The copper era and Morenci leader., 1915-03-19
WAR DRAMA At SEA
Remarkable Letter From a
French Naval Officer.
Pictures 4 Night Of Tenss Watching
In the Dark-ls Broken by the
Discovery and Destruction
Of a Torpedo 1oA3

Of a Torpedo 1oAG
Paris.1There has como to me.
writes Paul Scott MowreT IN the Chi
cago News. remarkable letter from
a naval officer, who Ia cruising with
the French feet In the Adriatic. hunt
ing the Austrian foe. Il gives vivid
picture of the solitary drama OF war
at sea. Here 1t Is:
TT Is black night. The wind is
terrible, the swell monstrous. All
lights are out. Darker than the night,
without q single noise aboard, the
ships, one behind the other, watch
upon the sea that nothing may pass.
Ten miles to the north. ten miles to
the south, they are holding their blind
course All seems to sleep.
"Our lookouts at bow and stern, lost
in shadow, are rolling and pitching
like phantoms, while not single
sound breaks the incomprehensible
silence. But the cannon are ready.
There Is q man behind each loaded
piece, his finger on the trigger. never
closing his eyes from the moment he
goes on duty to the moment OF his
relief. Aloft, the searchHghts, too,
are ready at touch Of . button to blaze
forth. to seek out, TO harass. And on
the bridge, the officer on whom de-
ponds. q thousand lives, the officer OF
the watch. alone before God. his eyes
on his glass, peers for hours and
hours out fntothe black night and the
swell There must be no falling now
Of sight or mind or decision- That
moment of failing might be the very
one in which the enemy, crouching
between two waves, launched q tor
pedo or sowed sinking mine
For an instant In the unreal dis
lance, great paint brushes of Hight
appear. They grope across the sky
and sea, stop suddenly, and the wind
brings the sound Of storm Of shells.
Then no more Lights and cannon
cease. The night, the swell. the silence.
But the heart beats faster. Out there.
they are rowing. Perhaps presently
Il win be my turn. ! want to smash
the lenses Of the glass and illuminate
The whole stretch Of ocean Which
way win they conner Suddenly some
thing white shines on Q oSesk. Ike the
mustache Of foam undef 3 -boU.
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