The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1886-11-28

Reporters Story of u Submarine vOyag
In the Peacemaker

vERNE's DREAM REALIZED.
Reporters Story of Submarine voyage
In the Peacemaker.
New York World.
In very short time the Peacemaker was ready
to make its trip The soda was stored in the con-
densers and Captain Holland shouted "AlI
aboardw Comprising his manly chest sufficient
ly to creep through the twelve-inch manhoie.
the amphibious reporter dropped into the strange
craft like modern Jonah, though without the
positive assurance which would have been so
satisfactory, that in four days he would be
belched forth once again. Outside all was dark
and gloomy faint scent, as of stale soda water.
peryading the air. The manhols was closed;
kind friends from the outside battered
it down with crowbars, and nothing was
heard but the faint swash OF the
waters, which sounded as though they were
some leagues distant Drops of icy-cold water
oozed in through the steel platings. and every
now and then, in its impatience. the little en-
CINE spurted out sharp stream OF hot soda.
Capt. Jack Holland lighted tallow candle IN
the boz TO steer by; Engineer Jack Klelne
lighted 'dip" in the stern, so as 20 run his en-
CINE, and the reporter pulled on bis cigar in the
vain hope of appearing cool, calm and collected.
''Let her go, Jack" Kline touched valve
and suddenly, with the insidious, "seasicky"
motion OF a vawl-boat running In regular sea
with the wind astern, the Peacemaker began her
voyage. Through the peep-hole in the bow the
farewell handkerchief and the melting eyes OF
the fair spectators were seen, bringing put col0
comfort
I'VE are going at the rate of nine miles an
hour" said Captain Holland, but as the tide 10
ebbing with the apparent velocity OF i've milea
an hour our real progress to the northward Ia
only about four knots. We will turn
The engines are slowed, and imperceptibly the
Peacemaker turned Nov, Jack, put on all
your steam and down we 60"
The engine snorted and the little streams OF
soda spurted moro frequently. With its own
xxnla Nskw GOD Nan6 nF "a oh th0
maker was cutting through the water at about
sixteen knots an hour Down we CO." said the
captain, as he pulled chain connecting with the
DETECTING rudders or fms and like some aerolite
from unknown spheres the iron porpoise dived
nose first into the water The grade of her de-
scending course was about 30 degrees, necessitas-
ing some skillful balancing upon the part OF the
voyagers.
Suddenly there was fearful crash which
sent thrill through the passengers. The en-
giues were Immediately stopped. but the Peace
maker did not rise to the surface as Is her cus-
tom. Captain Holland peeped through the look
out, but could see nothing. His face was grave
as he told the engineer to reverse the engine
and then to go ahead at full steam. But In
spite of all endeavor the Peacemaker remained
strangely still, and the cold perspiration began
to pour down Hollands face Again the
strange thunderous humping was heard on the
top of the boat. The steam whistle was snapped
off as though by sharks tail, and stream OF
water spurted in through the aperture. Captain
Holland smiled, picked up some cotton and
stopped the leak. Once again the engines were
reversed and then sent ahead at full speed, but
the Peacemaker remained in her old position.
Whats the matter, Cap" inquiries Jack
Kline as though he were merely asking the
time of day.
II don't know where we are,h answered the
Cap, "but we'll get out of this If it takes all VIM
ter"
Then as the humping noise was resumed the
anxious reporter calculated that the oxygen ID
the iron coffin would only last the trio two hours,
and, therefore, he began to breathe economic
ally. Soon the momentarily increasing volume
of carbonic acid gas became perceptible. but this
was forgotten when noise as II all the mon.
sters of the deep had set upon the little steel
she'll was heard, bringing with IL the fear that
the Peacemaker was to meet with the universal
fate of all who follow its profession. Again the
imperturbable engineer sturned on all steam,
and, to the great relief Of the trio the Peace
maker swung loose and sprang like a thing OF
finny life through the CLASSY waters. Then she
rose and soon lay rolling on the surface.
eve must have got foul of the Pennsylvania's
anchor chains" exclaims the captain, as h9
sQuints through the peep-hole. 1T is wonder
we did not punch hole in the old hulk
'And how long were we caught" he was
asked, and he replies:
Seven minutes"
Then the Peacemaker was headed with full
steam down stream; the captain pulled the chaih
again, and on a big slant the vessel shot down
through the bosom of the water. The indicator
that hangs in the bow pointed to depth OF
thirty feet The captain, however, was not sata
isfed, and another pull at the rudder-chau
caused the craft to descend again at angle %
% degrees. The finger on the indicator pointed
to thirty five feet, slowly rounded to forty; then
to forty four and along to fortysix; and then, In
answer to an appealing look from his guest, the
captain loosened the chain. Swiftly the buoy
ancy Of the craft asserted itself. and, after O
moment. the grateful ''swash" with which she
reaches to the surface was heard And then O
look at the absolutely inhexbe chronometer r61
vealed that the immersion only lasted one min
ute and fifteen seconds, although il had seemed
an age.
The iron porpoise was then headed northward,
and gracefully and playfully dived under the
John E. Moore's hull, while faint echo Of the
'hurrahs" penetrated into the craft Zone moro
dip and then we will 60 Shore" said the cap
tain, and again down went the Peacemaker to
the bottom of the classic Hudson, stored with
ancient Peruvian ingots and modern tomato
cans. The indicator showed depth of twenty.
six feet, when suddenly there was tremendous
JOLT and the captain grinned as he said. "Sho
struck bottom rock that time" Then the Peace
maker rose and steamed for the Pennsylvania.
The tallow- wicks were burned out, and the in-
terror Of the iron porpose was very dark. Soon
footsteps were heard on the roof. and CHEEKY
voice shouted out. 'She's fast" Jack Kline
opened the manhole with q crowbar, and the
then happy passenger sprane out Of the iron hulk
as though cast from catapulk
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