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the colonial clippers

This book is one of the print collection volumes of the Cornell University Library, and was first published and appeared in 1914. Owing to scan of the texts and Kirtas Technologies, which helped to convert the text to JPG 2000 format, one can find various marginal notes from the original edition on the pages of this volume. Written specially for the officers and seamen of Mercantile Marine the book contains materials and illustrations, rare old lithographs and sailing records which keep with care the memory of an important historical period.

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the diary of a u boat commander

"I would ask you a favour," said the German captain, as we sat in the cabin of a U-boat which had just been added to the long line of bedraggled captives which stretched themselves for a mile or more in Harwich Harbour, in November, 1918. I made no reply; I had just granted him a favour by allowing him to leave the upper deck of the submarine, in order that he might await the motor launch in some sort of privacy; why should he ask for more? Undeterred by my silence, he continued: "I have a great friend, Lieutenant-zu-See Von Schenk, who brought U.122 over last week; he has lost a diary, quite private, he left it in error; can he have it?" I deliberated, felt a certain pity, then remembered the Belgian Prince and other things, and so, looking the German in the face, I said: "I can do nothing." "Please." I shook my head, then, to my astonishment, the German placed his head in his hands and wept, his massive frame (for he was a very big man) shook in irregular spasms; it was a most extraordinary spectacle. It seemed to me absurd that a man who had suffered, without visible emotion, the monstrous humiliation of handing over his command intact, should break down over a trivial incident concerning a diary, and not even his own diary, and yet there was this man crying openly before me. It rather impressed me, and I felt a curious shyness at being present, as if I had stumbled accidentally into some private recess of his mind. I closed the cabin door, for I heard the voices of my crew approaching. He wept for some time, perhaps ten minutes, and I wished very much to know of what he was thinking, but I couldn't imagine how it would be possible to find out. I think that my behaviour in connection with his friend's diary added the last necessary drop of water to the floods of emotion which he had striven, and striven successfully, to hold in check during the agony of handing over the boat, and now the dam had crumbled and broken away. It struck me that, down in the brilliantly-lit, stuffy little cabin, the result of the war was epitomized. On the table were some instruments I had forbidden him to remove, but which my first lieutenant had discovered in the engineer officer's bag. On the settee lay a cheap, imitation leather suit-case, containing his spare clothes and a few books. At the table sat Germany in defeat, weeping, but not the tears of repentance, rather the tears of bitter regret for humiliations undergone and ambitions unrealized. We did not speak again, for I heard the launch come alongside, and, as she bumped against the U-boat, the noise echoed through the hull into the cabin, and aroused him from his sorrows. He wiped his eyes, and, with an attempt at his former hardiness, he followed me on deck and boarded the motor launch. Next day I visited U.122, and these papers are presented to the public, with such additional remarks as seemed desirable; for some curious reason the author seems to have omitted nearly all dates. This may have been due to the fear that the book, if captured, would be of great value to the British Intelligence Department if the entries were dated. The papers are in the form of two volumes in black leather binding, with a long letter inside the cover of the second volume. Internal evidence has permitted me to add the dates as regards the years. My thanks are due to K. for assistance in translation. ETIENNE.

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The Diary of a U-boat Commander

"I would ask you a favour," said the German captain, as we sat in the cabin of a U-boat which had just been added to the long line of bedraggled captives which stretched themselves for a mile or more in Harwich Harbour, in November, 1918. I made no reply; I had just granted him a favour by allowing him to leave the upper deck of the submarine, in order that he might await the motor launch in some sort of privacy; why should he ask for more? Undeterred by my silence, he continued: "I have a great friend, Lieutenant-zu-See Von Schenk, who brought U.122 over last week; he has lost a diary, quite private, he left it in error; can he have it?" I deliberated, felt a certain pity, then remembered the Belgian Prince and other things, and so, looking the German in the face, I said: "I can do nothing." "Please." I shook my head, then, to my astonishment, the German placed his head in his hands and wept, his massive frame (for he was a very big man) shook in irregular spasms; it was a most extraordinary spectacle. It seemed to me absurd that a man who had suffered, without visible emotion, the monstrous humiliation of handing over his command intact, should break down over a trivial incident concerning a diary, and not even his own diary, and yet there was this man crying openly before me. It rather impressed me, and I felt a curious shyness at being present, as if I had stumbled accidentally into some private recess of his mind. I closed the cabin door, for I heard the voices of my crew approaching. He wept for some time, perhaps ten minutes, and I wished very much to know of what he was thinking, but I couldn't imagine how it would be possible to find out. I think that my behaviour in connection with his friend's diary added the last necessary drop of water to the floods of emotion which he had striven, and striven successfully, to hold in check during the agony of handing over the boat, and now the dam had crumbled and broken away. It struck me that, down in the brilliantly-lit, stuffy little cabin, the result of the war was epitomized. On the table were some instruments I had forbidden him to remove, but which my first lieutenant had discovered in the engineer officer's bag. On the settee lay a cheap, imitation leather suit-case, containing his spare clothes and a few books. At the table sat Germany in defeat, weeping, but not the tears of repentance, rather the tears of bitter regret for humiliations undergone and ambitions unrealized. We did not speak again, for I heard the launch come alongside, and, as she bumped against the U-boat, the noise echoed through the hull into the cabin, and aroused him from his sorrows. He wiped his eyes, and, with an attempt at his former hardiness, he followed me on deck and boarded the motor launch. Next day I visited U.122, and these papers are presented to the public, with such additional remarks as seemed desirable; for some curious reason the author seems to have omitted nearly all dates. This may have been due to the fear that the book, if captured, would be of great value to the British Intelligence Department if the entries were dated. The papers are in the form of two volumes in black leather binding, with a long letter inside the cover of the second volume. Internal evidence has permitted me to add the dates as regards the years. My thanks are due to K. for assistance in translation. ETIENNE.

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yankee ships and yankee sailors tales of 1812

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: THE LOSS OF THE VIXEN ON the 22d of October, 1812, at nine A.m., the United States brig Vixen crossed St. Mary's bar outward bound for a cruise to the southward. It was not expected that she would be absent from home waters for more than a month. Her commander was George W. Reed, a good officer, although he had had little experience in actual warfare. The hundred and ten men under his immediate command had trust in his judgment and were all animated with a hope of coming in again with one of the enemy under their lee, or at least they trusted that they should be fortunate enough to make one or two rich captures and return with prize money to their credit. As one of the Vixen's crew wrote: " All hands were in high health and spirits, and filled with the idea of soon returning with some fruit of the consequence of the war." Day after day the Vixen sailed on and saw one sail after another ; but owing to her having been well to the leeward in every case she had been unable to bring any to close quarters. On the tenth morning after her departure a sail was descried, and thistime it so happened that the little brig was weli to the windward. Setting every stitch of her canvas, she made after the stranger. Judging from all reports, the Vixen s intentions must have been better than her powers of putting them into practice; for if her legs had been faster, so to speak, the expecta- ' tions of her crew might have been answered, and this story (which is nothing but a record of events, however) would never have had a chance to be written. So it is safe to draw the conclusion that she was not as fast as many of our little vessels were at this period of our naval history. While chasing the strange sail, another was perceived to be bearing down from the northwest. This put another face on t...

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Coaling, docking, and repairing facilities of the ports of the world

"The first edition of this work appeared in 1885, in the form of a 'Report upon the comparative merits of anthracite and bituminous coal,' to which was added in a second edition, issued in 1888, a number of analyses and tests of different kinds of coal, together with corrections to that date. A third edition was issued in 1892, omitting the discussion of the relative merits of anthracite and bituminous coal ... A fourth edition was issued in 1900 and a supplement thereto in 1905."

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Heresies of sea power

Pt. I. Seven great naval wars and their paradoxes: I. The Peloponnesian war. II. The first Punic war. III. The second Punic war. IV. Actium and Lepanto. V. The Spanish armada. VI. The Russo-Japanese war.--pt. II. Problems that 'sea power' does not solve: I. Some tactical and strategical problems. II. Base power. III. The guerre de course. IV. Colonies and sea power. V. International law. VI. The invasion of England. VII. Secrecy and sea power.--pt. III. The trend of things: I. Eternal principles. II. The evolution of navies. III. The dimensions of warships. IV. The evolution of the battleship. V. 'Fitness to win.'

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The Quartermaster Corps : organization, supply, and services vol. 2

Description based on v. 2 "World War II, 50th anniversary commemorative edition"--Cover Originally published: Washington: Office of the Chief of Military History, Dept. of the Army, 1955- Shipping list no.: 96-9054-P (v. 2) Includes bibliographical references and index

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Tables for azimuths, great-circle sailing, and reduction to the meridian : with a new and improved "Sumner" method- latitudes 90⁰ N. to 90⁰ S., declinations 90⁰ N. to 90⁰ S.

"Also other useful navigational tables, with numerous examples of double altitudes, equal altitudes, azimuths, etc." "Published by direction of the Hon. the Minister of Marine."

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Sea power

Includes bibliographical references 26 31

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