Epistolary fiction; Tramp shipping -- Fiction; World War, 1914-1918 -- Fiction
“Too bad! If they would give us wireless that sort of thing wouldn’t
happen,” he concluded.
They were also looking for us because they wanted us to go to
Alexandria, where we arrived the day before yesterday. We don’t yet
know why, but I believe it is because of an expedition in the direction
of Constantinople. Fourgues is rather pleased, for, he says, it will be
amusing to anchor as a conqueror where he has anchored so many times
with a lot of junk. I only hope it may be so! He spends his time now
telling me about the Bosphorus and the Dardanelles where I have never
been.
He says that with nerve the thing is possible--that we should take them
by surprise and go right in, and then in three days the Turks would be
done for. “Only,” he adds, “it isn’t enough to talk about going; you
must go!”
Meanwhile we’re having a rest. The English are charming and they don’t
worry at Alexandria. The crew are improving the opportunity! We’ve
had a few broken heads, but Fourgues shuts his eyes because they have
worked like dogs for three months and this is the first time there has
been any chance of a beano.
I took the chance of writing some letters as you see. I wish I had some
books. Since August I have been doing a lot of thinking, especially as
Fourgues has made me see what a lot of things there are that I don’t
know. Before, I never read anything but the papers, but now I need
something more serious, if only to make conversation with him. Send me
a list of books, old man, on nautical subjects and European history,
and some classics too. I will buy them in France. If you aren’t sick
at my having abandoned you for so long, ship me a parcel of books
you’ve done with and don’t need any more. Here’s wishing you a happy
New Year.
PART TWO
NEWCASTLE,
ENGLAND,
_April 8, 1915_.
Well, old man, we have just been through something special in the way
of foul weather, up north of Scotland. You must wonder what we are
doing up there, as I wrote from Egypt that the _Pamir_ was going to
transport men to the Dardanelles. As you shall see, it’s quite simple.
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