NIGHT AND MORNING

As darkness fell, our fleets lay between the enemy and his home ports.

During the night our heavy ships, keeping well clear of possible

mine-fields, swept down south to south and west of the Horns Reef, so

that they might pick him up in the morning. When morning came our main

fleet could find no trace of the enemy to the southward, but our

destroyer-flotillas further north had been very busy with enemy ships,

apparently running for the Horns Reef Channel. It looks, then, as if

when we lost sight of the enemy in the smoke screen and the darkness

he had changed course and broken for home astern our main fleets. And

whether that was a sound manoeuvre or otherwise, he and the still

flows of the North Sea alone can tell.

But how is a layman to give any coherent account of an affair where a

whole country's coast-line was background to battle covering

geographical degrees? The records give an impression of illimitable

grey waters, nicked on their uncertain horizons with the smudge and

blur of ships sparkling with fury against ships hidden under the curve

of the world. One sees these distances maddeningly obscured by walking

mists and weak fogs, or wiped out by layers of funnel and gun smoke,

and realises how, at the pace the ships were going, anything might be

stumbled upon in the haze or charge out of it when it lifted. One

comprehends, too, how the far-off glare of a great vessel afire might

be reported as a local fire on a near-by enemy, or _vice versa_; how a

silhouette caught, for an instant, in a shaft of pale light let down

from the low sky might be fatally difficult to identify till too late.

But add to all these inevitable confusions and misreckonings of time,

shape, and distance, charges at every angle of squadrons through and

across other squadrons; sudden shifts of the centres of the fights,

and even swifter restorations; wheelings, sweepings, and regroupments

such as accompany the passage across space of colliding universes.

Then blanket the whole inferno with the darkness of night at full

speed, and--see what you can make of it.

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