The Glenwood post., 1914-12-05
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asvaS s0eer. vh0 y cruising vitA
he YsuoeA Aeet In tAs AAriatie. hunA-
iAs tAe Austrian fea II gives . viva
Disesss q the soliaasy drama Il w11
aA 80 Asrs 1t y:
terrible, the swell noastronA ~
kghts ~ cut. Dakkss than the aigl1,
wtth0st Q single noise aboard. To
shiDs. - behind tie other. watch
upon the sea that nothing may paaA
Ten miles to the north. ten miles -
the south, they are holding their blin1
course. All seems to sleep.
Our 0okouts at how and stern. lost
in shadow, are rolliAS and pitching
like phaatoms. willis not Q single
sound hreaks the incomprshensibls
silence. But the cannon are ready.
Thss0 IL . man behind each loaded
plscs. his finger ON tAs trigger. never
closing his eyes from the moment he
goes on duty to tie moment Of his
relief. Aloft. the searchlights, too.
arc ready at touch ef button to bla.e
forth, b seek out, to harass. And On
~ bridge, the omeer on whom d.
penAs . thousand kves, the ofacsr a
the watch, alone before God. his eyes
oo his glass. peers for heurs anA
houss sat into the black night and ths
swsA There must BE- NO failing now,
q sight or mind Or decision. That
moment Of failing might b the very
one in which the eaemy. crouehiAG
between two waves. launched . tns>
psdo q sowed . sinking mine.
"Yoe IN instanG In the unreal ~
tasea. great paint brushes ot hgAk
aopsar. They gTops across ths s1y
and ~, stop soAdenly, and The Wta1
brinss the souDA Of . storm Of shsl1A.
fhsa NO moro Lights and ca.asa
ssaas. The night, the swell. the sileooa.
Bot he heart beats faster. Out thsFs.
thay are rowing. Perhaps Drsssatly
4 win b my turn. I want to snAsA
tAs Isasss a the glsss and illumhaas
IL whols stretch Of ocsan. WhieA
way will thsy come? Suddenly asDs-
thing white shines On . crest, hk1 ths
nustachs q foam under Q bow.
"'On gard! Fiftsea huoaF0d
yards! ngAty degrees to stas1sard!
Light seareAlishts! Moro to ths left!
Lssway Aftyeight! Fire!
Tie crouching shadows hap
asunder. In the bright sAeaf - HgAt
b . palaSA specter with tArss - fosS
snokestacks which plsngss hAs .
greyhoand over tho foam. Flftsea
cannon at once are splitting eaassasss-
ly. Our phantom ship has hsoons .
volcano.
more in the right! A thousand
yarss!'
The hostile torpedo boat Aisappears
in An aureole of blows. behind foun-
tains Of water. very white. under the
nvid electricity. But still % it comes.
bringing death.
Eight hundred yardst'
The blows are falling nearer to 4.
They make . wall of water and ifoo.
In the aureole Of spray appears ssns-
thing red, black, yellow. like . hit in
the eye. A shell has struck The belly
Of the torpedo boat and II haa hlown
U.
"'Ceass are! ssarehhsAks fallsw 10
tAs saA!'
We @ 70 Ioek. b Diek ~ ths AsaA
aaa The WOUNDED. NoGAiHg b lset-
hardly few sDli1tsss e weeA.
-HgAts eat!'
We rstaz. 70 oar eoarss, 70 ths
watch. IL ollsoeo. tAo oAocuF1ky. The
nsa WAe ssFve tAe guns No 6ovn.
TAs eNAAsfs staAA and wait. TAe
s0sse 4 tAs watch. Who has SAVED .
tAsssanA nvsa. once more starss
ssaFcAinSiy into tAs daASsross Aarh-
lsss. TAe boat rolls anA patoAss. Il
= eoI1 aaA sloooy. But tAs - y .
ltttls frssr sa4 Frases bsttsr pes-
tssesl"