Five Months on a German Raider Part 3

Coaling proceeded without cessation till the morning of the 17th, when the _Wolf_ moved off a short distance. Pa.s.sengers on mail-boats familiar with the process of coaling s.h.i.+p at Port Said, Colombo, or any other port, can imagine the condition of these s.h.i.+ps, after three or four days' incessant coaling day and night. The appearance of the _Igotz Mendi_ was meanwhile undergoing another change. When captured she was painted white and had a buff funnel with her company's distinguis.h.i.+ng mark. She was now painted the Allied grey colour, and when her sides and funnel had been transformed the two s.h.i.+ps sailed away, and on the evening of the 17th, after final orders and instructions had been given, parted company. For some days after this, painting was the order of the day on the Spanish s.h.i.+p, which was now grey on every part visible.

The Captain of the Spanish s.h.i.+p was now relieved of his duties--and also of his cabin, which the German Captain had annexed, leaving the owner thereof the chartroom to sleep in--and was naturally very chagrined at the course events had taken, especially as he said he had been informed by the Consul at Lourenco Marques that the course between there and Colombo was quite clear, and had not even been informed of the disappearance of the _Hitachi_, though she had been overdue at Delagoa Bay about a month. Consequently he had been showing his navigation lights at sea, and without them the _Wolf_ would probably not have seen him, as it was about 1 a.m. when the _Wolf_ picked him up.

The remaining Spanish officers took their watch on the bridge, always with a member of the prize crew in attendance; the Spanish engineers remained in charge of the engine-room, again with a German always present; and the Spanish crew remained on duty as before. There was a prize crew of nine Germans on board; the Captain, Lieutenant Rose, who had also been in charge of the _Hitachi_ after her capture, and the First Officer, who had also filled that post on the _Hitachi_, being the only officers. Lieutenant Rose spoke Spanish in addition to English and French, and the Spanish Captain also spoke very good English. Some of the Spanish officers also spoke English, but the knowledge of it was not so general as it was on the _Wolf_, where every officer we met spoke our language, and most of the prize crew spoke quite enough to get on with.

The Spanish Captain, a charming gentleman, and in appearance anything but a seafaring man, was, however, frankly puzzled by some current English slang. One of the pa.s.senger prisoners--the hero of the kerosene porridge--was known among us as the "hot-air merchant." This was simple enough, but when we said he also suffered from cold feet, the Spanish Captain admitted defeat. Such a contradictory combination seemed inconceivable. "If a man were full of hot air, how could he have cold feet?" he said. Lieutenant Rose, however, was _au fait_ with the latest English slang, and always used it correctly.

The _Igotz Mendi_, 4,600 tons, had been completed in 1916, and was a s.h.i.+p admirably fitted for her purpose, which, however, was not that of carrying pa.s.sengers. Ordinarily she was a collier, or carried iron ore.

Her decks were of iron, scorchingly hot in the tropics and icy cold in northern lat.i.tudes. There was no place sheltered from the sun in which to sit on the small deck s.p.a.ce, and the small awnings which were spasmodically rigged up were quite insufficient for the purpose. There were now twenty-one "pa.s.senger" prisoners on board, including the j.a.panese stewardess, and five Asiatics. There were no cabins except those provided for the officers, who generously gave them up to the married couples on board, the officers taking quarters much more crowded and much less desirable. The Germans installed a small electric fan, taken from the _Hitachi_, in each cabin, and also one in the saloon. The cabins were quite suitable for one occupant each, but very cramped for two; the one occupied by my wife and myself being only seven and a half feet square. Each contained one bunk and one settee, the latter being a sleeping-place far from comfortable, as it was only five and a half feet long by about twenty inches wide, the bunk being the same width, but longer, and the floor s.p.a.ce was very narrow and restricted. Our light baggage had to be kept on the bunk all day, being deposited on the washstand and floor every night. Our first duty every morning was to replace the baggage on the bunk, so that we could have room to stand on the floor! There were four cabins, two on each side of a narrow alley-way about two feet wide, while one married couple occupied the Chief Engineer's cabin further aft on the starboard side, quite a roomy apartment. The port cabin opposite to it was occupied by an old Mauritius-Indian woman and her little granddaughter (who was often very naughty and got many "lickings" from her grandmother, whom she frequently implored the Captain to throw overboard), the j.a.panese stewardess, the Australian stewardess already mentioned, and a coloured man going to South Africa with his Chinese wife. Rather crowded quarters, not to mention somewhat unseemly conditions! The Asiatic pa.s.sengers had been "intermediate" pa.s.sengers on the _Hitachi_, i.e.

between the second-cla.s.s and deck pa.s.sengers. The four men above mentioned occupied a s.p.a.ce under the p.o.o.p--it could not be dignified with the name of cabin. It was very small, only one occupant could dress at a time, and immediately in front of it was a reeking pigsty with three full-sized occupants. The pa.s.sage to it from the saloon on the upper deck was often a perilous one in rough weather and on dark nights, for there was never any light showing on board at night during the whole cruise. Occasionally a lifeline was rigged along the well deck to the p.o.o.p quarters, a by no means unnecessary precaution. The prize crew had quarters on the starboard side under the p.o.o.p; they were exceedingly small, cramped, and in every way inconvenient and uncomfortable. Our heavy baggage was also stored under the p.o.o.p.

This, then, was to be our home, possibly for the next few months. We did not know for how long, but we regarded the prospect with a certain amount of equanimity, as the s.h.i.+p was unarmed, and we knew we should not be fired on by a hostile cruiser, as might have been the case if we had remained on the _Wolf_.

When we arrived on the Spanish boat we were served with meals at the same time to which the Spanish officers had been accustomed, i.e.

breakfast at 9 and supper at 4, but these times were soon afterwards changed to breakfast at 8.30, tiffin 12.30, and supper 5.30. We were lucky to get fresh food for some days. But this soon came to an end, though the stock of muscatels, a quince preserve--called membrillo--and Spanish wine lasted very much longer. It would have lasted much longer still but for the stupidity of the German sailor who "managed" the canteen. He allowed stores to be eaten in plenty while there were any, instead of arranging to spread their consumption over a much longer period.

There was on board a certain amount of live stock; some chickens, which seemed to thrive quite well on coal-dust, and a couple of cows, each of which had a calf born on board; these all met the usual fate of such things on appropriate occasions. There were also a few cats and kittens, which later on were joined by a couple of mongrel dachshund pups born on the _Wolf_. The Spanish carpenter had a sporting hen, which had some lively sc.r.a.ps with the dogs, the latter always coming off second best.

For many days after we parted company with the _Wolf_ we ambled and dawdled through the sea on a south-westerly course, sometimes going back on our tracks for half a day, sometimes stopping altogether for an hour or two, sometimes for half a day, sometimes for a whole day. The monotony of this performance was deadly beyond words. On one of these days the Captain offered to land us at Mauritius on the following morning and give himself up with the crew and s.h.i.+p if we could raise 100,000 for him. Unfortunately, we couldn't!

On the afternoon of the 23rd the Germans became very agitated at the sight of smoke on the horizon. At first we all thought it was the _Wolf_, but before long we could see two columns of smoke, evidently coming from two steamers travelling together. The prisoners then became very agitated also, as help might be at hand. But the Germans at once changed the course, and manoeuvred at full speed in such a way that we soon got out of sight of the smoke, when we resumed our original course again, after having boxed the compa.s.s more than once, and the German Captain came down from the bridge and told us there was no relief for us yet. We all felt that if the _Hitachi_ had only avoided distant smoke as the German Captain had done we need never have made the acquaintance of the _Wolf_.

On the 24th we again met the _Wolf_ in the evening. Whenever the _Wolf_ had an appointment to meet her prize at a certain time and place, the prize always hoisted recognition signals directly she saw the _Wolf_ on the horizon. These were made of wicker, and varied in shape on different occasions.

We were now well to the south of Africa, in the roaring forties, and we saw many schools of whales, and albatrosses accompanied us for many days. A Spanish officer shot one one day--we told him this would bring us bad luck, as the souls of lost sea captains are said to inhabit these majestic birds. And one day we saw a dead whale floating along not far from the s.h.i.+p--it was smothered with a huge flock of seabirds, gorging themselves on it. By December 1st we had begun to steer north-west, and on the 3rd the Captain informed us we were the nearest we should ever be to Cape Town, the port to which I had set out. On this morning the Captain said to me, "Mr. Trayes, didn't you say you were going to Cape Town?" "Yes," I replied. "Come out on deck with me," he answered. I went with him. He took my arm, and said, "There it is," pointing in its direction. We were then 150 miles off! We met the _Wolf_ again on the 5th, and travelled in her company during the remainder of that day and the next two, stopping as usual for communication and the sending of stores to us in the evenings just before sunset. Often when the s.h.i.+p stopped Lieutenant Rose would go aboard the _Wolf_, another Lieutenant boarding us and remaining in charge during his absence. The _Wolf_ on this occasion told us she had sunk the American sailing vessel _John H.

Kirby_ from America to East London with a cargo of four hundred motor-cars on board, when two days from her destination, the officers and crew being taken on board the _Wolf_. Many people in South Africa would have to dispense with their motor joy-rides at Christmas in consequence.

The evening of December 7th was the last occasion we saw the _Wolf_ for many days. The two s.h.i.+ps now shaped a course for the Brazilian Island of Trinidad, where it was understood the _Wolf_ would coal from her prize, and with her spend the Christmas holidays.

CHAPTER VII

CHRISTMAS ON THE "IGOTZ MENDI"

It must not be supposed that the life of the prisoners on the _Igotz Mendi_ in any way approximated to that of pa.s.sengers on an ordinary pa.s.senger s.h.i.+p. To begin with, there were no s.h.i.+p's servants to wait on us with the exception of the Spanish steward, a youth who "waited" at table and excelled in breaking s.h.i.+p's crockery. Often he poured the coffee over us, or into our pockets, instead of into our cups, and on one occasion, during a heavier roll than usual, he fell down in the middle of the saloon while carrying a tureen full of soup. It went flying over the saloon and some of its occupants, so our soup ration was short that day.

If the cabins were to be kept clean, we had to do it ourselves. Every morning saw the occupants sweeping out and cleaning up their cabins, as no s.h.i.+p's servant ever entered them. The water supply was very limited, and had to be fetched by ourselves--no matter what the weather--sometimes from the fore peak and sometimes from a pump near the s.h.i.+p's galley. Was.h.i.+ng water and drinking water were served out twice a day, at 8 a.m. and 4 p.m., an ordinary water-can being the allowance of the former, and a water-bottle that of the latter. The supply of was.h.i.+ng water was very inadequate, and no hot water was ever available. After was.h.i.+ng ourselves, we had to wash our clothes in the same water--for there was of course no laundry on board--and then the cabin floor after that. By this time the water was mud. It was impossible to have a proper bath all the time we were on board, for there was no water supply in the bathroom, and it was kept in an extremely dirty condition. "Laundry work" was usually done by the prisoners after breakfast, and lines were rigged on any available part of the s.h.i.+p to dry the clothes. It was a sight for the G.o.ds to see the military officers presiding at their washtubs on deck, and then hanging out their was.h.i.+ng. On fine days with a big wash the array of drying garments in various parts of the s.h.i.+p was quite imposing.

My wife managed to borrow some irons from the Australian stewardess, which she heated on the stove in the cook's galley. With these she ironed her blouses and my s.h.i.+rts and soft collars, while I helped with the hankeys. The ironing s.p.a.ce was not ideal, being the cover, about twenty inches square, of the cabin washstand. But the result was highly creditable!

The saloon, about eighteen feet square, in which all the meals were served in two sittings, was very rarely clean, and the habits of the Captain's mongrel pup, born on the _Wolf_, did not improve matters.

_Something_ connected with the expedition had to be called "Luchs," so, failing the _Hitachi_, the pup rejoiced in this name, and as he frequently made the saloon so exclusively his own, it was often appropriately named the "Salon de luxe." Poor Luchs! Every man's hand, or rather foot--with the exception of the Captain's--was against him (when the Captain was not looking!) on account of his reprehensible behaviour. Many a sly kick was aimed at him, and when a yelp a.s.sured us that the blow had struck home, one of us would exclaim, "Hooray for our side!"; "our side" being all who suffered from his bad conduct. The table "appointments" were often disgusting. The tablecloth was filthy after the first meal or so, thanks to the rolling of the s.h.i.+p and consequent upsetting of soup, tea, and coffee, but was only changed twice, sometimes only once, a week. Cups were used without saucers, and spoons gradually disappeared, so that towards the end one had to suffice between four or five persons.

The s.h.i.+p, generally speaking, was filthy--she was never properly clean.

I remember on one occasion a large bottle of castor-oil was smashed just outside the saloon door. The stuff remained there for hours before being cleaned up. The crew certainly was not large, but a great deal more could have been done in the direction of keeping the s.h.i.+p clean, and her condition was never a credit to her Captain. This was a surprise to those of us who had previously travelled on German s.h.i.+ps.

We got thoroughly sick of the food provided, but the German officers and crew had just the same. The _Hitachi_ had been carrying ten thousand cases of j.a.panese canned crab to England. A great part of this was saved, and divided between the _Wolf_ and her prize. None of us ever want to see or hear of this commodity again; we were fed on it till most of us loathed it, but as there was nothing else to eat when it was served, we perforce had to eat that or dry bread, and several of us chose the latter. How we groaned when we saw any more crab being brought over from the _Wolf_! Bully beef, every variety of bean, dried vegetables, dried fish that audibly announced its advent to the table, bean soup, and pea soup (maggot soup would often have been a more correct description), we got just as sick of, till, long before the end, all the food served nauseated us. Tea, sometimes made in a coffee-pot, sometimes even with salt water, was the usual hot drink provided, but coffee was for some time available once a day. We owe a great debt to one of our fellow-prisoners, a s.h.i.+p's cook, captured from one of the other s.h.i.+ps, who in return for his offer to work as baker was promised his liberty, which fortunately he has now secured, though no thanks to the Germans. He baked, under the most difficult conditions, extraordinarily good bread, and over and over again we should have gone without food but for this. We were often very hungry, for there was nothing to eat between "supper" at 5.30 and breakfast next morning at 8.30. The Captain had given each lady a large box of biscuits from the _Hitachi_, and my wife and I used to eat a quarter of a biscuit each before turning in for the night. We could not afford more--the box might have to last us for many months.

We could not buy much on board. The only thing of which there seemed to be plenty was whisky, all stolen from the captured s.h.i.+ps. When our s.h.i.+p ran short of this, more was sent over from the _Wolf_. We could buy this at reasonable rates, but the supply was always supposed to be rationed.

Soap and toilet requisites became very scarce or failed altogether as time went on. We could buy an infinitesimal piece of stolen toilet soap for a not infinitesimal price, and were rationed as to was.h.i.+ng soap and matches. The currency on board was a very mixed one, consisting of j.a.panese yen, both in silver and paper money, English, Spanish, and German silver, and German canteen tokens--all marked S.M.S. _Victoria Louise_--ranging in value from 2 marks to 5 pfennig.

Mention has been made of the s.h.i.+p's rolling. Her capacity for this was incredible--in the smoothest sea, whether stopped or under steam, she rolled heavily from side to side, and caused great discomfort, inconvenience, and often alarm to all on board. The remark, "The Mendi roll, fresh every day for every meal, for breakfast, dinner, and tea,"

was made by some one at almost every mealtime, as we clutched at our food, gliding or jumping from end to end of the saloon table, accompanied by the smas.h.i.+ng of crockery and upsetting of liquids and soup. We were hardly ever able to sit still at mealtimes, but were always rocking and rolling about, usually with our plates in our hands, as leaving them on the table meant we might lose the contents. Even the Captain was astonished at the rolling of the s.h.i.+p, as he well might have been, when one night he, in common with most of us, was flung out of his berth. No s.h.i.+p ever rolled like it--the bath in the bathroom even got loose and slid about in its socket, adding to the great din on board.

As may be imagined, there was not much to do on board. The few books we had between us were pa.s.sed round and read over and over again. Some were also sent over from the _Wolf_ for us. Card games of various kinds also helped to pa.s.s the time, and the Captain and some of the prisoners held a "poker school" morning, afternoon, and evening in the saloon. But time, nevertheless, dragged very heavily. Some of us had occasionally to carry our mattresses and beds out on to the deck, to hunt for bugs, which were very numerous in some cabins. But the pastime was hardly one to be recommended! And, it must regretfully be admitted, we all managed to do nothing quite comfortably!

We were at liberty to go practically where we liked on board, but we were never able to get far away from the German sailors, who always appeared to be listening to our conversation, no matter where we were.

As on the _Wolf_, they were sometimes caught spying on us, and listening at the portholes or ventilators of our cabins.

We next picked up the _Wolf_ on the afternoon of December 19th, and heard that since we had last seen her she had sunk a French sailing vessel, the _Marechal Davout_, loaded with grain for Europe. The _Wolf_ usually sent us over a budget of wireless news when she had been away from us any length of time. I remember an item of news on one occasion, in which Mr. Lloyd George in a speech said we were getting on the track of the submarines and that we had sunk five in one day. This gave great mirth to the Germans, who naturally refused to believe it--they said they had lost only a dozen since the war began! On one occasion the Captain informed us of a "great British victory. Joy-bells are ringing all over England. The British have captured a trench and have advanced ten yards!" This was the victory at Cambrai!

The two s.h.i.+ps proceeded on parallel courses for Trinidad, but about 8 p.m. both s.h.i.+ps turned sharply round and doubled on their tracks, proceeding on a south-easterly course at full speed. We learnt the reason for this the next day. German raiders had previously coaled and hidden at Trinidad; but Brazil was now in the war, so that hole was stopped, and the _Wolf_ had intercepted a wireless from the Commander of a Brazilian cruiser to the garrison on Trinidad. Hence her rapid flight!

But for that wireless message, the _Wolf_ would have walked right into the trap, and we should have been free within twelve hours from the time the _Wolf_ picked up the message.

Once again wireless had been our undoing. The _Hitachi_ had wirelessed the hour of her arrival at and departure from Singapore and Colombo; the _Wolf_, of course, had picked up the messages and was ready waiting for her. One other s.h.i.+p, if not more, was caught in just the same way. The _Matunga_ had wirelessed, not even in code, her departure, with the nature of her cargo, from Sydney to New Guinea, and she wirelessed again when within a few hours of her destination. The _Wolf_ waited for her, informed her that she had on board just the cargo the _Wolf_ needed, captured, and afterwards sunk her. The _Wolf's_ success in capturing s.h.i.+ps and evading hostile cruisers was certainly due to her intercepting apparently indiscriminate wirelessing between s.h.i.+ps, and between s.h.i.+ps and sh.o.r.e--at one time in the Indian Ocean the _Wolf_ was picking up news in four languages--and to her seaplane, which enabled her to scout thoroughly and to spot an enemy s.h.i.+p long before she could have been seen by the enemy. Thus the _Wolf's_ procedure when hunting for her prey was simplicity itself. Even without wireless her seaplane was of enormous a.s.sistance to her. If her "bird" had revealed the presence of a s.h.i.+p more heavily armed than the _Wolf_ chose to tackle, she could easily make herself scarce, while if the s.h.i.+p seen was not at all, or but lightly armed, all that the _Wolf_ had to do was to wait for her on the course she was taking.

Soon after leaving the Indian Ocean the seaplane had been taken to pieces and placed in the 'tween decks, so that if the _Wolf_ had been seen by another steamer, her possession of a seaplane would not have been revealed.

The two s.h.i.+ps proceeded on their new course at full speed for the next two days. On the 21st they slowed down, hoping to coal in the open sea.

The next day both s.h.i.+ps stopped, but the condition of the sea would not admit of coaling; we were then said to be about 700 miles E. of Monte Video. It was a great disappointment to the Germans that they were prevented from coaling and spending their Christmas under the shelter of Trinidad, but it became quite clear that all the holes for German raiders in this part of the ocean had now been stopped, and that they would have to coal in the open sea or not at all. Some of us thought the Germans might go back to Tristan da Cunha, or even to Gough Island--both British possessions in the South Atlantic--but the Germans would not risk this. Even St. Helena was mentioned as a possible coaling place, but the Germans said that was impracticable, as it would mean an attack on an unfortified place: as if this would have been a new procedure for German armed forces! The fact that they knew St. Helena to be fortified probably had a great deal more to do with their decision not to proceed there!

But the disappointment about Trinidad was mitigated by other wireless news received. The Commander of the _Wolf_ called all his men together and harangued them to the effect that the latest news was that Russia and Roumania were now out of the war, having given in to Germany, that the Italian disasters had knocked Italy out in addition, that the war would certainly be over in six months, and that the _Wolf_ would then go home in safety to a victorious, grateful, and appreciative Fatherland.

Some such spur as this was very necessary to the men, who were getting very discontented with the length of the cruise and conditions prevailing, notably the monotony of the cruise and threatened shortage of food and drink and tobacco.

(The _Wolf_ had brought out from Germany enormous stores of provisions for the cruise, which was expected to last about a year. In fact, her cargo from Germany consisted of coal, stores, ammunition, and mines only. She replenished her stores solely from the prizes she took.)

The Germans were thoroughly confident of victory, and very c.o.c.k-a-hoop now that Russia and Roumania were knocked out, and Italy, so they said, so thoroughly defeated as to be quite a negligible factor in the future.

Our enemies could not conceal their joy at the good news their wireless brought them. They crowed over us, and at mealtimes the Captain explained how, with the "three and a half millions" of their troops released from the Russian fronts, defeat for the Allies was inevitable in a very few months. A German victory was now as sure as to-morrow's sunrise. "But, of course," he said, "there will first be an armistice to discuss terms." We asked him what he meant by an armistice. He replied that the troops on the front would cease fighting. "And your submarines?" we asked. "Oh! they will go on with their work," he replied. "Why should they stop?" Why, indeed? It was to be a _German_ armistice, graciously permitted by our enemies, in which they were to continue the use of a deadly weapon, but we were to lay down our arms!

Generally speaking, however, we refused to be drawn into discussion of the war, its causes and issues. The enemy was "top dog" for the time being, we were in his power: we did not know what was in store for us; we did not wish to prejudice any chances we might have, and it would not pay to lose our tempers or be indiscreet.

Christmas Eve was still too rough for the s.h.i.+ps to tie up alongside, and our Christmas the next day was the reverse of merry. The Germans had held a Christmas service on the _Wolf_ on Christmas Eve, and sounds of the band and singing were wafted to us over the waters. We could have no music on the _Igotz Mendi_, as we had no piano, but our friends on the _Wolf_, so we heard afterwards, gathered together in the 'tween decks and joined in some Christmas music.

I went out on deck early on Christmas morning, and there met the Spanish Chief Mate chewing a bun. He asked me to share half with him--a great sacrifice! Such was the commencement of our Christmas festivities. Later in the morning the Spanish Captain regaled the ladies with some choice brand of Spanish wine, and offered first-cla.s.s cigars to the men prisoners (rather better than the "Stinkadoros" sometimes offered us by the crew), German officers on the s.h.i.+ps exchanged visits, and we all tried to feel the day was not quite ordinary.

Our thoughts and wishes on this sad Christmas Day turned to our friends and relations at home who would be mourning us as dead, and may perhaps be "better imagined than described," and with the bad news from the various seats of war we all felt fairly blue.

The German officers had a great feast and a jolly time on the _Wolf_.

One cow and three pigs had been killed for the Christmas feast, but they did not go far between eight hundred people. The day before we had been served with some of the "in'ards," or, as the American said, the "machinery" of the poor beasts cut up into small pieces, even the lungs being used. Some of us turned up our noses at this, but the Captain a.s.sured us that if we ever _did_ get to America or England we should find that the U boats had reduced our countries to such straits that even such "machinery" would be welcome food!

With Christmas Day came to an end for us a quarter of a year's captivity, and all the prisoners, at least, were glad when the dismal farce of Christmas under such conditions was over.

"This is the life," said the German sailor who supplied us with water twice daily. He was a very hardworked member of the prize crew, doing all sorts of odd jobs and always willing to help, and was said to be the black sheep of a high German family, which numbered among its members officers holding high commands in the German army and navy. If he thought it "was the life," we didn't!

The Germans showed us the "Second Christmas Annual of the _Wolf_." It was very well got up, with well-drawn and clever ill.u.s.trations of their exploits, and caricatures of some of their officers and prisoners. One picture ill.u.s.trated the _Wolf_ running the blockade on her outward voyage. If the picture represented anything like the truth, she must have got through by the very skin of her teeth! The covers of both "Annuals" were very striking and very cleverly done.

The weather on Boxing Day was only a little more favourable than that on Christmas Day, but the Germans decided to wait no longer to coal the _Wolf_. They had previously conveyed water to our s.h.i.+p from the _Wolf_ in boats. The same method of transferring coal was discussed, but that idea was abandoned. At 5 p.m. she tied up alongside us. She b.u.mped into us with considerable force when she came up, and not many of us on board the _Igotz Mendi_ will ever forget that night of terror. Both s.h.i.+ps were rolling heavily, and repeatedly b.u.mping into each other, each s.h.i.+p quivering from end to end, and the funnel of the _Igotz Mendi_ was visibly shaking at every fresh collision. Sleep was impossible for any one on our boat; in fact, many feared to turn in at all, as they thought some of the plates of the boats might be stove in. We wandered about from cabin to deck, and from deck to cabin, trying in vain to get to sleep. The Spanish Chief Engineer came to us on the deck about 4 a.m.