THE BREAKING OF THE CHARM.
The first news of the Russian attack on Aberdeen was received in
London soon after five o'clock on the afternoon of the 30th, and
produced an effect which it is quite beyond the power of language to
describe. The first telegram containing the bare announcement of the
fact fell like a bolt from the blue on the great Metropolis. It ran
as follows:--
Aberdeen, 4.30 P.M.
A large fleet, supposed to be the Russian fleet which broke the
blockade of the Baltic on the morning of the 28th, has appeared
off the town. About forty large vessels can be made out. Our
defences are quite inadequate to cope with such an immense force,
but we shall do our best till help comes.
After that the wires were kept hot with messages until well into the
night. The newspapers rushed out edition after edition to keep pace
with them, and in all the office windows of the various journals
copies of the telegrams were posted up as soon as they arrived.
As the messages multiplied in number they brought worse and worse
tidings, until excitement grew to frenzy and frenzy degenerated into
panic. The thousand tongues of rumour wagged faster and faster as
each hour went by. The raid upon a single town was magnified into a
general invasion of the whole country.
Very few people slept in London that night, and the streets were
alive with anxious crowds till daybreak, waiting for the
confidently-expected news of the landing of the Russian troops, in
spite of the fact that the avowed and real object of the raid had
been made public early in the evening. The following are the most
important of the telegrams which were received, and will suffice to
inform the reader of the course of events after the departure of the
four air-ships from the scene of action--
5 P.M.
A message has been received from the Commander of the Russian
fleet demanding the surrender of the town for twelve hours to
allow six of his ships to fill up with coal. The captain of the
_Ascalon_, in command of the port, has refused this demand, and
declares that he will fight while he has a ship that will float
or a gun that can be fired. The Russians are accompanied by the
air-ship which assisted them to break the blockade of the Sound.
She is now floating over the town. The utmost terror prevails
among the inhabitants, and crowds are flying into the country to
escape the bombardment. Aid has been telegraphed for to Edinburgh
and Dundee; but if the North Sea Squadron is still in the Firth
of Forth, it cannot get here under nearly twelve hours' steaming.
5.30 P.M.
The bombardment has commenced, and fearful damage has been done
already. With three or four shells the air-ship has blown up and
utterly destroyed the fort on Girdleness, which mounted
twenty-four heavy guns. But for the ships, this leaves the town
almost unprotected. News has just come from the North Shore that
the batteries there have met with the same fate. The Russians are
pouring a perfect storm of shot and shell into the mouth of the
river where our ships are lying, but the town has so far been
spared.
5.45 P.M.
We have just received news from Edinburgh that the North Sea
Squadron left at daybreak this morning under orders to proceed to
the mouth of the Elbe to assist in protecting Hamburg from an
anticipated attack by the same fleet which has attacked us. There
is now no hope that the town can be successfully defended, and
the Provost has called a towns-meeting to consider the
advisability of surrender, though it is feared that the Russians
may now make larger demands. The whole country side is in a state
of the utmost panic.
7 P.M.
The towns-meeting empowered the Provost to call upon Captain
Marchmont, of the _Ascalon_, to make terms with the Russians in
order to save the town from destruction. He refused point blank,
although one of the coast-defence ships, the _Thunderer_, has
been disabled by shells from the air-ship, and all his other
vessels have been terribly knocked about by the incessant
cannonade from the fleet, which has now advanced to within two
miles of the shore, having nothing more to fear from the land
batteries. A terrific thunderstorm is raging, and no words can
describe the horror of the scene. The air-ship ceased firing
nearly an hour ago.
10 P.M.
Five of our eleven ships--two battleships and three
cruisers--have been sunk; the rest are little better than mere
wrecks, and seven torpedo-boats have been destroyed in attempting
to torpedo some of the enemy's ships. Heavy firing has been heard
to the southward, and we have learnt from Dundee that four
battleships and six cruisers have been sent to our relief. A
portion of the Russian fleet has been detached to meet them. We
cannot hope anything from them. Captain Marchmont has now only
four ships capable of fighting, but refuses to strike his flag.
The storm has ceased, and a strong land breeze has blown the
clouds and smoke to seaward. The air-ship has disappeared. Six
large Russian ironclads are heading at full speed towards the
mouth of the river--
The telegram broke off short here, and no more news was received from
Aberdeen for several hours. Of this there was only one possible
explanation. The town was in the hands of the Russians, and they had
cut the wires. The long charm was broken, and the Isle Inviolate was
inviolate no more. The next telegram from the North came from Findon,
and was published in London just before ten o'clock on the following
morning. It ran thus--
Findon, N.B., 9.15.
About ten o'clock last night the attack on Aberdeen ended in a
rush of six ironclads into the river mouth. They charged down
upon the four half-crippled British ships that were left, and in
less than five minutes rammed and sank them. The Russians then
demanded the unconditional surrender of the town, under pain of
bombardment and destruction. There was no other course but to
yield, and until eight o'clock this morning the town has been in
the hands of the enemy.
The Russians at once landed a large force of sailors and marines,
cut the telegraph wires and the railway lines, and fired without
warning upon every one who attempted to leave the town. The
stores of coal and ammunition were seized, and six large cruisers
were taking in coal all night. The banks were also entered, and
the specie taken possession of, as indemnity for the town. At
eight o'clock the cruisers and battleships steamed out of the
river without doing further damage. The squadron from the Tay was
compelled to retire by the overwhelming force that the Russians
brought to bear upon it after Aberdeen surrendered.
Half an hour ago the Russian fleet was lost sight of proceeding
at full speed to the north-eastward. Our loss has been terribly
heavy. The fort and batteries have been destroyed, all the ships
have been sunk or disabled, and of the whole defending force
scarcely three hundred men remain. Captain Marchmont went down on
the _Ascalon_ with his flag flying, and fighting to the last
moment.
While the excitement caused by the news of the raid upon Aberdeen was
at its height, that is to say, on the morning of the 2nd of July,
intelligence was received in London of a tremendous disaster to the
Anglo-Teutonic Alliance. It was nothing less, in short, than the fall
of Berlin, the collapse of the German Empire, and the surrender of
the Kaiser and the Crown Prince to the Tsar. After nearly sixty hours
of almost continuous fighting, during which the fortifications had
been wrecked by the war-balloons, the German ammunition-trains burnt
and blown up by the fire-shells rained from the air, and the heroic
defenders of the city disorganised by the aërial bombardment of
melinite shells and cyanogen poison-bombs, and crushed by an
overwhelming force of not less than four million assailants. So fell
like a house of cards the stately fabric built up by the genius of
Bismarck and Moltke; and so, after bearing his part gallantly in the
death-struggle of his empire, had the grandson of the conqueror of
Sedan yielded up his sword to the victorious Autocrat of the Russias.
The terrible news fell upon London like the premonitory echo of an
approaching storm. The path of the triumphant Muscovites was now
completely open to the forts of the Belgian Quadrilateral, under the
walls of which they would form a junction, which nothing could now
prevent, with the beleaguering forces of France. Would the Belgian
strongholds be able to resist any more effectually than the
fortifications of Berlin had done the assaults of the terrible
war-balloons of the Tsar?