essary, chief," he replied.
He inspected the room closely for some moments, then returned to the
bridge and reported to Captain Templeton.
The sea was rough, but nevertheless the speed of the flotilla was not
slackened. It was the desire of Captain Petlow, in charge of the destroyer
fleet, to convoy the transports beyond the danger point at the earliest
possible moment.
The Plymouth lurched up on top of a crest, then dived head-first into the
trough. On the bridge the heave and pitch of the vessel was felt
subconsciously, but the eyes and minds of the officers were busied with
other things. At every touch of the helm the vessel vibrated heavily.
Eight bells struck.
"Twelve o'clock," said Frank. "Time to eat."
The bridge was turned over to the second officer, and Frank and Jack went
below.
"Eat is right, Frank," said Jack as they sat down. "We can't dine in this
weather."
It was true. The rolling boards, well enough for easy weather, proved a
mockery in a sea like the one that raged now. Butter balls, meat and
vegetables shot from plates and went sailing about. It was necessary to
drink soup from teacups and such solid foods as Jack and Frank put into
their stomachs was only what they succeeded in grabbing as they leaped
about on the table.
The two returned on deck.
The day passed quietly. No submarines were sighted, and at last the
flotilla reached the point where the destroyers were to leave the homeward
bound transports to pursue their voyage alone. The transports soon grew
indistinguishable, almost, in the semi-darkness. The senior naval officer
aboard the Plymouth hoisted signal flags.
"Bon Voyage," they read.
Through a glass Jack read the reply.
"Thank you for your good work. Best of luck."
From the S.N.O. (senior naval officer) came another message. Frank picked
it up.
"Set course 188 degrees. Keep lookout for inbound transports to be
convoyed. Ten ships."
Again the destroyer swung into line. It was almost seven o'clock--after
dark--when t
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Reverend Nehemiah Adams (born February 19, 1806; died October 6, 1878) was an American clergyman and writer. He was born in Salem, Massachusetts, in 1806 to Nehemiah Adams and Mehitabel Torrey Adams. He graduated from Harvard University in 1826, and from Andover Theological Seminary in 1829. He was ordained as co-pastor of First Congregational Church in Cambridge, Massachusetts, that same year. In 1832, he married Martha Hooper.
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