The Birmingham age-herald., 1916-11-05
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The day ends and the horizon shows bad weather So it was. The further we got from the land the rougher was the sea. and the boat is throwr around a great deal. Already in my bunk I feel the roll of the roughel sea. About o'cloc- Tn the morning am awakened by "Hello!" from the speaking tube close to my pillow by the wall. My mate. Eyring, reports a white light on the starboard which is closing in on us hastily. I run quick ly, rush around the corner of the Central" hurry up the stairway through the coming tower hatch te the bridge.
 .Eyring shows me not very. far dis tant dead ahead a white light. It seems to close in on us. We don; want anything to do with that. Sound the alarm to dive! For the first time comes the wonderful feeling of se- curity overs me. which results from the possibility of diving hastily. It is as if it came naturally. There one is travelling right through the worlds war in an unarmed merchant boat ir the dark of night. The light comes nearer. It may be an enemy. It is very probable. In a few minutes a few shots might flash. some shells might rake our coming tower. and into ouI air chambers large quantities Of Wa ter might rush and the North sea might close over us forever.
 Nothing of all this happens. shor' command in the Central" few levers are pulled the hatch is closed. and with out risk we go forth on our way which brute force may well check on the sur face of the sea. but only bound to let us pass few meters below.
 For safetys sake we continue sub- merged and stay under until day breaks About o'clock we come to the surface It is already daylight, but there is also a sea which becomes more uncomfort- able every minute. In the distance we see a few fishing smacks. We watched them closely at the beginning, but soon find out their harmless character and continue on the surface. You can't call the going pleasant now. The boats mo- tions are such that the crew in the close quarters feel seasick. depending on the ventilators only for air. Many leave their food untouched. Impossible it is to be on deck, which is continually awash. Thus we are travelling all day. A few steamers, the smokestacks of which we can see in the distance, we avoid meeting by changing our course. after we, through careful observation, discover the good assistance of the established steamer lanes given on the maps.
 Such a calculation will shortly show its usefulness.
 Toward evening it had cleared, and the sea became calmer The sun went down In beautiful burst of glory. The entire part of the crew off watch had come on deck in order to get fresh air and smoke cigar, Below deck smoking is forbid den. Everyone crowded on the port side of the coming tower close together. It looks like a swarm of bees or a bunch of grapes of human beings in common seamen's clothes. And the eyes of all hands are on the horizon.
 Then up comes in the fading twilight of a June night on the port bow in the far distance a two-master, next smoke stack. and soon the hull of steamer lies on the breast of the ocean. All our marine glasses are turned toward her; it Is necessary to find out her course in order to go around it without the need of diving.
 We have good maps. and take up the same I look through my marine glasses, calculate and take another look at the map. On that course he will never get to any seaport.
 Whats up? That rascal is going without any aim
 We were SO close to him that we could distinctly see him. It was a beau-