Fulton County tribune. (Wauseon, Ohio) 1883-1925, 1918-04-26

The lookouts were ordered to report every
thing they saw. Not a bit of driftwood or a
patch of floating seaweed was to be missed. Al
most every minute a call came down from the
tops to the fore or aft gun control.
All at once down the speaking tube to the
forward fire control came an excited voice:
"Fore top, fore top, fore top
"Aye, aye, fore top"
Steamer at 1856 degrees; range, 1900 yards"
aye, aye, fore top"
There was a steamer, and she was coming
down fast, smoke boiling out of her single stack,
her bow driving white bursts of foam along ahead
of her. The cruiser charged toward her. The
gun crews on the Ramapo were fighting to bring
their pieces to bear.
"It's a German raider" the whisper ran about
the ship.
"She hove to only a few hundred yards
away" relates a member of the crew. "Al of our
guns were on her. You could see their gray muz-
zles rise and dip as the ship rolled and the gun
pointers held them true on their mark. All at
once I realized 1 loved those guns and the men who
were handling them. 1t was funny I'd never
thought of them at all before. Now they seemed
to be the biggest thing in the world to me-"
There was a sudden gasp of relief all over the
ship. The tramp had broken out the British flag.
On her bridge someone was semaphoring fran
tically. The Ramapo men picked up the hysteri-
cal message.
Submarine encountered one hour direct east.
Believe it is pursuing. Advise caution"
Then the smoke came bursting from her fun
mel again and she went laundering on her way over
the sea, like a frightened duck.
"Then all at once a whisper ran through the ship.
1t was repeated as those on the walls of Luck
now must have told of the advancing British col
umn. The destroyers were coming. Somewhere
out of that gray, cruel sea the American war boats
were sweeping down on the convoy. Our destroy
ers, our men, they were coming to see their breth-
rem safe through the war zone.
tT shall never forget tha WaV thew came. 1t was
a gray afternoon, when the maintop reported the
flicker of a blinker signaling far out over the
waves. We didn't see them when they came. They
seemed to materialize suddenly out of nothing.
All at once, we saw the first one. She was only
a few hundred yards off our bows, and we had to
watch her closely to see her at all. That sounds
foolish; but it is literal fact. She was camou-
faged-streaked and dotted and splashed in a
dozen colors, and she melted away into the back
ground of the sea as though she weren't made Of
steel, but of mist.
"Then we realized that they were all around
us. Eight of them. All dappled and harlequin
patterned, all practically invisible at half a mile.
Their flagship hung for a moment on a wave,
then there was a squirt of white at her stern and
she came flying down on us. There was no foam
by the bow. There was no smoke from the short,
rakish tunnels, only the culver of heat from her
oil fires. She slipped through the water like a
fish, and as she passed us, slim, high bred, with
her razor bow and her lean curving tanks, driv-
ing through the water like an express train, with
no visible effort and as smoothly as a canoe, she
broke out the American flag on her stern. We
broke out ours, and that was our greeting-that
and the yells of the soldiers who were acting like
madmen. AS she flashed by we caught a glimpse
of her guns, all cleared for action and the depth
bombs ready at her stern. One Of her men, his
feet braced to her roll, looked up at us, grinned
and then yawned. We knew that was only show
ing off. He couldn't shame the troops by be-
ing blase. They acted like a bunch of kids"
The worst of the war zone was ahead of them,
but they didn't worry any longer. They knew the
destroyers were on the watch. They ranged here
and there. They shot away for a mile or so and
came back to swim circles about them. They
were all new boats-the best ever built. The
British will tell you so, too. They are modelling
their new boats on ours.
The submarine couldn't trouble the transports
men now. If one started to worry, all he had
to do was to look over the side, and the picture of
the destroyers, running the hills of the sea like
hounds, was full comfort to him.
A few days later the Ramapo and her consorts
were shepherded by the destroyers into the har-
Dor of "a Port in France"
"The troops stood at the rail and cheered and
laughed and shouted, but we didn't. We were toe
tired, just plain worn out. Anyone who has been
on a transports crew knows all there is to know
about the agony of anticipation. We just sat
and looke& at the green hills and the green roofs
and the green waters of the bay, and presently
those who weren't on watch went to heir hunks
and had a good sleep.
"They had brought their men across safe. which
has come to be a habit of the transport service
Somehow, I was glad that they put ne on a trans
port, instead of a dreadnaught. 1t seems as
though we were doing more to help win the war
somehow, even If no one ever hears about u.s."