A PROPHECY FULFILLED.
This authentic news of the position of the enemy, combined with the
vague rumours of other landings at Yarmouth, along the coast at some
unknown point north of Cromer, at King's Lynn, and other places,
produced an enormous sensation in London, while the Central News
account, circulated to all the papers in the Midlands and Lancashire,
increased the panic in the manufacturing districts.
The special edition of the "Evening Star," issued about six o'clock on
Tuesday evening, contained another remarkable story which threw some
further light upon the German movements. It was, of course, known that
practically the whole of the Norfolk and Suffolk coast was already held
by the enemy, but with the exception of the fact that the enemy's
cavalry vedettes and reconnoitring patrols were out everywhere at a
distance about twenty miles from the shore, England was entirely in the
dark as to what had occurred anywhere else but at Lowestoft. Attempts
had been made to penetrate the cavalry screen at various points, but in
vain. What was in progress was carefully kept a secret by the enemy. The
veil was, however, now lifted. The story which the "Evening Star" had
obtained exclusively, and which was eagerly read everywhere, had been
related by a man named Scotney, a lobster-fisherman, of Sheringham, in
Norfolk, who had made the following statement to the chief officer of
coastguard at Wainfleet, in Lincolnshire:
"Just before dawn on Sunday morning I was in the boat with my son Ted
off the Robin Friend, taking up the lobster pots, when we suddenly saw
about three miles off shore a mixed lot of curious-looking craft strung
out right across the horizon, and heading apparently for Cromer. There
were steamers big and little, many of them towing queer flat-bottomed
kind of boats, lighters, and barges, which, on approaching nearer, we
could distinctly see were filled to their utmost capacity with men and
horses.
"Both Ted and I stood staring at the unusual sight, wondering whatever
it meant. They came on very quickly, however--so quickly, indeed, that
we thought it best to move on. The biggest ships went along to Weybourne
Gap, where they moored in the twenty-five feet of water that runs in
close to the shore, while some smaller steamers and the flats were run
high and dry on the hard shingle. Before this I noticed that there were
quite a number of foreign warships in the offing, with several
destroyers far away in the distance both to east and west.
"From the larger steamships all sorts of boats were lowered, including
apparently many collapsible whaleboats, and into these, in a most
orderly manner, from every gangway and accommodation-ladder,
troops--Germans we afterwards discovered them to be, to our utter
astonishment--began to descend.
"These boats were at once taken charge of by steam pinnaces and cutters
and towed to the beach. When we saw this we were utterly dumbfounded.
Indeed, at first I believed it to be a dream, for ever since I was a
lad I had heard the ancient rhyme my old father was so fond of
repeating:
"'He who would Old England win,
Must at Weybourne Hoop begin.'
"As everybody knows, nature has provided at that lonely spot every
advantage for the landing of hostile forces, and when the Spanish Armada
was expected, and again when Napoleon threatened an invasion, the place
was constantly watched. Yet nowadays, except for the coastguard, it has
been utterly unprotected and neglected.
"The very first soldiers who landed formed up quickly, and under the
charge of an officer ran up the low hill to the coastguard station, I
suppose in order to prevent them signalling a warning. The funny thing
was, however, that the coastguards had already been held up by several
well-dressed men--spies of the Germans, I suppose. I could distinctly
see one man holding one of the guards with his back to the wall, and
threatening him with a revolver.
"Ted and I had somehow been surrounded by the crowd of odd craft which
dodged about everywhere, and the foreigners now and then shouted to me
words that unfortunately I could not understand.
"Meanwhile, from all the boats strung out along the beach, from
Sheringham right across to the Rocket House at Salthouse, swarms of
drab-coated soldiers were disembarking, the boats immediately returning
to the steamers for more. They must have been packed as tightly as
herrings in a barrel; but they all seemed to know where to go to,
because all along at various places little flags were held by men, and
each regiment appeared to march across and assemble at its own flag.
"Ted and I sat there as if we were watching a play. Suddenly we saw from
some of the ships and bigger barges horses being lowered into the water
and allowed to swim ashore. Hundreds seemed to gain the beach even as we
were looking at them. Then, after the first lot of horses had gone,
boats full of saddles followed them. It seemed as though the foreigners
were too busy to notice us, and we--not wanting to share the fate of Mr.
Gunter, the coastguard, and his mates--just sat tight and watched.
"From the steamers there continued to pour hundreds upon hundreds of
soldiers, who were towed to land, and then formed up in solid squares,
which got bigger and bigger. Horses innumerable--quite a thousand, I
should reckon--were slung overboard from some of the smaller steamers
which had been run high and dry on the beach, and as the tide had now
begun to run down, they landed only knee-deep in water. Those steamers,
it seemed to me, had big bilge keels, for as the tide ebbed they did not
heel over. They had, no doubt, been specially fitted for the purpose.
Out of some they began to hoist all sorts of things, wagons, guns,
motor-cars, large bales of fodder, clothing, ambulances with big red
crosses on them, flat-looking boats--pontoons I think they call
them--and great piles of cooking pots and pans, square boxes of stores,
or perhaps ammunition, and as soon as anything was landed it was hauled
up above high-water mark.
"In the meantime lots of men had mounted on horseback and ridden off up
the lane which leads into Weybourne village. At first half a dozen
started at a time; then, as far as I could judge, about fifty more
started. Then larger bodies went forward, but more and more horses kept
going ashore, as though their number was never-ending. They must have
been stowed mighty close, and many of the ships must have been specially
fitted up for them.
"Very soon I saw cavalry swarming up over Muckleburgh, Warborough, and
Telegraph Hills, while a good many trotted away in the direction of
Runton and Sheringham. Then, soon after they had gone--that is, in about
an hour and a half from their first arrival--the infantry began to move
off, and as far as I could see, they marched inland by every road, some
in the direction of Kelling Street and Holt, others over Weybourne Heath
towards Bodham, and still others skirting the woods over to Upper
Sheringham. Large masses of infantry marched along the Sheringham Road,
and seemed to have a lot of officers on horseback with them, while up on
Muckleburgh Hill I saw frantic signalling in progress.
"By this time they had a quantity of carts and wagons landed, and a
large number of motor-cars. The latter were soon started, and, manned by
infantry, moved swiftly in procession after the troops. The great idea
of the Germans was apparently to get the beach clear of everything as
soon as landed, for all stores, equipment, and other tackle were pushed
inland as soon as disembarked.
"The enemy kept on landing. Thousands of soldiers got ashore without any
check, and all proceeding orderly and without the slightest confusion,
as though the plans were absolutely perfect. Everybody seemed to know
exactly what to do. From where we were we could see the coastguards held
prisoners in their station, with German sentries mounted around; and as
the tide was now setting strong to the westward, Ted and I just let our
anchor off the ground and allowed ourselves to drift. It occurred to me
that perhaps I might be able give the alarm at some other coastguard
station if I could only drift away unnoticed in the busy scene now in
progress.
"That the Germans had actually landed in England now apparent; yet we
wondered what our own fleet could be doing, and pictured to ourselves
the jolly good drubbing that our cruisers would give the audacious
foreigner when they did haul in sight. It was for us, at all costs, to
give the alarm, so gradually we drifted off to the nor'-westward, in
fear every moment lest we should be noticed and fired at. At last we got
around Blakeney Point successfully, and breathed more freely; then
hoisting our sail, we headed for Hunstanton, but seeing numbers of ships
entering the Wash, and believing them to be also Germans, we put our
helm down and ran across into Wainfleet Swatchway to Gibraltar Point,
where I saw the chief officer of coastguards and told him all the
extraordinary events of that memorable morning."
The report added that the officer of coastguard in question had, three
hours before, noticed strange vessels coming up the Wash, and had
already tried to report by telegraph to his divisional inspecting
officer at Harwich, but could obtain no communication. An hour later,
however, it had become apparent that a still further landing was being
effected on the south side of the Wash, in all probability at King's
Lynn.
The fisherman Scotney's statement had been sent by special messenger
from Wainfleet on Sunday evening, but owing to the dislocation of the
railway traffic north of London, the messenger was unable to reach the
offices of the coastguard in Victoria Street, Westminster, until
Monday. The report received by the Admiralty had been treated as
confidential until corroborated, lest undue public alarm should be
caused.
It had then been given to the Press as revealing the truth of what had
actually happened.
The enemy had entered by the back door of England, and the sensation it
caused everywhere was little short of panic.
Some further very valuable information was also received by the
Intelligence Department of the War Office, revealing the military
position of the invaders who had landed at Weybourne Hoop.
The whole of the IVth German Army Corps, about 38,000 men, had been
landed at Weybourne, Sheringham, and Cromer. It consisted of the 7th and
8th Divisions complete, commanded respectively by Major-General Dickmann
and Lieutenant-General von Mirbach. The 7th Division comprised the 13th
and 14th Infantry Brigades, consisting of Prince Leopold of
Anhalt-Dessau's 1st Magdeburg Regiment, the 3rd Magdeburg Infantry
Regiment, Prince Louis Ferdinand von Preussen's 2nd Magdeburg Regiment,
and the 5th Hanover Infantry Regiment. Attached to this division were
the Magdeburg Hussars No. 10, and the Uhlan Regiment of Altmaerk No. 16.
In the 8th Division were the 15th and 16th Brigades, comprising a
Magdeburg Fusilier Regiment, an Anhalt Infantry Regiment, the 4th and
8th Thuringen Infantry, with the Magdeburg Cuirassiers, and a regiment
of Thuringen Hussars. The cavalry were commanded by Colonel Froelich,
while General von Kleppen was in supreme command of the whole corps.
Careful reconnaissance of the occupied area showed that immediately on
landing, the German position extended from the little town of Holt, on
the west, eastward, along the main Cromer road, as far as Gibbet Lane,
slightly south of Cromer, a distance of about five miles. This
constituted a naturally strong position; indeed, nature seemed to have
provided it specially to suit the necessities of a foreign invader. The
ground for miles to the south sloped gently away down to the plain,
while the rear was completely protected, so that the landing could
proceed until every detail had been completed.
_Berlin um Eins!_ _Berlin um Eins!_
Das Kleine Journal
Mittags Ausgabe.
Berlin, Montag, den 3 September 1910
Triumph der
Deutschen
Waffen.
Vernichtung der
Englischen
Flotte.
Von Kronhelm Auf
Dem Vormarsche
Nach London.
[Illustration: THE FIRST NEWS IN BERLIN OF THE GERMAN VICTORY.]
Artillery were massed on both flanks, namely, at Holt and on the high
ground near Felbrigg, immediately south of Cromer. This last-named
artillery was adequately supported by the detached infantry close at
hand. The whole force was covered by a strong line of outposts. Their
advanced sentries were to be found along a line starting from Thornage
village, through Hunworth, Edgefield, Barningham Green, Squallham,
Aldborough, Hanworth, to Roughton. In rear of them lay their pickets,
which were disposed in advantageous situations. The general line of
these latter were at North Street, Pondhills to Plumstead, thence over
to Matlash Hall, Aldborough Hall, and the rising ground north of
Hanworth. These, in their turn, were adequately supplemented by the
supports, which were near Hempstead Green, Baconsthorpe, North
Narningham, Bessingham, Sustead, and Melton.
In case of sudden attack, reserves were at Bodham, West Beckham, East
Beckham, and Aylmerton, but orders had been issued by Von Kleppen, who
had established his headquarters at Upper Sheringham, that the line of
resistance was to be as already indicated--namely, that having the
Holt-Cromer Road for its crest. Cuirassiers, Hussars, and some
motorists--commanded by Colonel von Dorndorf--were acting independently
some fifteen miles to the south scouring the whole country, terrifying
the villagers, commandeering all supplies, and posting Von Kronhelm's
proclamation, which has already been reproduced.
From inquiries it was shown that on the night of the invasion six men,
now known to have been advance agents of the enemy, arrived at the Ship
Inn, at Weybourne. Three of them took accommodation for the night, while
their companions slept elsewhere. At two o'clock the trio let themselves
out quietly, were joined by six other men, and just as the enemy's ships
hove in sight nine of them seized the coastguards and cut the wires,
while the other three broke into the Weybourne Stores, and, drawing
revolvers, obtained possession of the telegraph instrument to Sheringham
and Cromer until they could hand it over to the Germans.
That the Fourth German Army Corps were in a position as strong as those
who landed at Lowestoft could not be denied, and the military
authorities could not disguise from themselves the extreme gravity of
the situation.