A motion to "Hay," who held the firing lanyard, and almost instantly came the sharp, vicious report of the breechloader. Each man sprang back to his station, and the process of reloading went on without delay. The battle smoke from Number Six, which had filled our port for some time, cleared away just then, enabling us to see "Hay"s" last shot strike squarely upon the outer line of earthworks of the Punta Gorda battery.
"Splendid shot, "Hay"!" exclaimed our division officer, briefly.
"Bully, that"s what it is--bully!" cried "Stump," patting the second captain upon the back.
"Hurray! it"s knocked out a gun," reported "Dye," from nearer the port.
"I saw the piece keel over backward."
There was no time for further comment. When a gun"s crew is firing at will, and the excitement of combat has taken possession of the individual members, the task in hand requires all one"s attention. We of Number Eight had suffered one delay, and we really felt that the lost time must be made up.
Personal impressions in battle have been described in prose and poem until the subject is hackneyed, but it may be of interest to note that the impressions experienced by the novices in naval warfare manning the "Yankee," during the bombardment of Santiago, consisted mainly of one feeling. It was well-voiced by "Hod," who said many days later:
"I felt just as I did one time when I attended Barnum"s circus in Madison Square Garden. They had three rings, two platforms, a lot of tight-ropes and trapezes and other things all going at the same time.
Before I had been in the place three minutes I was wishing for a hundred eyes. And that is the way I felt at Santiago."
What we saw of the bombardment was limited to the range of our gun port, but that little was worth all the hardships and toil and discomforts of the whole cruise. The spectacle of the fleet itself was almost enough.
To see the great ships ploughing through the water, each enveloped in a shroud of smoke, shot here and there with tinges of ruddy flame; to see that mighty line swinging and swaying in front of the enemy; to see the sh.e.l.ls land and explode in fort and battery; to see the great gaps torn in cliff and earthworks; to see the geyser-like fountains of water spout up here and there as the Spanish sh.e.l.ls struck the surface of the bay--to see all this, and to hear the accompanying thunder and booming of the guns, was payment in full for coal handling and standing watch and "Government straight." Not one of the "Yankee" boys would have missed the spectacle for anything earth could offer.
[Ill.u.s.tration: ON THE GUN DECK DURING THE BOMBARDMENT]
During the second hour of the attack we were enabled to observe the work being done by other vessels of the fleet. Near us was the gallant "New Orleans," the ship purchased from Brazil. Her foreign build made it easy to distinguish her, and, as she was the only craft using smokeless powder, she presented a prominent mark. The guns on board the "New Orleans" were being served rapidly and with precision, and we saw a number of shots strike well within the limits of the batteries.
At our end of the line the flagship "New York," the "Iowa," and the "Oregon" were pouring an appalling fire into some new earthworks near Morro Castle. It was seen that but very few shots were sent in the direction of the latter, and it transpired that Admiral Sampson had issued strict orders to the fleet to avoid endangering Lieutenant Hobson and his brave companions, who were supposed to be imprisoned in old Morro. Before the end of the second hour the "New York" and the "New Orleans" had succeeded in completely silencing Cayo Battery, dismantling the guns and wrecking the outer fortifications.
At the other end of the line Admiral Schley"s division was doing splendid work. We could see the "Ma.s.sachusetts," "Brooklyn," and "Texas"
move in toward sh.o.r.e and open fire at close range. It was a stirring sight, this mighty duel between warships and forts. As compared with the cliffs and hills of the land, the ships seemed veritable pigmies, but in this strife the pigmies were all powerful.
The guns of the fleet were working havoc in the forts ash.o.r.e, and we could see the Spanish artillerymen abandon battery after battery. Cayo, Punta Gorda, Estrella, and Catalena were rapidly being vacated. The former was entirely out of the fight, and the others were replying only at intervals. Presently the "Ma.s.sachusetts" and "Marblehead" advanced within two thousand yards of the Estrella fortification and began such a terrific firing that within a few minutes a great cloud of smoke appeared above the works. The Spanish guns became quiet at once, and a rousing cheer went up from the fleet.
"Hay," in his exuberance, wanted to send a five-inch sh.e.l.l from our gun at the burning fort, but the distance was too great and he was compelled to be content with a couple of well-aimed shots at the nearest battery.
"I wish we had thirteen-inch guns and the range was about ten feet,"
grumbled "Stump." "I"d like to smash the whole outfit in a pair of minutes. By Cricky! we have poured enough good old American steel into those forts to build a bridge across the Atlantic, but the dagoes are still giving us guff."
"It won"t last much longer," said Tommy rea.s.suringly. "From the looks of those batteries they haven"t much fight left. I"ll bet a hardtack against a prune we haul off at four bells."
"Licked?" queried Flagg.
"Nope."
"Will the Spaniards give up?" asked "Dye."
Tommy hesitated before replying. It was a brief lull and we were resting at the gun. The crew, grimy, dirty, battle-stained and tired, was glad to lean against the side of the deck or a convenient stanchion. Tommy"s long service in the regular navy as apprentice and seaman made his opinions official, and we were always glad to listen to his explanations.
"Will the Spaniards give up?" repeated "Dye."
"Yes, and no," replied the first captain thoughtfully. "You see, it"s this way. Those dagoes are not fools by any means. They have selected good places for their batteries, and they know earthworks are hard to destroy. They aren"t like the old-style stone forts that could be knocked to pieces in no time. When a sh.e.l.l, even a thirteen-incher, hits a mound of earth it tears up the dirt and spoils the look of the parapet, but it really doesn"t do much harm. To completely ruin an earthwork battery, you must dismantle every gun in it. And that"s pretty hard to do. Mark my words, those fellows will give us a shot of defiance after we quit."
"What"s the idea of all this bombarding then?" asked "Stump." "We"d be much better "caulking off," seems to me."
"And think what it costs the Government," I suggested. "The cost of the projectiles and the wear and tear to guns and ships must be something enormous."
Tommy"s answer was drowned in the thundering roar of the "New York"s"
battery, which opened fire just then a short distance away, but it was evident he agreed with me. A moment later Number Eight went into action once more, and we worked the breechloader without cessation until the conclusion of the bombardment, which came a half hour later.
The fortifications ash.o.r.e had entirely ceased firing, and at ten o"clock a signal to stop bombarding appeared on the flagship. It was obeyed with reluctance, and it was evident the crews of the various ships were anxious and eager to continue. As the fleet drew off there was a puff of smoke in one corner of Punta Gorda battery and a sh.e.l.l whizzed over the "Ma.s.sachusetts." A second shot came from one of the earthworks, and still another from Punta Gorda; then the firing ceased again.
"Didn"t I tell you so?" quietly remarked Tommy. "The beggars ain"t licked yet."
"But they got a taste of Uncle Sam"s strength," said Flagg.
"And I"ll bet anything they haven"t enough whole guns left to equip one small fort," added "Stump."
"I heard the skipper say the destruction of life must be enormous,"
spoke up the "Kid," stopping on his way aft to deliver a message. "He watched the whole thing with his gla.s.s. He told "Mother Hubbub" the moral effect was worth all the trouble."
"That"s an expert opinion," observed "Hay," wiping off the breech of the gun. "Now you"ve had your little say, youngster, so just trot along."
The fleet presently reached its former station several miles off sh.o.r.e, and the bombardment of Santiago was at an end.
No attempt was made to clean ship until late in the afternoon. The men were permitted to lie around decks and rest, smoke, and discuss the fight, which they did with exceeding interest. When dinner was piped at noon, the shrill call of the boatswain"s whistle was welcome music. A sea battle is a good appetizer.
About four o"clock in the afternoon the fleet was treated to a spectacle both novel and humorous. The little "Dolphin," a gunboat of not fifteen hundred tons displacement, which was keeping guard close in sh.o.r.e, began to use her guns. A battery near the channel returned the fire, but the plucky little craft maintained her position, and from the series of rapid reports coming from her four-inch breechloaders and six-pounders, it was evident she had something important on hand.
The "Yankee" was signalled to run in to her a.s.sistance, but before we could reach a position, the "Dolphin" had accomplished her task. It was not until then that we discovered what she had been doing.
"May I never see home again if the gunboat hasn"t corralled a railway train in a cut!" exclaimed "Patt." "Just look there, fellows. See that ridge of earth on the other side of the channel? Just under it is a track running into a cut and--"
"The "Dolphin" has closed up both ends," interrupted "Stump," with a laugh. "She"s knocked down a pile of earth and debris on the track and the, train can"t get out. What a bully trick."
Flagg produced a gla.s.s, and after a careful scrutiny reported that he could see part of the train lying on its side at the eastern end of the cut. He could also distinguish a number of bodies, and it was plain that the Spanish loss had been heavy. It was not until later that we learned the details, which were as follows:
After the bombardment the "Dolphin" remained at her station, firing occasionally at the batteries ash.o.r.e. She was directly opposite a cut in the cliff, through which runs a little railway connecting the iron mines with the dock in Santiago harbor. During the bombardment, a train loaded with Spanish troops remained in the cut, and at its conclusion attempted to leave. It was espied by the "Dolphin" and driven back. It tried the other end with like results, and for an hour this game of hide-and-seek was kept up, to the discomfiture of the train. While waiting for the train to appear at either end, the gallant little gunboat sh.e.l.led a small blockhouse, and in time disabled it. Then she steamed back to the fleet and reported that she had "wrecked a trainload of troops and dismantled a blockhouse." When she left for her station again she was applauded by the whole squadron. We learned later that one hundred and fifty men were killed on the train.
Shortly after supper the "Yankee"s" whaleboat was called away and sent to the flagship, returning an hour later with sealed orders from the admiral.
At midnight we quietly steamed from our station and pa.s.sed out to sea, our destination being unknown to all save the commanding officer.
CHAPTER XII.
IN SEARCH OF ADVENTURE.
When a man-of-war sails from port under what are called "sealed orders,"
which means that the orders given to the captain by the admiral are not to be opened for a certain number of hours, or until the ship reaches a certain degree of lat.i.tude, there is a mystery about the affair which appeals strongly to the crew.
We of the "Yankee" felt very curious as to our destination when we left Santiago that night, and the interest was greatly stimulated by the discovery, before we had gone very far, that the "St. Louis" and "Marblehead" were following us.