The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1935-07-30

cove near Klnsale where we
had spent the night. Behind
us the sun rose higher in the
heavens, throwing long silhou-
cites Of trees across the bay
we rapidly left behind. Capt. Rus
sell directed his course straight for
the buoy marked with white flag
which he had dropped week ago
to mark one possible location of the
Lusitania. The sea was calm and
clear.
Quickly we reached the buoy and
our speed was cut. In the control
room our sounding expert,
William Stephens. began to chart
the bed beneath US. Slowly We
rounded the buoy.
Overheard Goes the Anchor
Suddenly there was a quick cry,
a command from the bridge. Sea-
men astern heaved over the anchor
of second marking buoy topped
with a red flag, not more than 200
yards from the first position.
1 dashed to the bridge and found
the echo-soundlng apparatus again
had charted the outlines of giant
hull. Capt Russell hailed me ex-
citedly There's something there.
something big"
In ever narrowing circles, the
Orphir was Unanswered about the
buoy, in arcs as small as her speed
and rudder would permit. Capt.
Russell ordered that we zigzag
hard aport and astarboard by turn.
There came second shout that
the wreckage had suddenly risen in
the graph to a height of 70 feet or
Is fathoms The position was given
as north 19 east from Old Head of
Kinsale. Again and again we
sounded for depth, the graph NOV
ing sharply within a short range az
though what lay beneath us might
have been designed to make it's
outline more distinct.
Wreck Below Is Large
All day We piled our path across
the hulk. sounding for every angle
across the mark held fast by the red
buoy which had been dropped at the
first command. In the afternoon We
sounded for length, and found it
took four minutes to drift the en-
tire distance. according to our echo
sounding chart.
But because the echo sounder
charts objects at a considerable
angle from the ship, it will be nee
essary to fine comb the sea about
the red buoy until the angles can
be correlated and the exact location
Of the hulk determined.
We know the wreck beneath us Is
large; larger than that We sighted
last Friday less than half a mile
from the spot wherein We concern
trated our efforts today. We know.
also that the waters of Klnsale are
lined with the wreckage of mer-
chantmen of war and peace that
have gone to the bottom since time
immemorable.
We recognize that our search may
be long and hard, that We may have
to search countless hulks before our
object is found.
And Who Can Teuo
But we hope that The wreck sight
ed today will prove to be our quarry.
The eyes through which we peer at
the ocean floor are the eyes Of
sound, echoes that travel with
mathematical precision to and from
the bottom with such uncanny ac-
curacy that We can measure tbs
angled depths by means of them.
Who can tell but what the Lusi-
tania may be found less than
stones throw from the spot where
Capt. Russell laid his first white
buoy? Last night, as We sailed at
dusk from the scene where our hope
for today lies, We could see the two
markers receding in the half dark
ness. the white flag that designates
the scene Of the expeditions first
search. and the red where the first
diver to stand on the sunken Lusi-
tanias decks may see the surface
close over his headpiece as he sinks
slowly downward in search of gold
and history.