The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-06-24

like men clinging to steep cliff. hold ing fast to every thing that would give foothold or hand grip on the inclined deck. A signal climbed along the top bling mast. Then. with a thunder of breaking metal. voIleying into the sea- the ship fell full on her side and went down.
 Tn a hissing. breaking sea that in stantty was gray with ashes and mul- ticolored with oil swan 500 men, None came near them. The Dread noughts last signal had been the or der to keep off, and the big feet was weaving in and out at top speed in a maneuver long since perfected to es- cape other attacks from the invisible things.
 Far astern raved the guns again. This time the alert destroyers had not missed their aim. A periscope disap- peared. Presently, however, little spreading disks of oil swan on the sur face and united, and more foated up ward and spread.
 Not for a moment had the feet faI- len into disorder Even while the de stroyers were picking up what survfv- ors they. could find another Dread nought hoisted it's commanders flag as 2 under the bright green water. A speed cone went up, and warships and con voy steamed full speed ahead
 Half an hour later the periscopes of two submarines, outdtstanced, bobbed up far behind the feet Their gray shapes arose, streaming. The man holes opened and heads came out. blinking, into the sunlight and drawing .,ff h fnf lowed the ships toward the coast.
 One of them hoisted a wireless appa- Ratus and began to call. It was weak call, that had to be repeated again and again. Then Montauk point heard, over a temporary apparatus, and re- cefved and began to send on to New York, and the bulletins told that sub marine M-9 had sunk the admiral's flagship, that submarine G-3 had sunk a destroyer and that submarine O-1 had been lost
 Victory. Victory! vfctoryY ran the news. They knew that it was not, victory, those great, anxious crowds that stopped all traffic that day in all the continent of North America. But for awhile they were thrilled, and they cheered and forgot the slow, implaca- ble grip of irresistible power that was closing in on their eastern seacoast, not to be stayed, not even to be halted.
 The rich had fed from the trembling sea cities, but the others remained. There was nothing. else for them to do They loitered in their countless miles of streets and talked and argued and prophesied just as they had done all ways.
 Extrai Extra!
 In the soft dusk on the Rhode Island and Massachusetts coast there was falling red hell and ruin. Streams of iron, streams of fire, streams of scream ing, bursting things-things that struck the land and spun into it like beasts biting and burst, blasting away for ests and houses and men in crimson whirlwind; things that plunged into towns and richotted and pulled down walls and towers; things that darted at power plants and darkened the world and things that burst into towns with fierce fire and set the world alight
 To the men at the receiving ends of wires it was as if there were coming to them one wild din of terror. Here were telephone messages that broke off in the middle and were never to be re stunned on this earth. Here were tele- graph dispatches that stopped sudden ly and left the wire dead, it's far end dangling where a shell had torn down the poles From hi1ltops far inland came ra9ing words of burning towns glarfng red in the country below. From somewhere unknown. from some body unknown, came one word over a telephone that instantly went out Of commission. It was-'fGodp' Tn j1o ga hin of f17a now H90SfiTO sat the new admiral. The ship was shak- ing with the explosions from its sec ondary batteries, but the cabin was or derly and sedate. A shaded light was shining on a chart.
 Another hour of tI1fs,'' said the ad- miral, 'sand I think the coast will be nicely cleared for the landing.'' He selected cigar from it's box and lit it carefully.
 
 The first American soil on which the invader set foot was not on the main land. Block islands men and women stood on Mohegan bluff and Beacon hill and Clay head watching their sky fill with fighting tops and enemy flags and their sea oppressed by enemy craft Among those who stood there that day were descendants of men who had fought at sea in every American war. Some were there who could boast that their ancestors had crept into Long Island sound in little sloops and even in rowing boats to harry tall Kings ships.
 Strong hearted. like their forefath- CTS, were these men. They looked out on their beset horizon and doubled their sunburned hands into fists, long ing to get among the foe with ship to ship, gun to gun and the battle flag o4 America shining.
 This was no tame population to be terrified like a driven herd Smaeks- men were these, accustomed to looking unafraid into the black snarI of storm Sword fishermen were here who went