The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1918-10-09

me, majesticaliy, as if 1t were In an infinite, calm, indifferent, eternal sea- The port-lights, however. are cover ed by sheet of water, A sad aquarium-nght invades the kiosk. And soon the excessively white light of the lamps of the submarine relgns supreme, escaping from the trap like from an incandescent hearth
 We are at a depth of five meters. The submarine seems no longer to be moving ahead; there Is neither pitch ing nor rolling, only a slight rhythmic vibration and the subdued rumbling of the dynamos, It requires a very great effort of the imagination to picture to oneself our progress through the ages, Instinctively one believes that he Is in the basement of factory on solid earth, among the machines We are now sailing at the entrance to the German sea It Is still bright daylight The mis- sion of the X-50 can be accomplished only during the night We must wait for twilight
 We are now five meters below ths surface. Before we descend further,
 
 trim-boxes fore and aft are balanced by means of careful filling of tha water-ballasts. "At ten meters!'' says the commander. The quarter master moves his hands over the switchboard The submarine seems to turn up Its nose. The commander ! explains to me: ''We are going to the bottom at a shallow depth and under the water we are going to await the end of the day to resume | our work"
 The X-50 performs a KlgZag in the sea, sideways, upward-hke fish go- ing after 8 fleeing and uncertain prey.
 There is a pebbly bank hereabouts under twelve meters of water. The X-5O is going to wait there. Slowly its body descends- A jolt, 6 lazy bal ancing of the shell. The X-5O is stranded For hours we are going to remain here this way. in this mo- tionless cave, lost at the bottom of a hostile sea, on which the ships of the enemy are passing.
 What to do during these hours of waiting? "Try to sleep" the com mander advises me. :. To remain awake, if one Is not accustomed to this Is bad for the imagination
 I throw myself down upon one of the small couches in the officers cabin But I cannot close my eyes. An undeflned anxiety drives sleep disease
 The open panels of the station allow
 me to see the interior of the ship,
 en suit: on one side the central sta
 ton, on the other, the rear end of
 the bomb, and in it's depth the tor
 pedoes with their tubes.
 The lights have been lowered. An electric lantern, casting yellowish re-
 factions, sheds a troubled light over all these mechanisms of unfamiliar
 form.
 The n1onotonous ron-ron of the ven- , tflatOrs and perhaps the snoring of g
 sleeper are the only sounds. The i'm
 precision of being buried becomes op. . pressive.
 The submarine is blind, but it fl not deaf. At the microphone tht sounds of the sea are revealed, an(
 
 themselves an approximate accoun of what Is going on above thei closed ship. From time to time thu \ rustic of a screw-propeller strikes tn, = ear of the listening sailor. Then tn, g sound stops; ship has passed. Al 0 indefinite rumbling succeeds upol 6 this fugitive noise; that is the heavinl a of the immense sea.
 The hour of twilight must hay Q come, for the submarine awakes. Tn '- ha1f-silence Is broken by the shakin a of the pumps and the rolling of tn '- dynamos.
 Lifting the submarine from 1t stranding place and putting it en rout 'o again is a delicate manoeurvre. n the switchboard with the governor L. the quarterInaster raises and lower le the levers with the precision and tn le rapidity of pianist. Slowly the X-5 le lifts itself from its repose. It rise n in front, while the stern seems lazil tS to resist and lets itself drag a littl le over the pebbles on the bottom The ls the whole submarine slouches ahea( bo More and more the x-5O lifts fl
 nose. In order not to roll pell-me se into the tubes in the stern, we mui at keep ourselves almost in a crouchin y position. But it is only matter ( d. few seconds. The fish awakes alto l. gether and regains his normal agilit
 and his equilribrium. The X-5o hs ly gotten adoat again. Now it is read h. to resume its journey toward tt
 enemys coast.
 a. The X-5o is going at a depth of s
 l. r- at the microphone. We are alone fc ,e the moment. in this portion of tf ro sea, though 1t is swept by the enemy "a patrols. The commander has had u 'is periscope raised. Come here," l .S says. 'Lookp'
 - bury my face in the large ey In piece of the periscope. fix my ey' o- upon the mirror. Not a spot. Not v. barque. Only the endless sea. IT - sun is going down. The waves fan . under the red light of the sky Eigl y hours of diving have tired my ey and all my senses. After this parcl n| ing sight, for all these hours of g en these iron things of hostile form Ill., what joy to see again the endle Tn sea, the infinite sky, in the burnil Al red of the setting sun. A mad desi ng overcomes me to breathe thew il 'il- that blows so strongly upon the way re- above.
 nd The fairy-lanA of the waves and ng the setting sun now passes into gra he Toward the East the shadows are les ready beginning to. deepen It
 toward this dark region that O he course lies. In this darkness lies u lst German land, still invisible sea The second officer is at the. II lcr ulf phone. The commander is at the pc 'sh iscepe, Tine miarophOAa rsveali not