The Fight for Constantinople: A Story of the Gallipoli Peninsula — John Shaqi
The Fight for Constantinople: A Story of the Gallipoli PeninsulaWesterman, Percy F. (Percy Francis)
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The Fight for Constantinople: A Story of the Gallipoli Peninsula
Westerman, Percy F. (Percy Francis)
Adventure stories; Great Britain. Royal Navy -- Juvenile fiction; World War, 1914-1918 -- Juvenile fiction
Followed by Midshipman Sefton, who in the excitement caused by this
latest discovery had lost all interest in the painful operation of
extracting thorns from various remote portions of his anatomy,
Crosthwaite hastened to the spot with as much haste as the nature of
the ground would permit. The rest of the men, with the exception of
those detailed to carry the explosives, also scrambled over the
intervening ground.
A ghastly sight met their gaze. Beyond the boulder, and screened from
seaward by a partly-burnt cluster of brushwood, was a field-piece. One
wheel of the carriage had been smashed. The other was held only by a
few spokes, while the muzzle of the weapon was buried deep in the
ground. Coiled round the chase and jammed between the trunnion and the
carriage was the end of the barbed wire. The gun was splattered with
the yellow deposit from the explosion of a British lyddite shell, while
all around lay the mangled bodies of the Turkish artillerymen. Five
yards to the rear of the damaged weapon were the scanty remains of a
limber. The same shell that had wrought the destruction of the gun and
the men who served it, had completely exploded the ammunition.
"Smash the breech mechanism!" ordered Dick.
Two of the armourer's crew sprang to the gun for the purpose of
breaking the interrupted screw-thread that locks the breech-block in
the gun. Their efforts were in vain, for the explosion of the shell
had rendered the breech-block incapable of being moved.
A fresh rope was speedily forthcoming. Its bight was placed under the
heel of the 12-pounder, and by the united efforts of the seamen the
heavy weapon was up-ended and toppled over the slope. Crashing through
the brushwood, it rolled and bounded for quite a hundred feet, then
with a resounding splash disappeared underneath the waters of the
Dardanelles. The remains of the carriage were then hurled over, but,
held up by the barbed wire that had caused so much fruitless effort,
the mass of shattered steel effected a twofold purpose in its fall. It
swept the cliff path clear of brushwood and brought the barbed wire
into a position that it no longer formed an obstruction.
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