The Yankee mining squadron : $b or, laying the North Sea mine barrageBelknap, Reginald Rowan
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The Yankee mining squadron : $b or, laying the North Sea mine barrage
Belknap, Reginald Rowan
Submarine mines; United States. Navy; World War, 1914-1918 -- Naval operations -- Submarine
The national anthem at morning colors woke me, and I arose and looked
out. What a glorious sight! Green slopes in all freshness, radiant with
broom and yellow gorse, the rocky shore mirrored in the Firth, which
stretched, smooth and cool, wide away to the east and south, and in
the distance snow-capped Ben Wyvis. Lying off the entrance to Munlochy
Bay, we had a view along its sloping shores into the interior of Black
Isle, of noted fertility. Farther out were Avoch, a whitewashed fishing
village, and the ancient town of Fortrose, with its ruined 12th century
cathedral. Across the Firth lay Culloden House, where Bonnie Prince
Charlie slept before the battle. Substantial, but softened in outline
by the morning haze, the Royal Burgh of Inverness covered the banks
and heights along the Ness River, gleaming in the bright sunshine. And
how peaceful everywhere! _Canandaigua_ and _Sonoma_ lay near by, the
_Canonicus_ farther out—but no movement, no signal, no beat of the
engines, no throbbing pumps. All seemed resting from those last four
days of our passage overseas, which had all but done away with sleep.
My responsibility for the safe conduct of the squadron had ended at 1
a.m., when it dispersed at the buoy, whence the routes to our bases at
Inverness and Invergordon diverged. The captains taking the ships to
their berths singly, Captain Butler was up until 5 o’clock, needing
daylight to take the _San Francisco_ all the way in. Turned in at last,
his servant and orderly at 8 o’clock were 45 minutes waking him.
The Senior British Naval officer, Captain H. F. J. Rowley, R.N., came
on board early, to give us welcome, and then we went to our own chief,
Rear Admiral Joseph Strauss, U.S.N., commander of the Mine Force, whose
headquarters were here at Inverness, U.S. Naval Base 18. After taking a
look over the base itself, Captain Murfin’s work and province, we stayed
to lunch at Kingsmills, a handsome place amid beautiful surroundings,
bordering on the golf links, with gardens, tennis court, croquet lawn,
and fishing brook, which Admiral Strauss, Captain Murfin, and some of the
headquarters staff had rented. It was a satisfaction to everyone to see
our chief so befittingly established, and this came out very effectively
later, at a picturesque and enjoyable garden party given there on the 4th
of July, an occasion which was being celebrated locally with unaffected
cordiality. Altogether, we could feel ourselves fortunate in the beauty
and attractiveness of our surroundings and also, as we soon found, in the
hospitality and kindliness of the people.
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