Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1914-07-10


scope. and enter the machine Then
would come four and twenty hours of
darkness and solitude, until he
reached the Irish coast, when he
would shut OF the motor, fling OF his
divers dress and, abandoning the gy-
roscope forever, swim 10 the land
Nothing could stop Hhe accomplish
ment of this his plan. His confidence
revived. and in his pleasure in it. he
felt the Joy OF life once more grow
strong within his breast
He bought his boat, q leaky fishing
smack whose owner, a Long Island
Yankee, evidently believed that he
had done smart stroke of work in
disposing of his antiquated tub.
Haynes loaded her with his machine.
He had placed torpedo-shaped iron
cage over the gyroscope, hammering
it out from parts OF an old boiler
which he had purchased as scrap
iron, and making it absolutely water
tight with a cork lining. The roof,
which, in spite of its rounded edges,
would have to bear enormous pres
sure, he reinforced with layers of
brass. Over this he placed armor-
plate, bought at scrap sale at the
Navy Yard, and over this another lay
er of brass plates, the whole so deity
hammered together and interpreted
with cork and aspha1ted refuse from
the sawmills that he felt confident
no drop of water could penetrate.
There was an entrance which, when
closed, formed an integral part Of
the machine, and a tiny window at
the rear, protected by the overlapping
roof, afforded an outlook. He set up
the ragged sail and moved slowly,
under little wind, down Long Is
land sound, and so into the Atlantic.
Several times squalls of wind threat
ened to overturn the crazy tub of
boat, and swapping seas drenched
him, but in spite of these he kept his
craft afioat, though, heavily weighted
as she was, this necessitated contin-
ual bailing. So he passed out OF the
sound and, rounding Long Island, en-
tered the lower bay and aimed his
course toward that spit of sand which
is the ultimate point seen by east
ward-bound vessels that leave New
York. When at last he nerved him
self to look back he saw the massive
towers and buildings of Manhattan,
hazy in the misty afternoon. He babe
farewell to them forever and, with
them, to that new world and all it
had meant to him. At that moment
all the experiences which he had I'M
dergone since that day when, five
years before, he had landed In
America to recover his stolen lands,
dropped from his mind. He felt the
dawning of that peace which he had
craved, at last. He set his face reso-
lutely toward the old world and free
dom-freedom both from that inces-
SAINT pursuit which had been hound
ing him by night and by day and
from the passions in his own heart
Although the maps had taught him
the approximate site of the cable, 1t
was no slight task to discover it be-
meath that wilderness of waters on
whose breast his. water-logged craft
tossed like cork on a pool. His
graphing iron hung from the center
of the boat, through an aperture re-
sembling that made for centeTboard.
Once he had caught the cable, a turn
of the disconnected gyroscope would
drag 1t up and catch the loop of 1t
against the steel guard which was to
hold 1t in place until Haynes was
ready to dive down into the depths
below. At nightfall he began his
search, but it was bright morning be-
fore his iron fastened upon the stout
coil, and only the pull OF the gyro-
scope suficed to drag that monstrous
serpent, green with marine growths,
from it's resting place through fathoms
OF waters. When at last he had Sc
cured 1t to the wheel he crept into his
cage, fastening it from the inside. He
donned his divers dress and oxygen
helmet, touched the stop of the gyro-
scope and, with a whirl, the waters
rose and covered him. The boat
dragged down at first, rose when her
plunging freight parted from her. and
fioated, bottom up, and empty, upon
the bay.
The gyroscope had caught the cable
true. The submarine car rolled, struck
her nose into the mud, and tried to
stay there, but the wheel held-it
could not choose but hold when the
top drove onward-and he was away
under the sea, travelling upon the line
stretched out upon that Shiny bed
formed by the slow death Of millions
of marine organisms. Haynes
breathed comfortably enough, al
though his eardrums rang He looked
out through the tiny window. Slowly
the light faded, the green translucent
cy of the water surrounded him; then
that too disappeared and black, I'm
penetrable night enshrouded him, as
black as that primeval night before
the red globe of the sun rose like a
monstrous furnace for the first time
over the rim of the world. He could
hear nothing; but, even If the vessel
had not been sound-proof, he could
have heard nothing. for there was no
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