The Great Eastern dropped to leeward when her engines stopped. When the

end of the Cable was got in over the bows, and the picking-up engine was

set to work, it was discovered that the locomotive boiler intended to

keep up a head of steam for the machinery, was defective. Steam was then

supplied by one of the boilers of the ship: the drums and wheels of the

picking-up machinery began to revolve, slowly dragging in the Cable over

the bows, with a strain which at times rose from 10 cwt. to 30 cwt.,

leaving a very large margin before the breaking point was reached. The

ship’s bows were kept up to the line of the Cable with great cleverness,

and Mr. Canning and his assistants were perfectly satisfied with their

progress. It would be too much to expect that all on board should be so

easily contented; for in fact the process of picking-up is of the

slowest--a mile an hour was considered to be a fair rate of speed, and a

mile and a-quarter was something to be very thankful for. Still, the

prospect of returning to Ireland and getting back to the shore end, at

the highest of these retrogressive celerities, did not prove attractive.

Our position, by observation at noon, was Lat. 52° 2´ 30´´, Long. 12°

17´ 30´´. As the Cable was in fair working order, Mr. Canning

transmitted a message to Mr. Glass at Knightstown, to send out the

Hawk, in order that he might return in her, and ascertain if the shore

end of the Cable were defective. If that were not the case, he proposed

to sacrifice the portion of Cable already laid, to return and make a new

splice of the main line with the shore end, and to start afresh. In the

course of the evening a message was received from Mr. Glass, informing

Mr. Canning that the Hawk should be sent out as soon as she had coaled

the Caroline. The Terrible sent her First Lieutenant, Mr. Prowse, on

board, to see if she could render us any assistance. The Sphinx was

busied in taking soundings all round the ship, which showed depths

varying from 400 to 480 fathoms. The operation of picking up proceeded

all day and all night--the weather being fine but cloudy.

_Tuesday, July 25th._--The Hawk was observed soon after daybreak coming

towards the Great Eastern. The wind was still light and the sea

moderate. All during the night the process of picking up was carefully

carried on, the Big Ship behaving beautifully, and hanging lightly over

the Cable, as if fearful of breaking the slender cord which swayed up

and down in the ocean. Indeed, so delicately did she answer her helm and

coil in the film of thread-like Cable over her bows, that she put one in

mind of an elephant taking up a straw in its proboscis. At 7·15 a.m.,

Greenwich time, 9½ miles of Cable had been picked up from the sea,

and the thin greyish coating of mud which dropped from it showed that

the bed of the Atlantic here was of a soft ooze. The Cable had been cut

twice on board, to enable the electricians to apply tests separately to

the coils in the tanks. At 9 a.m., ship’s time, when somewhat more than

10¼ miles had been hauled in, to the joy of all the “fault” was

discovered. The Cable came in with flagrant evidence of the mischief.

The cause of so much anxiety, delay, and bitter disappointment turned

out to be a piece of wire of the same kind as that used in the

protecting strands of the Cable itself. It was two inches long or

so--rather bent in the middle, with one end sharp and bright, as if from

a sharp fracture or being cut by a pair of pliers--the other end blunt

and jagged. This piece of wire had been forced through the outer

covering of the Cable into the gutta percha, so as to injure the

insulation, but no one could tell how it got into the tank. The general

impression was, that it was a piece of Cable or other wire which had

been accidently carried into the tank, and forced into the coil by the

pressure of the paying-out machinery as the Cable flew between the

jockey-wheels.

Measures were at once taken to make a new splice and joint, rejecting

the Cable picked up, a good deal of which had been strained in the

process. Signals were made to the fleet that the enemy had been

detected, at 9 a.m., and the Terrible replied, “I congratulate you.”

First a splice was made in the Cable where it had been cut, for the

purpose of testing between the after and fore tanks, and all admired the

neatness and strength with which it was performed--the conducting wires

soldered and lapped over--the gutta percha heated and moulded on the

junction; and, finally, the strands carried over the core and secured.

During the operation the Hawk returned to Valentia with our letters, and

with the good news, which, however, must have been anticipated by the

Cable itself. The splice and joint of the end of Cable towards the shore

and the end from the after tank was next made. Then these splices were

carefully tested and found perfect, and the stream of electricity was

once more sent direct to Valentia. After a detention of some twelve

hours, the paying-out machinery was again put in action, and the Cable

glided out rapidly astern. All seemed to go well. About half a mile of

wire had been paid out, when suddenly all communication between the

shore and ship ceased altogether! From great contentment there was

sudden blank despair! The operators were in consternation. The news

spread from end to end of the ship, which again lay in restless quiet on

the waters. The faces of the most cheerful became overcast--gloomy

forebodings filled men’s minds all at once. Why had the Hawk been sent

back? Why were not more tests made before she left? Away worked the

electricians in their room, connecting and disconnecting, putting in and

taking out stops--intensifying and reducing currents. Not a sign! Not a

shadow of a sign! Mr. de Sauty suggested they had got hold of the wrong

wires, and professors opined that the operators had done wrong in

spending time over the splice between the two tanks at the critical

moment when they should have been watching the signals from the shore.

Anxious groups gathered round the Testing-Room, and the bolder popped in

their heads, as if they could learn anything from the dumb mute wires

and the clicking of the chronometers, or from the silent operators who

bent over the instruments. At 3·15 p.m. the Cable between the two tanks

was again cut, and examination was made to make sure no error had been

made in the communications. Again the wearisome energy of the picking-up

apparatus was to be called into play--once more the Cable was to be

shackled and thrown overboard, and hauled up to the bows and pulled out

of the water. Such a Penelope’s web in 24 hours, all out of this single

thread, was surely disheartening. The Cable in the fore and the main

tanks answered to the tests most perfectly. But that Cable which went

seaward was sullen, and broke not its sulky silence. Even the gentle

equanimity and confidence of Mr. Field were shaken in that supreme hour,

and in his heart he may for a moment have sheltered, though he did not

nurture, the thought that the dream of his life was indeed but a

chimæra. Who could bear up against a life of picking-up? And our

paying-out seemed to have such an undue share of the reverse process

attached to it! But there was a change in the fortunes of the ship and

of its freight. The index light suddenly reappeared on its path in the

Testing-Room, and the wearied watchers were gladdened by the lighting of

the beacon of hope once more. Again there was one of those mutations to

which the flesh of submarine telegraph layers is born heir, and after a

few moments of breathless solicitude, it was announced that the signals

between the ship and the shore had been restored, and that every instant

developed their strength. Mr. de Sauty came out of the Testing-Room to

inform Professor Thomson of the fact, and Mr. Canning’s operations at

the bows of the ship for picking up were most gratefully suspended by

the intelligence that the machinery would not be required. At 4·15 p.m.

the ship steamed on ahead again, and the Terrible and Sphinx were

signalled to come on, 37 hours and 10 minutes having been lost by the

fault, and consequent detentions. Our position, at noon was found to be,

Lat. 51° 58´, Long. 12° 11´; total distance from Valentia, 66½ miles;

total Cable payed-out 74 miles (per centage of slack being 14 miles),

distance from Heart’s Content, 1,596 miles. The communication with shore

continued to improve, and was, in the language of telegraphers, O. K.

The alternations of hope and fear to which we had been exposed were now

pleasantly terminated for the evening, and the saloon became the scene

of joyous and animated conversation, and of a good deal of scientific

discussion, till the approach of midnight.

The cause of the detention was argued fully, but it was not easy to

determine how it came to pass the signalling had been interrupted; it

was generally accounted for by the supposition that the order of the

tests had become deranged whilst the splices were being made on board,

and some of the electricians were inclined to think that the system was

defective, because the intervals were so long that the fault might be

overboard some time before it could be detected.

As the sea and wind rose a little, the speed of the ship was diminished

from 6½ knots to 5 knots, at which rate the Cable ran out beautifully

throughout the night.

_July 26th._--The course of the Cable ran smoothly all throughout the

night. At 8 a.m. the Great Eastern was 150 miles from Valentia, and

161½ miles of Cable, including the shore end, had been laid--the loss

by slack being only 7·63 per cent. The morning was hazy, and a strong

wind from the north-west brought up rather a heavy sea, but the Great

Eastern was as steady as a Thames steamer; indeed the stability of the

vessel was a never-ending theme of admiration. Our consorts were not so

indifferent to the roll of the Atlantic. The Terrible thumped through

the heavy sea, and buried her bows in foam with dogged determination.

The Sphinx gave very unmistakable indications of having a harder enigma

than she bargained for, as she engaged in her task of taking soundings,

which now had become important. We were getting into deep water, having

passed the bank on which there is only 200 fathoms, and had come

suddenly to the slope beginning with 700 fathoms, and running in one

degree to 1,750 fathoms. This slope is not, however, severer than that

of Holborn-hill, though it looks very severe upon the map. Towards noon

the sea and wind increased. The Sphinx, which first sent down topgallant

masts, finally sent down topmasts, but was unable to make head in the

sea way, and dropped further and further astern. At noon our course was

W.N.W. ¾ W., the wind being strong on the port bow, and the weather

thick all round, with drizzling mist. Our position was made out to be

Lat 52° 18´ 42´´, Long. 15° 10´´, distance run 111½ miles, Cable paid

out 125 miles, total distance from Valentia 178 miles. At 1·45 p.m. the

Terrible signalled that the Sphinx was unable to keep up with us, but

the Cable was running so easily it was resolved not to diminish our

speed. Later in the afternoon, the Terrible sent down topgallant masts;

later again, she signalled that we were going too fast for the Sphinx;

but as the Great Eastern was not exceeding 6½ knots an hour, at which

rate the Cable rolled off easily from the drums, the engineers did not

think it advisable to reduce her speed, and so the Sphinx was left

further astern, till at length she was hull down on the grey horizon.

Each hour it became more important to know what depth of water we were

in; and the inconvenience of parting with the Sphinx was felt, as well,

perhaps, as the defective nature of the arrangements with the Admiralty,

which had furnished only one sounding apparatus. The Terrible had got no

deep-sea sounding apparatus. There was none on board of the Great

Eastern. In deep-sea soundings a special apparatus is requisite, and the

leads and the lines ordinarily used by men-of-war only penetrate the

upper strata of the waters of the Atlantic. It was conjectured that we

had passed over the 2,050 fathoms’ soundings, and the Cable proved, by a

slightly increased pressure on the dynamometer, that its trail was

lengthening in the watery waste ere it ruffled the smooth surface of the

ooze two miles below. The insulation tests showed an improvement, and

the transmission of signals between the ship and the shore afforded most

satisfactory indications. At night the wind came round to the

north-west, the sea somewhat decreased, and as evening closed in, the

Terrible drew up on our beam, working two boilers; but when night fell,

the Sphinx was scarcely visible on the distant horizon.

[Illustration: E. Walker, lith from a drawing by R. Dudley

London, Day & Sons. Limited, Lith.

VIEW (LOOKING AFT) FROM THE PORT PADDLE BOX OF GREAT EASTERN SHOWING THE

TROUGH FOR CABLE &c.]

[Illustration: G. McCulloch, lith from a drawing by R. Dudley London,

Day & Sons, Limited, Lith.

THE FORGE ON DECK. NIGHT OF AUGUST 9TH PREPARING THE IRON PLATING FOR

CAPSTAN.]

_July 27th._--Morning broke on a bright bounding sea and clear blue sky.

From the Testing-Room came gratifying reports of the improved insulation

of the Cable, which had been caused by the immersion of the Cable in

colder water. We were now approaching an undulation in the bed of the

Atlantic in which the soundings decreased rather abruptly from 2,100 to

1,529 fathoms. The engineers were perfectly satisfied with the manner in

which the machinery was working, and the mode in which the Cable ran

out. The complete success of the enterprise, after this fair start,

appeared to be a matter beyond doubt. The fore tank was now got ready

for the paying-out of the Cable as soon as the coils in the after tank

should be exhausted, and the framework for the crinoline was erected

over the hatchway. At noon, our position by observation was Lat. 52° 34´

30´´, Long. 19° 0´ 30´´, distance run 141 miles, distance from Valentia

320 miles, Cable paid out 158 miles. The Terrible was on our port beam

at some distance, but the Sphinx was nowhere visible, although our speed

had not much exceeded 6 knots an hour. There was in the universal

benevolence of the moment a feeling of sympathy for our lagging

guardians. The conviction grew that the work was nearly accomplished.

Some were planning out journeys through the United States, others

speculated on the probability of sport in Newfoundland: the date of our

arrival was already determined upon. The sound of the piano, a tribute

to our own contentment, rose from the saloon, and now and then the notes

of a violin became entwined in the melodious labyrinth through which the

amateur professors wandered with uncertain fingers. The artists sketched

vigorously. Men stretched their legs lustily along the decks, or

penetrated, with easy curiosity for the first time into the recesses of

the Leviathan that bore them. None of them indeed found out the

hiding-place of the ghost who haunts the ship; but they discovered

crypts under the tanks, and meandered and crept about the shafts and

boilers of the tremendous gloominess--vast and dark as the Halls of

Eblis. The ghost on board the Great Eastern, to which I have alluded, is

believed to be the disembodied essence of a poor plate-riveter, who

disappeared in some aperture of the nascent ship, never to be seen of

mortal eye again, and who was supposed to have been riveted up by the

hammers of preparation so closely that not even his spirit could escape.

And so it, or he, is heard at all hours, with ghostly hammer,

tap-tap-tapping on the iron walls of his prison as incessant as that

cruel Raven, even through the clangour of donkey-engines and the crash

of matter. There was now and then a slight indication of unsteadiness,

which made one uncertain whether the wine was very strong or the Great

Eastern unusually frolicsome; but, as a matter of fact and truth, not a

man aboard could imagine as he sat in the grand saloon that he was at

sea at all. Every hour on board the ship increased our regard for all

her qualities, except her capacity of making noise and producing smoke,

but both of these were tokens and necessary conditions of her high

working energies.

_July 28th._--A night more of joyous progress--all going on most

successfully--not a hitch in Cable, machinery, or ship. It was worth

while to go aft and look at the Cable as, every inch scanned by watchful

eyes, and noted in books, it flew through the whole apparatus of jockeys

and drums and dynamometers, and then in a gentle curve skimmed the

surface of the ocean more than 200 feet astern ere it went “plump,

plunging down amid the assembly of the whales.” Our course was N.W. ½

W., and the wind at W.N.W., not too strong, was just what we desired.

The Terrible kept on our port beam. The Sphinx was not to be seen. Our

position at noon was Lat. 52° 45´, Long. 23° 18´ 4´´ (another reading

gave 23° 15´ 45´´), distance run since yesterday 155½ miles, Cable

paid out 174 miles. Distance from Valentia 474 miles; distance from

Heart’s Content 1,188·5 miles. The water was supposed to vary from 1,529

to 1950 fathoms in depth. There was something almost monotonous in our

success; no ships to be seen, only our severe-looking consort, with her

black hull and two funnels and paddle-boxes, on the round blue shield of

which the Great Eastern was the boss. Even the sea-birds had begun to

leave us, and a whale and a few porpoises which revealed their beauties

to a favoured few were regarded as an envied treat. As the departure of

the Sphinx had left one flank open, and that the most vulnerable, the

Great Eastern signalled to the Terrible to prevent any vessel from the

N.W. crossing our course, and soon afterwards the man-of-war steamed and

took up her station on our starboard quarter, where she remained

throughout the day and night. There was a sense of companionship in

seeing her near us.

_Saturday, July 29th._--“Everything has gone on most admirably during

the night.” Such was the report from electricians, and engineers, and

officers this morning. The electrical condition of the Cable furnished

results most satisfactory to Mr. Varley and to Professor Thomson. The

tests showed that in copper-resistance, insulation, and every other

particular, the Cable was exhibiting an excellence far beyond the

specified standard. Coil after coil whirled off from the tank and passed

away to sea as easily as the lightning flash itself; and Valentia was

joined to us by a lengthening thread, which seemed stronger and more

sentient as it lengthened. In the night the Terrible had vanished, but

she came in sight in the morning, and drew up closer to us. As the sea

was calm, and the Cable ran out so beautifully, the speed of the

steamer, and consequent rate of paying-out of the Cable, were increased;

and it looked as if there was really no limit to the velocity at which

the process could be conducted under favouring circumstances. Yes;

“Heart’s Content” on August 5th was certain. What could prevent it? The

fault which had occurred was caused by an accident most unlikely to

happen again. So we pored over our maps and marked out the soundings in

the little bay in Newfoundland, and imagined what sort of place it was,

as men will do of spots they have never visited.

At noon our position was, Lat. 52° 33´ 30´´ (another reading, 52° 38´

30´´), Long. 27° 40´. Distance run, 160 miles. Distance from Valentia,

634·4 miles. Distance to Heart’s Content, 1,028 miles. The Great Eastern

had passed over the valley in the plateau where the Atlantic deepens to

2,400 fathoms. At 9 a.m. we had shoaled our water to 2000 fathoms, or 2

nautical miles.

Happy is the Cable-laying that has no history. Here might the day’s

record have well been closed. But it was not so to be. At 1·10 p.m.

(ship’s time), an ill-omened activity about the Testing-Room, which had

been visible for some time, reached its climax. The engines were slowed,

in five minutes the great ship was motionless. In an instant afterwards

every one was on deck, and the evil tidings flew from lip to lip.

Something was wrong with the Cable again. But the worst was not known.

“Another fault,” was the word. When I went into the Testing-Room and

found all the electricians so grave, I suspected more serious mischief

than a diminution of insulation; and so it was. They had found “dead

earth”--in other words, a complete destruction of insulation, and an

uninterrupted escape of the current into the sea. About 716 miles

(nautical) had been payed-out when the ship stopped so suddenly. Up to

2·40 o’clock, p.m. (Greenwich time), signals had been received from the

shore in regular routine. At 3 o’clock the electricians on board began

to send the current through to the shore, and in three minutes

afterwards the galvanometer indicated “dead earth.” So it was pretty

clear the injury was close to the ship, and had gone over in the

interval between 2·40 p.m. and 3·4 p.m. At 3^{h} 3´ 30´´ (Greenwich

time), the electrician on duty saw the index light of Thomson’s

galvanometer fly out of bounds whilst he was passing a current to

Valentia. The nature of the injury was so decided as to admit of no

doubt.

But in order to make assurance doubly sure two cuts were made in the

Cable, whilst the steam was being got up forward to be in readiness for

the most retrograde of all backward movements--picking-up. The whole

length of Cable in the tanks was first tested, and found to be in

admirable condition. Then a test outward gave “dead earth” not far

overboard. The next cut at the bottom of the coil in the after tank gave

the same result. The third cut was near the top of the coil in the after

tank, and confirmed the testimony of the other two tests. The usual

preparations were then made to shackle the Cable ere it was cut and

cast overboard with its tow rope of iron wire, an operation which always

caused the gravest misgivings. It was admitted that there was a certain

amount of danger in it, and more in the picking-up; but then, when the

question was asked “What would you do?” the answer was not so easy. At

first it might appear natural to back the ship, and take up the Cable

from the stern; but unfortunately ships in general will not steer stern

foremost, and the Great Eastern certainly would not. It was obvious that

if Cables could not be secured against “faults,” the mode of taking them

in would have to be amended.

This was one of the most harassing days we had yet encountered; but it

proved not to be the most trying we were to endure in our short eventful

history. All our calculations were falsified. Newfoundland was seen at

its true distance, the piano ceased, men discussed various schemes for

avoiding the transfer of the Cable from stern to the bow, on every

occasion of picking-up. But all our difficulty had been overcome with

such certainty, and it was so evident all would go well if no more

faults existed in the Cable, that faith, in the ultimate success of the

enterprise became, strengthened rather than diminished.

Whilst the tests were being made the Cable was running out by its own

weight and the drifting of the ship, at a strain varying from 8 cwt. to

20 cwt., giving at every fathom an increase of labour in the subsequent

picking up. The sailors regarded the process of cutting the Cable with

distrust; but the Cable men, accustomed to it, had no such serious

apprehensions. Still the whole system of iron chains, iron rope,

stoppers, and bights, is very complicated. The Cable cannot be checked

in such cases till an instant before it is cut, and must be let run out

for fear of the ship dragging upon it; and to the inexperienced eye it

looked as if the Great Eastern were bent on snapping the thin black

thread which cut the waves like a knife-blade as she rose and fell on

the swell. When the strain increased, the Cable ran with an edge of

seething foam frittering before it backwards and forwards in the track

of the ship, taut as a bar of steel. It was a relief to see the end cut

at last, and splash over, with shackle chain and wire rope, into the

water. Then began an orderly tumult of men with stoppers and guy ropes

along the bulwarks and in the shrouds, and over the boats, from stern to

stem, as length after length of wire rope flew out after the Cable. The

men under the command of Mr. Canning were skilful in their work; but as

they clamoured and clambered along the sides, and over the boats, and

round the paddle-boxes, hauling at hawsers, and slipping bights, and

holding on and letting go stoppers, the sense of risk and fear for the

Cable could not be got out of one’s head. The chief officer, Mr. Halpin,

by personal exertion, made himself conspicuous, and rendered effectual

assistance; and Capt. Anderson, on the bridge, watched and directed

every movement of the ship with skill and vigilance. But still pitches

and foulings would take place for an instant, and it needed all our

confidence in Mr. Canning and his staff to tolerate this picking-up

system with any temper. Thousands of fathoms down we knew the end of the

cable was dragging along the bottom, fiercely tugged at by the Great

Eastern through its iron line. If line or Cable parted, down sank the

Cable for ever. At last our minds were set at rest by the commencement

of the restorative process. The head of the Great Eastern was got round

slowly, and pointed eastwards. The iron wire rope was at length coming

in over the bows through the picking-up machinery. In due, but in weary

time, the end of the Cable appeared above the surface, and was hauled on

board and passed aft towards the drum. The stern is on these occasions

deserted; the clack of wheels, before so active, ceases; and the forward

part of the vessel is crowded with those engaged in the work, and with

those who have only to look on. The little chimneys of the boilers at

the bows vomit forth clouds of smoke, the two eccentric-looking engines

working the pick-up drums and wheels make as much noise as possible,

brakesmen take their places, indicator and dynamometer play their parts,

and all is life and bustle forwards, as with slow unequal straining the

Cable is dragged up from its watery bed.

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