THE TRAGEDY OF THE GALE
There is altogether too much to the summer practice cruise for it to be
related in detail.
Nor would the telling of it prove interesting to the reader. When at
sea, save on Sundays, the midshipman's day is one of hard toil.
It is no life for the indolent young man. He is routed out early in the
morning and put at hard work.
On a midshipman's first summer cruise what he learns is largely the work
that is done by the seamen, stokers, water tenders, electricians, the
signal men and others.
Yet he must learn every phase of all this work thoroughly, for some day,
before he becomes an officer, he must be examined as to his knowledge of
all this great mass of detail.
It is only when in port that some relaxation comes into the midshipman's
life. He has shore leave, and a large measure of liberty. Yet he must,
at all times, show all possible respect for the uniform that he wears
and the great nation that he represents. If a midshipman permits himself
to be led into scrapes that many college boys regard as merely "larks,"
he is considered a disgrace to the Naval service.
Always, at home and abroad, the "middy" must maintain his own dignity
and that of his country and service. Should he fail seriously, he is
regarded by his superiors and by the Navy Department as being unfit to
defend the honor of his flag.
The wildest group from the summer practice fleet was that made up of
Pennington and his friends. Pen received more money in France from his
fond but foolish father. Wherever Pennington's group went, they cut a
wide swath of "sport," though they did nothing actually dishonorable.
Yet they were guilty of many pranks which, had the midshipmen been
caught, would have resulted in demerits.
Ports in France, Spain, Portugal and Italy were touched briefly. At some
of these ports the midshipmen received much attention.
But at last the fleet turned back past Gibraltar, and stood on for the
Azores, the last landing point before reaching home.
When two nights out from Gibraltar a sharp summer gale overtook the
fleet. Even the huge battleships labored heavily in the seas, the
"Massachusetts" bringing up the rear.
She was in the same position when the morning broke. The midshipmen,
after breakfast, enjoyed a few minutes on the deck before going below
for duty in the engine rooms, the dynamo room, the "stoke hole" and
other stations.
Suddenly, from the stern rail, there went up the startled cry:
"Man overboard!"
In an instant the marine sentry had tumbled two life-preservers over
into the water.
With almost the swiftness of telegraphy the cry had reached the bridge.
Without stopping to back the engine the big battleship's helm was thrown
hard over, and the great steel fighting craft endeavored to find her own
wake in the angry waters with a view to going back over it.
Signal men broke out the news to the flagship. The other two great
battleships turned and headed back in the interests of humanity.
It seemed almost as though the entire fleet had been swung out of its
course by pressure on an electric button.
Officers who were not on duty poured out. The captain was the first to
reach the quarter-deck. He strode into the midst of a group of
stricken-looking midshipmen.
"Who's overboard!" demanded the commanding officer.
"Hallam, sir----"
"And Darrin, sir----"
"And Dalzell, sir----"
"How many?" demanded the captain sharply.
"Three, sir."
"How did so many fall overboard?"
"Mr. Hallam was frolicking, sir," reported Midshipman Farley, "and lost
his footing."
"But Mr. Darrin and Mr. Dalzell?" inquired the captain sharply.
"As soon as they realized it, sir, Darrin and Dalzell leaped overboard
to go to Hallam's rescue, sir."
"It's a wonder," muttered the captain, glancing shrewdly at the bronzed,
fine young fellows around him, "that not more of you went overboard as
well."
"Many of them would, sir," replied Farley, "but an officer forward
shouted: 'No more midshipmen go overboard,' So we stopped, sir."
Modest Mr. Farley did not mention the fact that he was running toward
the stern, intent on following his chums into the rough sea at the very
instant when the order reached him.
The captain, however, paused for no more information. He was now running
forward to take the bridge beside the watch officer.
The midshipmen, too, hurried forward, mingling with the crew, as the big
battleship swung around and tried to find her wake.
The flagship had crowded on extra steam, and was fast coming over the
seas.
With such a sea running, it was well nigh impossible to make out so
small a thing as a head or a life-preserver, unless it could be observed
at the instant when it crested a wave.
Marine glasses were in use by every officer who had brought his pair to
the deck. Others rushed back to their cabins to get them.
A lieutenant of the marine corps stood forward, close to a big group of
sorrowing midshipmen.
"There are certain to be three vacancies in the Naval Academy," remarked
the lieutenant.
"Don't say that, sir," begged Farley, in a choking voice. "The three
overboard are among the finest fellows in the brigade!"
"I don't want to discourage any of you young gentlemen," continued the
marine corps lieutenant. "But there's just about one chance in a
thousand that we shall be able to sight and pick up any one of the
unlucky three. In the first place, it would take a wonderful swimmer to
live long in such a furious sea. In the second place, if all three are
still swimming, it will be almost out of the question to make out their
heads among the huge waves. You've none of you seen a man overboard
before in a big sea?"
Several of the mute, anxious midshipmen shook their heads.
"You'll realize the difficulties of the situation within the next few
minutes," remarked the lieutenant. "I am sorry to crush your hopes for
your classmates, but this is all a part of the day's work in the Navy."
The largest steam launches from all three of the battleships were being
swiftly lowered. Officers and men were lowered with the launches. As the
launch shoved off from each battleship tremendous cheers followed them.
"Stop all unnecessary noise!" bellowed the watch officer from the bridge
of the "Massachusetts." "You may drown out calls for help with your
racket."
While the three battleships went back over their courses in more stately
fashion, the launches darted here and there, until it seemed as though
they must cover every foot within a square mile.
"I don't see how they can help finding the three," Farley declared
hopefully.
"That is," put in another third classman, "if any of the three are still
afloat."
"Stow all talk of that sort," ordered Farley angrily.
Other midshipmen joined in with their protests. When a man is overboard
in an angry sea all hands left behind try to be optimists.
When fifteen minutes had been spent in the search the onlooking but
helpless middies began to look worried.
At the end of half an hour some of them looked haggard. Farley's face
was pitiable to see.
At the end of an hour of constant but fruitless searching hardly any one
felt any hope of a rescue now.
All three midshipmen, the "man overboard" and his two willing, would-be
rescuers, were silently conceded to be drowned.
Yet the hardest blow of all came when, at the end of an hour and a
quarter, the flagship signaled the recall of the small boats.
Then, indeed, all hope was given up. In an utter human silence, save for
the husky voicing of the necessary orders, the launches were hoisted on
board. Then the flagship flew the signal for resuming the voyage.
There were few dry eyes among the third class midshipmen when the
battleships fell in formation again and proceeded on their way.
As a result of more signals flown from the flagship, all unnecessary
duties of midshipmen for the day were ordered suspended.
In the afternoon the chaplain on each battleship held funeral services
over the three lost midshipmen. Officers, middies and crew attended on
board each vessel.