Fantasy fiction; Imaginary wars and battles -- Fiction; War stories
in a very jubilant form next morning. “Panic-stricken inquirers,” it
said, “ask now, where are the means of meeting the invasion? We reply
that the invasion will never take place. A British fleet manned by
British sailors, whose courage and enthusiasm are reflected in the
people of this country, is already on the way to meet the presumptuous
foe. The issue of a contest between British ships and those of any
other country, under anything like equal odds, can never be doubtful.
England awaits with calm confidence the issue of the impending action.”
Such were the words of the leading article, and so we all felt. It was
on Tuesday, the 10th of August, that the fleet sailed from the Downs.
It took with it a submarine cable to lay down as it advanced, so that
continuous communication was kept up, and the papers were publishing
special editions every few minutes with the latest news. This was the
first time such a thing had been done and the feat was accepted as a
good omen. Whether it is true that the Admiralty made use of the cable
to keep on sending contradictory orders, which took the command out
of the admiral’s hands, I can’t say; but all that the admiral sent
in return was a few messages of the briefest kind, which neither the
Admiralty nor any one else could have made any use of. Such a ship
had gone off reconnoitring; such another had rejoined--fleet was in
latitude so and so. This went on till the Thursday morning. I had just
come up to town by train as usual, and was walking to my office, when
the newsboys began to cry, “New edition--enemy’s fleet in sight!” You
may imagine the scene in London! Business still went on at the banks,
for bills matured although the independence of the country was being
fought out under our own eyes, so to say, and the speculators were
active enough. But even with the people who were making and losing
their fortunes, the interest in the fleet overcame everything else; men
who went to pay in or draw out their money stopped to show the last
bulletin to the cashier. As for the street, you could hardly get along
for the crowd stopping to buy and read the papers; while at every house
or office the members sat restlessly in the common room, as if to keep
together for company, sending out some one of their number every few
minutes to get the latest edition. At least this is what happened at
our office; but to sit still was as impossible as to do anything, and
most of us went out and wandered about among the crowd, under a sort
of feeling that the news was got quicker at in this way. Bad as were
the times coming, I think the sickening suspense of that day, and the
shock which followed, was almost the worst that we underwent. It was
about ten o’clock that the first telegram came; an hour later the wire
announced that the admiral had signalled to form line of battle, and
shortly afterwards that the order was given to bear down on the enemy
and engage. At twelve came the announcement, “Fleet opened fire about
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