"mother-ship," their role in this respect may be outlined by subsequent experiment beyond the possibility of criticism. The right line of action was set forth by the Secretary to the United States Navy when he informed Congress that "well trained and thoroughly reliable crews are indispensable for submarine boats, and like all torpedo boats their efficiency will largely depend on the nerve, dash and steadfastness of their personnel." This marks the accurate attitude towards the submarine boat in its present stage-a desire to ascertain its powers, and a recognition that this can be done only by detailing officers and men to the craft, and giving them every opportunity and encouragement to test the capabilities of this audacious development of naval warfare. So far as can be judged this is the line of action that the British Admiralty have laid down, and this way lies truth as opposed to theoretical condemnation or over-appreciation, both of which are fraught with danger. ARCHIBALD S. HURD, THE DRUMMER BOY. BROAD is the beach and bare and white Bright are the waves and ever bright Or up the reef before the breeze Some guns and men went straggling by While pickets watched with shaded eye. Until the tardy sun shall drop Down through the crimson West.. Till straight abreast the tented knoll Their enemies. And winds in vain The ragged canvas shake, No sleeper turns, or turns again Not one the winds awake. The cannoneers beneath the pines And wonder if the foe divines The net around him drawn; The sergeant trains his guns aright While faintly swells of pallid light With lanyard loosely held they wait Of useless pity hesitate, So well their trade was taught Their bloody trade was taught. Here, then, they watch, and there they rest Collecting what he dreamed: "I thought I was at home," he said, At once the arid hills are drowned With military din; And ever as the drumming spread That drowsy morning through, The rattle loud of reveille For phantom joys that seem to flee, The tents disgorge along the height Are they to gibe some moody wight With brush and bough the fire they nurse, One lights a pipe, and one a verse Of rustic humor trills The sergeant grimly smiled. Each gun Upon the throng, nor heeds a one From out the gloom, with sudden glare So blithe the shell came plunging where Since song and laugh were heard, But now upon the silence dead No leaf nor whisper stirred. Though oft they may the roll repeat, There will no answer come From him who on that morning beat He sleeps where oleanders build. Each spring their scarlet dome, With wish forevermore fulfilled, Since now he is at homeForevermore at home. H. W. CLOSSON, Colonel, U. S. A. PERSONAL RECOLLECTIONS OF WHAT HAPPENED IN MANILA BAY AFTER THE BATTLE. THE troops that arrived on June 30th, under command of General Anderson, established themselves in the Cavite arsenal and went to drilling. The rainy season had begun about the middle of June, and was now in full swing. It was excessively uncomfortable on board ship, but we in the Petrel preferred the rain to the blazing weather we had had before, because it made the air a little cooler and drove away the mosquitoes, and brought more breeze; but it was not very gay at the best. We swung around our anchor day after day, and watched the rain, and walked up and down the deck in our bare feet. We had about eighty rubber blankets on the ship, and we served them out to as many men, for them to sleep on on deck, because there was not breathing space enough for all to sleep below in such a heat. There was always half of one watch on duty at night under arms, besides several sentries; they were nearly always wet. Things seemed about as uncomfortable as they could be, but we had only to imagine how much worse it would be for the Army when they landed on shore, to become quite contented with our lot. Our launches and tugs patrolled the bay at night, and we kept a bright lookout. At intervals there would come the report that the Spaniards were to make a desperate attack that night. We always believed these reports and braced ourselves; and night after night we strained our eyes, and sent the searchlights all over the bay. When we turned in we noted carefully where each garment lay, so that we might get on deck quickly. We kept our papers and affairs in such condition that there would be no trouble if we should be killed. But the attack never came, and none of us were killed. On the 17th of June the second detachment of troops came under command of Brigadier General Greene. By this time the Filipinos had fought their way to a position within range of Fort San Antonio, which was at the southern end of the defences of Manila. |