New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1916-11-02

the forwarding company, all that had
happened when he dined with the Kai-
ser somewhere on the Eastern front.
He must tell also of the high winds
and heavy seas that prolonged by a
week voyage made before in four
teen DAYS: Of the patrols he had eluded,
and Of his difficulty in feeling his way
into port with nothing more accurate
than a British made chart land that
fifty years old to guide him.
Twelve o'clock pressed /, and then
word came that the captain would tell
his story at o'clock sharp. But it
was after before Mr.. Hilken and the
skipper arrived.
Sad Day for Camera Men
Ii was a sad moment for the photog-
raphers, waiting in the hotel corridor
with cameras set and flashes ready.
They had looked for large man in a
glittering uniform, with the ribbons of
his noble orders .criss-crossing over his
breast. and perhaps with jingling row
Of medals.
Beside this ideal Captain Koenig of
the flesh was almost a pygmy and
there wasn't even a brass button upon
him. He wore what any ships officer
ashore is likely TO wear-a decent but
undistinguished double breasted suit
of blue and a derby hat.
There was an interpreter in readi-
ness, too-a volunteer interpreter, who
didn't get to see the captain at Baltl-
more. He was just about to carry the
first question when Koenig in good, if
not fawless, English began his reply.
The subject of the question was the
Bremen.
Gentlemen" said the skipper of the
Bremen's luckier sister ship, you know
as much about her as l. The first thing
| asked when l reached port: Where
is the Bremen? Have you news Of
herr
Mr.. Hilken had no news, and no one
else would have it sooner.
Bremen Sailed August 2S
"All know of the Bremen is that
she sailed from Bremerhaven on Au-
gust rs. | did not start until October
10, and ! am here first. What would
you make of that? What would make
of it? She had sixty days supplies
aboard and of course may yet appear"
"Do you think she is LOST"
Captain koenig ran his fingers
through his gray-sprinkled, sandy
brown hair.
81 give it up" he said.
"The British say they've captured
her" suggested some one, quoting a
recent London cable.
The gray brown head shook vigor-
ously. "NOt so. That could not be.
Lost she may be, perhaps, but not capt
ured. Maybe the Bremen struck mine.
Maybe there was some other kind of
accident. But the blockade is nothing.
We come and 60 az we please"
The questions came in hops, skips
and Jumps. Each was courteously an
swered-and fully, too, save where it
was apparent point of national policy
was involved And when they were
answered a fairly complete story of the
Deutschland's second voyage to America
had been told, and the delay had been
explained.
There had been, first of all, three
changes in the crew, which numbers,
this time as last, twenty-five men and
four officers. One of the sailors had
suffered so greatly from seasickness; on
the first round trip of undersea trading
that il had been decided TO leave him
behind. Two others had been dropped.
Why?
They Didn't make Good"
well" explained the skipper, with
an expressive shrug, you get to know
them for weeks inside a submarine.
They-what you Americans say-didn't
make good"
The three men replaced, the Deutsch-
land took her second leave of Bremen
haven on the afternoon of October TO-
Among the drugs in her cargo-the
salvarsan, the aspirin and all the rest
of the famous German compounds-she
had this time a little of the serum
which has been found most effective in
treatment of infantile paralysis. II
wasn't much, for the serum must first
run through the veins of monkeys, and
even monkeys are scarce IN Germany
these DAYS.
Then there were the diamonds, the
stocks and the bonds, in what quantl-
ties Captain Koenig would not say.
In her dispatch box the submarine
trader carried imperial mail addressed
to the embassy in Washington.
Bremerhsven had been harbor Of
footing whistles and tolling bells and
Shaping ensigns when the Deutschland
returned from Baltimore. and thou
sands upon thousands banked the
shores to greet her. But. slipping away,
she went in silence. swiftly submerged
and vanished when the time came.
Started in a Gale
A heavy southwest gale was blowing
as the Deutschland quit Bremerhaven.
None too steady at best. the subma-
rne found it hard going; but 1t was
also TO be reckoned that the enemy pa
trolls were making heavy weather OF
It, Through the North Sea the gale
chased her. A few blockaders were
sighted, but each time Captain koenig
ducked before being seen-"went forty
miles under them" as he phrased 1t.
Once he had TO remain submerged for
several hours. Then he set the
Deutschlands photograph to work.
the same machine that kept the crews
spirits up for several days on the frst
voyage. while they lay on the ocean
bottom waiting their chance to escape
an enemy squadron.
Though no more warships were sight
ed after the North Sea had been left
behind. the second voyage of the trader
held greater perils than the first. The
gale screamed at her as she ran, awash,
Westward. Wind and sea we're highest
between the sixth and tenth days out,
and for two of the four days the heavy
Diesel engines-Captain Koenig's pets
plugged futilely. Not a knot in
dav could the Deutschland gain.
The skipper didn't have much to say
about those two days. He passed them
over with an airy wave of his brown
hand dismissed them. They were past.
But many times during the forty-eight
long hours the unstable craft must
have been close TO finding the potion
with no aid from her diving rudders'
'Landlubbers" in Crew