
  23. CHAPTER 19
  24. CHAPTER 20
  25. CHAPTER 21
  26. CHAPTER 22
  27. CHAPTER 23
  28. CHAPTER 24
  29. CHAPTER 25
  30. CHAPTER 26
  31. CHAPTER 27
  32. CHAPTER 28
  33. CHAPTER 29
  34. CHAPTER 30
  35. CHAPTER 31
  36. CHAPTER 32
  37. CHAPTER 33
  38. CHAPTER 34
  39. CHAPTER 35
  40. CHAPTER 36
  41. CHAPTER 37
  42. CHAPTER 38
  43. CHAPTER 39
  44. CHAPTER 40
  45. CHAPTER 41
  46. CHAPTER 42
  47. CHAPTER 43
  48. CHAPTER 44
  49. CHAPTER 45
  50. CHAPTER 46
  51. CHAPTER 47
  52. CHAPTER 48
  53. CHAPTER 49
  54. CHAPTER 50
  55. CHAPTER 51
  56. CHAPTER 52
  57. CHAPTER 53
  58. CHAPTER 54
  59. CHAPTER 55
  60. CHAPTER 56
  61. CHAPTER 57
  62. CHAPTER 58
  63. ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

Fiona was going through the sequence of events at her desk. By the Sunday after the accident, three more bodies had been washed ashore, the first was that of the woman who had been fished out of the river early on. Her funeral was celebrated as if she had been nobility, though she was only a humble servant in some big house in Fife. Those not washed ashore were pulled onto boats with grappling irons that caused the injuries noted in the post-mortems. The mussel dredgers carried out much of the recovery work, with divers continuing to go down under the bridge. The whalers’ prediction on the timing of bodies surfacing was correct. By Tuesday the sixth of January, there were another eleven bodies and by the end of January thirty-seven bodies had been recovered altogether.

Fiona leant back on her chair and thought about how the families must have felt. At least those whose loved ones’ bodies were recovered could grieve properly. There was a specific Victorian mourning etiquette she had read about; widows were meant to dress in mourning clothes for between one and four years. Indeed, some followed Queen Victoria’s lead and remained in black for the rest of their lives. Half-mourning was introduced for younger widows, who were permitted grey and lavender. That seemed all well and good for the wealthy, but what about the vast majority of Dundee’s population, the poor? They might already have black or grey clothes, but lavender?

And what about those many families who could never grieve? Only fifty-nine bodies were ever recovered, some washed ashore months after the accident. Though the specific passenger list was unknown, it was believed that up to twenty bodies were never found.

Fiona turned to the following chapter in her book, entitled ‘Relief Fund’. Most of the passengers were poor, travelling in the three third class carriages, and money was given where needed. McGonagall was right: Sir Thomas Bouch had a lot to answer for. Why the hell had he not been up for trial? He was certainly blamed throughout Scotland for his lack of knowledge on structural engineering but he died soon after the court of inquiry report had absolved him of guilt. It concluded that the collapse of the bridge ‘was occasioned by the insufficiency of the cross bracing and its fastenings to sustain the force of the gale. If the piers had been properly constructed and maintained, the bridge could have withstood the storm that night.’ Though according to McGonagall, the girders needed sturdy buttresses to support them.

Fiona looked up at the clock. She had to go, it was an early pick-up from school and then an hour to get Jamie ready for guising. The pumpkin lantern was looking pretty good; it had taken hours to make. And they would be eating a great deal of pumpkin soup for the next few days.

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