Better days; or, A Millionaire of To-morrowFitch, Thomas
Philosophy
Better days; or, A Millionaire of To-morrow
Fitch, Thomas
Utopias -- Fiction; West (U.S.) -- Fiction
With salvos of cannon and music of bands, the gaily-decked fleet sped
out to sea. Through the narrow channel they steamed, past Point Loma,
with brow of purple and feet of foam. When they reached the open sea,
they spread out in line abreast, the _Siva_ taking a position on the
extreme north, and slackening her speed a little so as to accommodate it
to that of her companions.
Arrived at the scene of the proposed experiment, sixteen miles west of
San Diego bar, the speed of all the vessels was slackened so as to
afford only steerage way, and the _Esmeralda_ was signaled to leave her
position next the _Siva_, and steam away at full speed to the north.
Simultaneously with this order, the hatches on the _Siva_ were opened,
chains and ropes tightened, the vast power of the engines applied, and
the _Stromboli_, with her crew and cargo in place, was lifted from the
hold of the _Siva_, swung over the side, and launched in the ocean.
It was four minutes from the time the whistle sounded until the launch
of the _Stromboli_, and in the meantime the _Esmeralda_ steamed quite
one mile away. The _Siva_ was a few hundred yards ahead of the other
vessels, and the _Stromboli_ was launched form her port side, so that
the launch was witnessed by those who thronged the starboard side of the
other vessels. The entire fleet then resumed its former rate of speed,
and the distance between it and the _Esmeralda_ was soon placed at one
mile, at which it was subsequently maintained.
The _Stromboli_ glided away for a minute on the surface of the sea, and
then, admitting water to the space between her steel shells, rapidly
sank to a depth of forty feet. The _Esmeralda_ was still at full speed,
and making twenty knots an hour, but the _Stromboli_ was pushing her way
under the sea, propelled by her powerful electric engines, at the rate
of twenty-five knots an hour, and in fifteen minutes had overtaken the
doomed vessel, and was preparing to make fast the torpedo which should
destroy her.
One pair of great steel claws, holding a chain basket containing five
hundred pounds of potentite set by clockwork to explode in sixty
minutes, was, by the power of the electric engine, raised above the
cigar-shaped steel monster gliding through the cool, quiet waters, and
driven through the plates of the _Esmeralda_, just forward of the stern
of that vessel. A second was placed amidship, and a third near the bow.
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