BLOWN UP BY A SUBMARINE
You will be surprised to learn that the Chums had no trouble whatever
in sneaking off the canal boat and secreting themselves on a packet
bound for Queenstown that night.
Before boarding the boat Billy said, “This boat is not sailing for
America, but we must take any boat we can get on to escape from France
where we are so well known. If we don’t, we will be captured and sent
back into the army in no time. When we get to Queenstown, we can ship
on another bound for the United States of America, for many boats stop
there before crossing the ocean to pick up the last mail from England.”
The boat they were on left the dock at about half past nine, with all
lights out, as was necessary to avoid attracting the attention of the
submarines that infested those waters. For a wonder the Channel was
smooth as glass and as the night was clear, with a big moon shining,
anything afloat on the water could be seen for miles.
“Keep your weather eye peeled for submarine periscopes!” said Billy to
Stubby and Button as they lay on the forward deck, looking out over the
water.
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It was after midnight and every one was in bed but the officers of the
ship and the sailors on the lookout for submarines when Billy’s sharp
eyes saw something that looked like a log of wood standing straight up
in the water. Before he could call out, “A periscope!” a black object
was seen skipping over the surface of the water and the next thing he
knew he was flying up in the air amid a spray of water. When he came
down he struck the water about a hundred feet from where he went up and
he felt himself going down, down, down toward the bottom of the ocean.
But it was too deep for him to strike bottom here, so after going down,
down, down, he began to come up, up, up, and when he got to the surface
and shook the water out of his eyes, he looked around to see if he
could discover Stubby or Button. And oh, joy! there they both were
swimming towards him unhurt.
Luckily for them, not one of them had been injured in the least. Just
then a big piece of wreckage that would act as a raft floated near
them and they all crawled upon it, and were just in time to see what
was left of the packet sink beneath the waves. They also saw that two
lifeboats were afloat toward which many black heads could be seen
swimming. Soon the swimmers reached the boats and climbed into them,
and Billy saw they were the Captain and officers of the ship along
with some of the sailors and passengers. As soon as they were in the
lifeboats, they began picking up the people they saw in the water,
and as there were but few passengers aboard all were saved. For a
wonder the U-boat did not send another torpedo after them which in all
probability they would have done had they not been frightened away by
a guard boat coming to the rescue. After it had chased the submarine
away, it came back and picked up all the passengers of the lifeboats
and steamed away toward Ireland with them as they happened to be very
near Queenstown.
Now none of the people had seen or heard the Chums on their raft though
Billy baaed, Stubby barked and Button mewed.
“Well, there are two or three things to be thankful for,” said Billy.
“First of all, we are alive and unhurt. The next is that the tide is
carrying us inshore instead of out to sea, and the wind is blowing
that way too. But most important of all is the fact that we are not far
from land, and if the tide doesn’t turn and carry us out to sea, we
should reach land at the rate we are floating now in about two hours.
If we see the tide is turning, we can jump off the raft and swim for
shore.”
“You would see some good in every situation, even if your home was
burning,” declared Button.
“Well, wouldn’t you?” asked Billy.
“No. I nearly always feel despondent when in bad luck until I get mad
and think what is the use. Then I make the best of whatever comes,
while patient little Stubby here says nothing but just saws wood, as
the saying is.”
Soon after daylight the raft touched the shore, and the Chums lost no
time in leaving it, I can tell you. In the distance up the shore they
saw a number of fishermen’s cottages. Stubby and Button proposed to
walk up to them and see if they could not get something to eat, while
Billy waited for them near by and made his breakfast of shamrock, for
they were on Irish soil, the native heath of the shamrock.
The fishermen received them kindly, and gave them plenty to eat and
drink. Then a quarrel arose as to who should own the dog and cat that
had come to them so strangely. At last it was proposed to auction them
off. The bidding was in kegs of fish instead of in money, however.
While the excitement of the bidding was going on, Stubby and Button
thought it a good time to steal away and join Billy. The last Stubby
heard were these words, “I’ll give three kegs of fresh fish for the
little dog!”
When they got back to Billy, they hurriedly told him what was up and
explained that the men Billy saw waving their arms and shouting were
only bidding in the auction and not preparing to fight each other.
“But we better scoot out of here before they miss us or we will be
captured and tied up.” And for the next half hour the Chums ran
straight inland, only stopping long enough to get their breath, then
running on some more. They were not followed, however, and at last they
slowed down beside the roadside to listen to the passersby, to try to
find out what part of Ireland they were in and how far it was to the
nearest seaport from which large vessels sailed. Imagine their joy when
they found they were only four miles from Queenstown and on the direct
road that led there!
It was no trick at all to reach that city and when they arrived they
went straight to the wharf to look for a boat to carry them still
nearer America.
“Look! Billy, look!” exclaimed Stubby. “There is a big camouflaged
troop ship lying at the dock. They can’t fool _me_ with their
camouflaged ships; I have seen too many of them.”
For the next few minutes you could not see the Chums for dust as they
ran toward the ship. Sure enough, it was just as Stubby said. It was
an empty troop ship returning to the United States of America for more
soldiers, and had only stopped here for coal and provisions. There not
being any troops aboard, it was easy for the Chums to steal on board
and hide themselves until the ship was away out to sea before showing
themselves.
“I bet you,” said Stubby, “that that old submarine that blew us up was
waiting for this troop ship in the hopes of blowing it up and while
waiting for it to put to sea, they just blew up the packet we were on
to keep their hands in.”
“I shouldn’t wonder in the least,” replied Stubby, “if that was just
what they were up to. And perhaps we will be torpedoed again.”
“Well, I will take my chance, won’t you, fellows?” said Billy, “for I
am anxious to set foot on American soil once more, and I want it to be
the U. S. part of it, not South America or Mexico.”
“Listen!” commanded Button. “I hear the propeller beginning to move.”
This so excited Button that he jumped up and ran up and down the big
coal pile beside which he had been hiding. This started the coal to
rolling so that it nearly buried Stubby and Billy under it, and filled
their eyes with coal dust.
“You stupid, stop that!” barked Stubby. “Do you want to bury us alive,
or have some one come to see why the coal started rolling?”
“No, of course not, but I am so glad to be on the last lap of our
journey home that I had to express myself in action or blow up.”
“I should think you had had enough blow-ups for one while. And you are
likely to have another before we reach New York harbor, for which port
I hear this ship is bound,” said Billy.
“New York, did you say?” asked Stubby. “Oh, I am so glad we are sailing
for New York instead of for Philadelphia, Baltimore or some other port.
I always like to return to America by way of New York and have the
Goddess of Liberty welcome me home with extended arms.”
The trip across the Atlantic was a fast and pleasant one and the Chums
made friends of all on board, just as they always did wherever they
were.
They waited until the second day at sea before they showed themselves,
and when they came slowly walking up on deck and stood before the
Captain as much as to say, “Here we are! You may do with us what you
will,” he nearly fell over with surprise and then took pity on them,
for they were a sorry, hungry looking trio after having been shut in
the coal bunker for a day and a night. He ordered them scrubbed and
fed, and when he saw them again he did not recognize them at once, for
he thought they were all three black. Now the dust was washed off them,
he found only one was black, while one was yellow and the other white.
As he stood looking at them, the sailor who had been ordered to wash
them came up and after saluting the Captain said,
“Captain, will you kindly read what is on the medals around their
necks? They each have one, but they do not show unless you look for
them as they are concealed by their hair. When we went to work on them
we found each wore a medal around his neck.”
While the Captain was reading the medal Billy wore, he had a good
look at the Captain and was surprised that he had not noticed before
that this Captain was the very same one with whom he had crossed when
he sailed for France with his regiment. At the same time the Captain
recognized Billy.
“Well, well, Billy, old boy, how are you? But no need to ask, for you
are looking fine. And the only thing different I see about you is that
you have lost the end of your tail. Blown off by a bomb, I bet! But
where did you pick up your two friends? Wait; I will read what their
medals say and perhaps that will throw some light on who they are.
Lieutenant, come here!” called the Captain to a second lieutenant who
was passing. “Just read these medals and see whom we have with us.”
“Holy Moses!” exclaimed the lieutenant. “This is a find! Didn’t you
know that there is a reward of one thousand dollars offered for each of
these animals by the regiments they belong to?”
“Jumping ginger! You don’t mean it?” exclaimed the Captain. “They must
have gotten homesick and run away.”
“You have said it!” baaed Billy, “and there is no place like home when
that home is in the United States of America.”
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THE END
ZIP
The Adventures of a Frisky Fox Terrier
BY FRANCES TREGO MONTGOMERY
The Well-Known Author of
THE BILLY WHISKERS SERIES
Zip is the adventure-loving, frolicsome pet of the popular doctor of
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undertake much at which the physician would shake his head in fear. In
fact, Zip dares anything and anybody. He is known and beloved by all
the village folk, who are kept on the _qui vive_ wondering what will be
Zip’s next outbreak.
His life is far from one of peace. The unexpected is continually
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active little, dear little, frisky little Zip. He will be found to be a
splendid story-book play-fellow by every boy and girl.
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By FRANCES TREGO MONTGOMERY
BILLY WHISKERS
Billy Whiskers is a mischievous creature, full of wickedness and folly,
whose antics have furnished fun for a million readers. The child enjoys
every moment after he is introduced to the irresistible fellow.
BILLY WHISKERS’ KIDS
“Recounting the adventures of Day and Night, twin kids of the
nursery-famous Billy Whiskers. This is a stirring tale of travel and
trouble and mischief that will delight the little world.”--_Galveston
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BILLY WHISKERS, JR.
“Night, now grown, is known as Billy Whiskers, Jr. and as he has
all the personal traits which made his father’s career one round of
surprising activity and astonishing adventure, the son will be quite as
well beloved as his sire.”--_Chicago Record Herald._
BILLY WHISKERS’ TRAVELS
In which the ever active Billy tours Europe, each city in turn
furnishing ample opportunity for fun for sight-seeing Billy.
BILLY WHISKERS AT THE CIRCUS
“Everything goes well enough with Billy until a circus comes to town,
and then just like the small boy, he made up his mind to go, come what
might and cost what it would. He made preparations for a week and went,
there to meet with all manner of adventures, becoming so infatuated
with the life that he joined it.”--_Des Moines Capital._
BILLY WHISKERS AT THE FAIR
In going to the Fair, Billy Whiskers didn’t leave a single prank at
home. He had more fun to the minute than most others have to the hour.
What he didn’t do and didn’t see is not worth relating.
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By FRANCES TREGO MONTGOMERY
BILLY WHISKERS’ FRIENDS
This story of how Billy Whiskers and his wife Nannie journey west in
search of their son, Billy Whiskers, Jr., teems with exciting incident
and ludicrous situation.
BILLY WHISKERS, JR. AND HIS CHUMS
The Chums are a black cat and a yellow dog, and together this trio make
a trip from San Francisco immediately after the great earthquake back
to Billy’s former home in the east.
BILLY WHISKERS’ GRANDCHILDREN
Being a laughable record of the adventures that come to Punch and Judy,
Billy’s grandchildren.
BILLY WHISKERS’ VACATION
Promising his faithful wife to be back within a year and a day, active
Billy starts on another ramble, to meet as many exciting adventures as
in his younger days.
BILLY WHISKERS KIDNAPED
Because Billy is a valuable goat, two men determine to kidnap him, and
after many attempts they succeed. The Chums unearth the plot, and take
up the trail--but what happens it is the right of the author to tell in
her own charming way.
BILLY WHISKERS’ TWINS
Billy’s twin children go to a famous summer resort, now being owned
by children who sojourn there each year. Father Billy and the Chums
follow, and the five make merry during the season, enjoying it fully as
much as any of the cottagers.
BILLY WHISKERS IN AN AEROPLANE
Billy keeps step with the progress of the world, and here we find him
making a cross-country flight in an aeroplane race, with the Chums in
rival machines.
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_FRANCES TREGO MONTGOMERY’S BOOKS_
The Wonderful Electric Elephant
“A new and fascinating sort of fairy story.”--_Salt Lake Tribune._
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“A book in which youth will take keen pleasure.”--_The Bookseller._
Among the tales of travel for boys and girls there are few which record
such strange adventures as befell the owners of the wonderful Electric
Elephant.
By a fortunate chance, Harold Fredericks comes into possession of a
wonderful mechanical elephant, so ingeniously contrived that it will
pass for a real animal, even under closest inspection. The interior is
fitted up luxuriously, affording the finest accommodations for Harold
and the traveling companion whom he secures by another lucky chance.
The young folks have a journey quite unlike any on record, meeting
adventures both on land and sea.
The boy or girl who wants something new in the story line will surely
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ON A LARK TO THE PLANETS
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“This sprightly author holds the record for
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Some time ago a book appeared which has been a delight to thousands of
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to the Planets.” The contents of this new volume makes a feast for the
young mind, telling of a journey Harold and Ione took to the planets.
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A CHRISTMAS WITH SANTA CLAUS
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_The Buffalo Courier_ says:
“Frances Trego Montgomery has the happy faculty of knowing what the
small boy and his sister like in the way of fiction.”
“A CHRISTMAS WITH SANTA CLAUS” is the title of an ideal Christmas book
by Frances Trego Montgomery, illustrated in colors in a most bewitching
way.
The story recites the adventures of Jack and Gladys, whom Santa picks
up and whisks away to the Northland. There they make the acquaintance
of Mrs. Santa, and help fill the Saint’s chimney bags. When all is
ready and the sleigh is packed, they accompany old Santa on his annual
trip.
“If you doubt the joys of a ‘Christmas with Santa Claus,’ read of the
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gathered into his home. Mrs. Montgomery introduces you to his motherly
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SANTA CLAUS’ TWIN BROTHER
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“Mrs. Montgomery’s ideas are touched with the sparkle of real genius.
It’s a delight to travel in her company.”
Can anyone make a better play-fellow than Santa himself? That is the
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Claus.” And likely they would ask it in vain if Mrs. Montgomery had not
written “Santa Claus’ Twin Brother.” This lively story convinces them
that there is one other who enters into their moods just as thoroughly
as the merry old fellow with ruddy face and snowy beard, and why should
he not, for he is Kris Kringle, twin brother of Santa.
Four little children are fortunate enough to have a frolic with these
two merry fellows, and their laughter rings through every page of the
captivating story.
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TRANSCRIBER’S NOTES:
Italicized or underlined text is surrounded by underscores: _italics_.
Obvious typographical errors have been corrected.
Inconsistencies in hyphenation have been standardized.