Then out in the darkness we groped our way to our car, thinking the day's adventures were ended. Along the sky the rockets and star shells blazed and spluttered, lighting us for the moment, and then leaving the darkness still more oppressive around us. It took much pushing and shoving to get the "Petit Camerade" on to the roadway, and our hosts bade us good-bye heartily, though in whispers, as we were very near the "movement along the front."
FOOTNOTE:
[10] All numerals relate to stories told herein—not to chapters in the book.
"FROM DARTMOUTH TO THE DARDANELLES"—A MIDSHIPMAN'S LOG
Told by a Dartmouth Student (Name Suppressed)
This is the narrative of a boy who was a midshipman in the Dardanelles Campaign. The mobilization of the Dartmouth Cadets is tragic evidence of the grim facts of War. The loss of these boys on the ill-fated Cressy, the Aboukir, and the Hogue, brought an outburst of protest in parliament. This midshipman describes among his adventures: "The Scenes When the Students Left Dartmouth College"; "The Voyage from Egypt to Mombasa"; "The Bombardment of Dar-es-Salaam"; "Ordered to the Dardanelles," and "The Sinking of the Ship." The latter chapter is here reprinted by permission of his publishers, E. P. Dutton and Company.
[11] I—STORY OF THE SINKING OF THE SHIP
Crash!—Bang!—Cr-r-ash! I woke with a start, and sitting up in my hammock gazed around to see what had so suddenly roused me. Some of the midshipmen were already standing on the deck in their pyjamas—others, like me, were sitting up half dazed with sleep. A party of ship's boys crowded up the ladder from the gun-room flat, followed by three officers; one of these, a sub-lieutenant R.N.R., called out: "Keep calm, and you'll all be saved."