Epistolary fiction; Tramp shipping -- Fiction; World War, 1914-1918 -- Fiction
At Bergen we emptied out the grub destined for the Boches, and I have
the honour to inform you that our men smashed just as many cases
as possible, firing them out on to the wharf. The owner will lose
nothing by it, though, for you may be perfectly sure that he took
all precautions; but at least there’s that much less for the Boches
to cram into their bellies. And while the _Pamir_ was in Bergen,
news came of the submarine war which the Boches are going to carry
on mercilessly--blockade, forbidden zones, no warnings, and all the
rest of it. Of course, nobody on the _Pamir_ was a bit surprised by
this business which makes all the Allied big bugs and the papers yell
so. We and all the fellows who blow around at sea, and hear the talk
everywhere, have felt the storm coming for ever so long. Only, as we
aren’t officials, of course, we must have been mistaken! Well, the bomb
has burst! Who is going to suffer? First, the ships that go sailing by;
and then France, who will have to draw in her belt. What will they be
in for at home in the way of high prices for coal, flour, butter, and
the rest?
We who are used to transporting all that sort of thing, know what
such a catastrophe means. But the dear public that buys at the corner
grocery, and believes those things come there of themselves like the
rain and the air they breathe, will be somewhat annoyed. Of course,
they won’t be told how it came about, and they won’t know they are
paying double or treble the former prices because ships go down at
sea. As usual, they will have a lot of rotten reasons dished up for
them, because it’s forbidden to give the real reason for anything. All
the same, the Censor can’t prohibit the cutting-off of the gas, the
electricity, the railroads, the restaurants, and everything that makes
life comfy. For you may be sure the Boches aren’t going to do things
by halves. Here, where we’re near them, people have information, and
we have picked up a good deal at Bergen and Christiansund, where I
am writing while our planks and joists are being loaded. It’s a good
thing that the _Pamir_ is here to take the wood, for all the Norwegian
boats have orders to lie low wherever they may be without stirring, on
account of the blockade, and I beg you to believe there are millions
of tons of building timber held up. Whatever will they do? It was
short already! The worst is that the Dutch, the Spanish, and the other
neutrals are also going to suspend their traffic because they aren’t
keen either about losing their ships. Well, the _Pamir_ will have from
three thousand to thirty-two hundred tons of wood which will serve to
build the barracks of the _poilus_, railways, and pit-props for at
least one Army Corps. This is at least as useful as shells and coal and
we are pleased with our cargo.
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