THE RUSSIAN SUBMARINE.

By dint of wheedling entreaty and the most lavish promises on my part

that I would on no account attempt to do any actual work, I succeeded in

inducing the doctor to discharge me from the hospital on the second day

after the departure of the Admiral, with General Oku's transports, to

Pi-tse-wo.

I was discharged shortly after eleven o'clock in the morning, and was

conveyed in a hand ambulance down to the landing-place, where my boat

was waiting for me, having been semaphored for, the instant that I

obtained my discharge. I was glad to find myself aboard my own little

ship once more; and the crew seemed to be as glad to see me as I was to

see them; for it appeared that during my absence the _Kasanumi_ had been

employed upon nothing but patrol work, which was not at all to the taste

of my lads. Young Hiraoka, my lieutenant, seemed keenly disappointed

when he learned that our most exciting work, for some time to come, was

to be the construction of the long boom; but philosophically remarked

that no doubt as soon as the Russians learned what we were about, we

should have a few of their destroyers paying us a call, when we might

hope for a little fun.

By the time that I got aboard, it was noon; and I at once signalled the

transports, asking how soon they could be ready to start. The reply was

that, not expecting to be called upon to go to sea so soon, their fires

were all out--but boilers were full and fires laid, and they could have

steam in three hours; whereupon I made the signal to light fires at

once, and report when they were ready to move. Then I got into a

reclining chair under the awning aft, and, having partaken of a hasty

luncheon, treated myself to a snooze, since I expected to be up all

night.

We all got under way shortly after three o'clock in the afternoon, and,

having cleared the harbour, headed away north-west for the Elliot group.

The weather was, for a wonder, beautifully fine, no fog, very few

clouds, brilliant sunshine, very little wind, and the water as smooth as

a mill pond; consequently we made very good progress, although the speed

of the slowest transport was only ten knots, and of course the rest of

us had to regulate our pace by hers. Had the weather been threatening I

should of course have been anxious, but the barometer stood high, and as

even at ten knots the passage would only occupy about thirteen hours, I

felt quite easy in my mind.

The trip across the Yellow Sea was made without mishap or adventure

until we arrived within about twelve miles of our destination. The

night was still gloriously fine, the water smooth, the stars brilliant,

and the moon, within about an hour of setting, hung in the western sky,

spreading a broad path of silver on the surface of the gently heaving

sea. It was a few minutes after four bells in the middle watch when,

having been dozing for some time in my chair, which had been taken up to

the bridge for my convenience, I scrambled to my feet and began to pace

to and fro, for I was feeling somewhat chilly, although wrapped in a

good warm ulster.

The beauty of the night fascinated me. It was so calm and peaceful, and

the air, although a trifle cool, was yet bland, as though it were a

breath of the coming summer; and, looking back upon what we had been

called upon to endure of storm and darkness, and bitter, numbing cold

and wet, I rejoiced that summer was at hand, hoping that, before winter

came again, there would be peace, and that our nightly buffetings by

arctic winds, hail, snow, and icy seas would be at an end.

As these thoughts passed through my mind, my gaze fixed itself

contemplatively on the broad path of silver--now imperceptibly changing

to liquid gold--cast upon the surface of the sea by the setting moon;

and, as I gazed, I gradually became aware of a tiny black object, about

a mile away, on our port bow, rising and falling with the lazy heave of

the swell. In that mine-strewn sea the smallest and least conspicuous

floating object demanded one's instant and most careful attention, and

whipping my binoculars out of the case, strapped to the bridge rail, I

quickly focused them upon it. Through the glasses it looked very like

the top of a ship's galley funnel, though not quite so stout, and it was

moving as though to cross our hawse, for with the help of the glasses I

could see the little ripple of scintillating foam it piled up before it.

I knew in an instant what it was, for I had seen submarines before, and

at once recognised the slender object forging through the water out

yonder as the upper portion of a submarine's periscope.

Of course she had seen us, probably a good half-hour before, or she

would not be submerged; and the course she was steering indicated that

she was bent upon mischief.

I congratulated myself upon having sighted her in good time before

entering her danger zone, for the _Kasanumi_ was about a mile ahead of

the main body of our little fleet, and I felt that I should have time to

deal with her before the others came up. The question was: would she

attack the destroyer, or would she allow us to pass and reserve her

energies for the transports, under the impression that they were

carrying troops? It was impossible to guess, and it would never do to

take any chance; I therefore pointed out the periscope to young Hiraoka,

told him what it was, and then ordered him to go down quietly, have the

hands called, and get all guns loaded. The thought of trying to get in

a torpedo before the Russian discharged hers, occurred to me; but I

decided against it, as some of our torpedoes had a trick of running

erratically.

Meanwhile, we continued to potter along at ten knots, as though we had

seen nothing and had not so much as the ghost of a suspicion that

submarines were in our neighbourhood. There was but one, so far as I

could see; and indeed until that moment we never suspected the Russians

of having any in those seas, although vague rumours--which we had never

been able to substantiate--had reached us of submarines having been

brought overland to Port Arthur from Petersburg in sections.

With my eyes glued to my binoculars, and my binoculars focused steadily

upon that small pole-like object protruding a bare two feet above that

shimmering, silvery sheen of water, I directed the signalman near me to

ring down the order to the engine-room to "Stand by"; and then to fetch

our wireless operator to me. In a few words I explained the situation

to this youngster, when he came, and gave him his orders, while the

sounds of Hiraoka's preparations came to my ears.

Suddenly, as I watched the periscope every moment becoming more

distinct, I noticed that the ripple of foam about it was steadily

lessening, and presently it disappeared altogether. The submarine had

evidently stopped her engines, and was lying in wait, either to torpedo

us as we passed, or to permit us to pass on unsuspecting, and then get

in her work upon the transports. It was a bit of luck which I had not

dared to hope for, and I instantly made my plans. Steadily the

_Kasanumi_ held on, as though utterly unsuspecting, steering a course

which, if continued, would take us athwart the submarine's hawse at a

distance of about three hundred yards, or less than half the effective

range of her torpedo.

Was she stealthily altering her position under water, turning her bows

toward us, so as to torpedo us the moment we should arrive within range,

or was she trusting that her presence was undetected, and waiting

patiently for the moment when we should cross her bows as she lay? The

latter, I believed, for she could not cant toward us without going

either ahead or astern, and she could not do either without her

periscope raising a ripple; and I was certain that nothing of that sort

had happened. I determined to risk something, after all, to put that

submarine out of action, and so held steadily on. At length we arrived

so close that I could see the periscope almost as distinctly without the

glasses as with them, and still intently watching it, I laid my hand on

the engine-room telegraph, carefully estimating the steadily decreasing

distance which separated us from moment to moment.

Six hundred yards. Five hundred. Four-fifty. Four hundred. I crashed

the telegraph handles over to "Full speed ahead!" on both engines, and

never moving my eyes for an instant from the periscope, directed the

helmsman to steer straight for it. The submarine was lying motionless

and inert there, some fifteen feet beneath the surface; and I calculated

that it would take the Russians at least half a minute to realise that

they were discovered, and to get way upon their craft; and by that time

we should be so close to them that it would be impossible for them

either to dive or to turn the submarine bows on to us, much less to

escape. Then, as I felt the destroyer leap forward beneath me, like a

spirited horse at the cut of a whip, I blew my whistle, as a signal to

"Sparks," who instantly wirelessed back to the main body to stop until

further orders, and to keep a sharp lookout for submarines.

Like a greyhound slipped from the leash, the _Kasanumi_ rushed at that

luckless periscope, about which a few bubbles of foam were just

beginning to gather at the moment when our stem, towering over it, hid

it from my sight. The next instant our hull swept over it and of course

snapped it clean off, although we felt no shock whatever, for our

draught of water was too light for our keel to reach the submarine's

conning tower. But by the loss of her periscope the craft was

effectually blinded, and now she was at our mercy, for she _must_ come

to the surface, sooner or later, while, so smooth was the water, the

swirl or wake of her as she forged ahead was clearly perceptible, and

all we now had to do was to follow her until she rose, and then take or

sink her.

As I lost sight of the periscope, I rang down to stop and reverse both

engines, at the same time ordering our helm hard a-port. Then, as we

checked and lost way, we went ahead, first on our port engine and then

on both, at the same time shifting our helm, so as to get into the wake

of the submarine. We managed to do this before quite losing sight of

the disturbance made by her passage through the water; and, this done,

we regulated our pace by hers, maintaining a distance of about fifty

fathoms between her and ourselves. She shifted her helm several times

in an evident attempt to baffle pursuit; but, thanks to the tell-tale

swirl she raised, we were able to follow her; and at length, after a

chase of about three-quarters of an hour, she rose to the surface, the

watertight door of her tower opened, and a man's head appeared.

He looked greatly astonished to see us within a biscuit-toss of him, and

instantly ducked out of sight, leaving the hatch open, however, and we

heard him shouting something to some one in the boat's interior. A few

seconds later another head appeared, stared at us fixedly for a few

seconds--during which young Hiraoka, who had a very fair knowledge of

Russian, hailed him to surrender--and he, too, disappeared. Then, while

we were patiently awaiting further developments, the submarine, which

was still going ahead, suddenly inclined her bows and, before we could

do anything, _dived with her hatch open_! The brave fellows who manned

her, evidently taking a leaf out of their opponents' book, had chosen

death rather than surrender, and had deliberately plunged to the bottom

rather than yield their vessel to us! For, of course, the craft was

never seen again, nor did any of her crew come to the surface, although

we hove-to for an hour or more, and got our boat out in readiness to

pick up any one who might escape from that steel coffin.

I was quite prepared to hear a loud cheer of exultation burst from the

lips of my crew when they realised what had happened. But no. There is

nothing that the Japanese admire more than courage; and such a

deliberate act of devoted self-sacrifice for the honour of one's country

and flag as they had just beheld, called forth merely a low-spoken

murmur of intense, almost envious praise.

We arrived at our destination without further adventure, and dropped

anchor in the roadstead just as the sun rose above the horizon, flooding

the rocky shores of the Elliots with gold, and were heartily greeted by

the few craft which we found lying at anchor there.

Looking back upon our adventure with the Russian submarine, I could not

help regarding it as almost providential that we had encountered her;

for I think there can be very little doubt that when we fell in with her

she must have been on her way to the Elliot archipelago, where, had she

arrived safely, she might have found more than one spot in which she

could have lain _perdu_, to emerge at a favourable moment and destroy at

least one, if not more, of our most precious battleships.

Giving orders for the immediate discharge of the materials for the boom,

at a spot which I selected immediately after we had come to an anchor, I

turned in and slept soundly until past midday, resting again all the

afternoon; so that when evening came I had quite recovered from the

fatigue of the previous night, and was pronounced by the doctor in

charge of the hospital ashore to be progressing toward complete recovery

quite as rapidly as could be reasonably expected, while my wound was

healing in fine style. About four o'clock that afternoon, word was

brought to me that the whole of the materials intended for the

construction of the boom had been landed; and I went ashore to inspect

them. They consisted for the most part of enormous balks of timber and

massive cables; but there were also immense quantities of chain to serve

as lashings, stout staples, iron bars, innumerable bundles of long,

massive, pointed spikes, and thousands of empty casks, stoutly hooped,

without bung-holes, and coated with pitch to ensure permanent

watertight-ness. Commander Tsuchiya, whom I had placed in charge of the

discharging operations, had done his work well, stacking the various

items each by itself, and keeping a careful account of the quantities of

each. He handed me a copy of his list, and after I had inspected the

whole of the material, I returned to my ship and sat down to plan out

the details of the construction of the boom, which, with the list of the

quantities before me, was a comparatively easy task.

Dawn of the following day found us all ready to make a start, and with

Tsuchiya again as my principal _aide_, we quickly got to work, pressing

every available hand into the service. Many hands make light and quick

work, especially where those hands are willing, but I was astonished at

the ardour and zest which those handy little Japanese seamen manifested;

they toiled untiringly all through that long, hot day, with the result

that, when we knocked off at nightfall, we had considerably more than

half a mile of that boom put together and secured in position by

ponderous anchors and stout chain cables.

We were hard at work upon the boom again when, during the afternoon of

the following day, our battle fleet returned from Pi-tse-wo, after

covering the landing of General Oku's army. The fleet steamed in

between the islands and Cape Terminal on the mainland, toward which we

were running the boom; and my friend Ijichi, the skipper of the

_Mikasa_, told me, with a laugh, that when the little Admiral first saw

the boom and made out what it was, he could hardly credit his eyes. He

had been under the impression that I was still in hospital, and would

probably not be able to get to work for a week or more. Yet there I

was, as large as life, in a picket boat, with my head still swathed in a

bandage, superintending operations, and clearly recognisable with the

assistance of a pair of binoculars. And when at the close of the day I

went aboard the flagship to report myself, Togo did not hesitate to let

me understand how intensely gratified he was at the progress which we

had made.

Meanwhile, I was fast progressing toward complete recovery; and on the

day following the return of the fleet to the Elliots, the bandage was

removed from my head, and I was pronounced to be practically all right

once more. And, to add to my gratification, a destroyer arrived from

Sasebo, bringing mails for the fleet, among which were no less than

three delightful letters from my friends the Gordons, at home, and two,

equally delightful, from my Sasebo friends, Mr Boyd and his wife.

Those from the Gordons were full of congratulations; for I gathered from

them that a long and circumstantial account of our second attempt to

seal up Port Arthur harbour had appeared in the home newspapers, in

which somewhat conspicuous mention was made of my doings, and my friends

were delighted to learn that I was "so successfully maintaining the

finest traditions of the British Navy," as they were kindly pleased to

put it. My chum, Ronald, was particularly chirpy about it, expressing

in no measured terms the wish that he could have been with me, while he

informed me that, notwithstanding the painful circumstances under which

I had left the _Terrible_--and the British Navy--the officers of that

ship, with only one or two exceptions, had expressed their

gratification, while several of them, whom he named, had desired him to

convey to me their congratulations and good wishes.

During the next day or two excellent progress was made with the

construction of the long boom; and then came a spell of bad weather

which, although it did not hinder the putting together of the sections

of the boom, in the smooth water of the anchorage, rendered it

impossible for us to tow them out and splice them to the portion already

in position. But although the bad weather greatly delayed us in this

way, we did not altogether regret it, for the heavy sea kicked up by the

gales afforded a splendid test of that portion of the boom already in

place, and we were greatly gratified, as we steamed out day after day to

examine it, to find that it had not been damaged or displaced in the

smallest degree.

It was toward the end of the third week of May that the Admiral

signalled me to proceed on board the flagship. It was late in the

afternoon of a thoroughly wretched day; the wind had been blowing hard

from the south'ard for the past three or four days, with almost

incessant rain, and there was a very heavy sea running between the

islands and the main. I had just returned from my second inspection of

the boom that day, and I naturally thought that the signal indicated a

desire on the part of the Admiral to question me in relation to the

stability of the structure. And when I entered his cabin, and he

greeted me with the question:

"Well, Captain Swinburne, how is the boom standing the sea, out yonder?"

I was confirmed in my opinion. But I presently found that I was

mistaken; for when I had told him all that there was to tell about the

boom, and he had expressed his satisfaction, he said:

"By the way, it is Commander Tsuchiya who has been your chief assistant

in this work, is it not?"

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