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Show EPIC OF LIFE ON SUBMARINE IN WAR ZONE Oregon Boy, Held Prisoner on Famous U-39, Gives First and Only Narrative Telling How Under-sea War Is Conducted. By HENRY REUTERDAHL Famous Naval Artist and Writer. NEW YORK, Sept. 4. Carl Frank List, an American sailor boy, captured by the famous German 1 -.'19, has written for mc. for the International News Service, the first and only narrative that has come out of the war zone telling exactly how twentieth century naval warfare is made by submarines. Young List sailed from Oregon last spring on the Norwegian vessel Cambus Kenneth, loaded with wheat for Qucons-town.1 Qucons-town.1 She was caught in the Irish channel by the German submarine U-39 and sunk. Most of the crew of twenty-two were sent away in a life boat for shore, but Carl List, the son of German-American parents, was taken on board the submarine sub-marine and became a working passenger, passen-ger, passing ammunition. He remained there eleven days, during dur-ing the remainder of the most successful success-ful undersea voyage the U-39 ever inale. While he served on board of her she chased fourteen ships and sunk eleven of them. Boy Is Discharged When Boat Return's. When her ammunition was exhausted the submarine returned to the German naval base at Helgoland, where Carl List was discharged. The American lad was penniless and without clothes except for the garments he wore. Embassador Gerard enabled him to reach Rotterdam and ship for home. The embassador gave him a letter. The boy came straight to me and then wrote his story for the International In-ternational News Service. Carl List is a I very intelligent, straightforward and observant boy. He spent a week at my house and, knowing know-ing something of naval matters, I was able to check up on his story. His aptitude for mechanics and drawing helped him to memorize the details of the submarine. Submarine Is Most Democratic Place. A submarine is the most democratic place on top of earth or sea or under sea. True, one officer has supreme command, but he lives, works and eats with his highly skilled crew. All aro covered with dirt and oil and slimy exudations of the submarine. Speaking German and having the free run of the ship as ammunition passer and helper in the mess room, Qarl List understood everything he heard and saw everything to be seen. His story is the biggest page yet written of the naval war. It is the first story of war seen from the inside of one of the newest submarines, and it tells of the sea manners of the submarine sub-marine commanders, the physical endurance en-durance under extraordinary strain of the personnel. Born in Oregon of German Parents. Aftor a voyage of nearly 3000 miles, the U-39, having bagged eleven enemy ships while Carl was on board, returned to her base, not because she "was out of fuel or stores only bocaise she was out of torpedoes. She still had oil and electricity stored, and food in ample quantities for a longer voyage. List, 17 years old. born in Portland. Ore., of German parents, sailed ou the Norwegian full-rigged ship Cambus Konneth, 18.10 tons, Captain Sole, home port Tvedostrande, Norway, bound for Cnjeenstown with wheat for orders. The ship went around Cape Horn. She was clean and a fine Hailer, and first heard of the submarines playing the devil with shipping by signaling a passing steamer off the coast of Brazil in the South Atlantic. Nearing the Irish coast on June 28, the Cambus Kenneth was boarded and searched by the British cruiser H. M. S. Woodnut. The next day about 8 o'clock p. m., while Carl was trying to take a sponge bath and get on some clean clothes "Bang! " Just then came a shot. For all the world, the shot came from nowhere, nothing was in sight, save lumps of water, snarling seas uninviting and very wet. The carpenter, car-penter, who had served in the kaiser 's navy, made out a speck on the horizon and said, "German submarine! ' ' Everyone Acted Plumb Crazy, He Declares. Everyone acted plumb crazy. One would lower a sail, another belay. be-lay. The second mate got so excited ex-cited he did not know port from starboard. Seeing nobody ordered to cast loose the starboard braces of the mainmast, I ran and did it myself. Meanwhile the mate, white in the face, cried to haul in. The bo 'sun bellowed the helmsman helms-man left the wheel, the ship was a madhouse and everyone ran around. Nearer and nearer the submarine came, cutting through the seas, which smashed over its bows. Just above the white foam, in which they seemed to stand, I saw three men handling a gun .iust aft of the conning tower. They were dressed in gray oilskins, same color as the boat itself. I saw a man stick a cartridge in the breech of the gun. I knew all was up. We hoisted our colors and waited our doom. Slowly the submarine drew up within hailing distance. It was the famous U-39, although Carl did not find it out until he boarded board-ed the submarine later. The submarine commander ordered the Cambns Kenneth's Ken-neth's crew to shift for themselves in the lifeboat, to make for Fastnet, on the Irish coast, some twenty miles away. He bawled: "If there are any Germans on board. I'll take them." Cajl List soon found himself gaping like a school boy on board the submarine. subma-rine. The Cambus Kenneth was sunk by nine shells, fired in quick succession from the submarine's gun deck. She went down in a whirlpool and the whining bark of the dog, forgotten in the getaway, was heard by Car! above the swish of the sea. The first installment of Carl List 's story his first week of service on board the submarine follows: By CARL FRANK LIST. (Copyright, 1916, by Ptar company.) A string of commands, a rumble of machinery, then a deathlike silence and I was told that we were under the surface. invisible and deep enoul: to lei si ij pass over us. With lay pillowcase of clothes under my head I dropped on the linoleum of the floor of the r-ess room. Next to mc was the mate. He was fast Continued on Page Two.) LIFE IN THE WAR ZONE ON GERMAN SUBMARINE (Continued from Page One.) thfl water-right tomplon. clamps on the telescope siht and works the breech for a. try. And No. 3 breaks out the ammunition from a hatch In the deck the cartridges come Up tn water-tight containers, wrenched open with a beer openertike handle. The gun crew hook themselves with lines fastened in their belts to the rail, like firemen to a ladder. First Shot Is Fired at a Steamship. "Lo." the first solid shot crashes through the air and makes a white splash ahead of the steamer- She slows down, stops, but does not show her nationality. What is she? British or neutral? At full speed the distance diminishes and with his glasses the lookout makes out her name Oadsbv. We semaphore tier to s;et ready her boats, to get her people in them. There can he no lingering. A destroyer de-stroyer might surprise us; an aeroplane aero-plane pot us. Her lifeboats drop into tho water and pull away tnrough the megaphone we giv them the course to the nearest land. The gun .-peaks again, a string of J'hiszing shells. A gaping hole in the Oadsby's lde. another smash at the water line: sinking, she rolls over and the loose stuff rattles down her decks. The air bursts through her hatches like a bomb and she vanishes van-ishes into the deep under a cloud of smoke. I hear no gleeful shoutings of hate. KL Got! strafe England' slmplv. WJeder, wleder. ein weg" another out of the way. I give a hand in taking down the empty cartridge shells. The submarine subma-rine destroys everything- of the enemy's, but saves evervthlng of its own. Whether convoyed or not, we would chasa.any ship and sink 'em as thev came along. Just in a day s work, if there was convoy we would stay below and pass them out a torpedo. For heavy work, sinking battleships or nig liners, we had big torpedoes, but for lesser fry little ones less expensive ex-pensive and with a smaller war head. But we had none to waste the supply sup-ply was only eight torpedoes In all, two for each tube. Most of Work Is on Surface With Gun. But most of the work was on the surface with the. gun. And of neutral vessels we sank only those bound for the allies with contraband. But we held everything up for examination and let one Greek, a Hollander and a Spaniard steam on. having no contraband. con-traband. i fan; ?f ,ne British freighters carried car-ried quick-firing guns concealed under tarpaulins and invisible at a distance, dis-tance, but (here was no lark of nerve In going after anything. Von Weddl-gen, Weddl-gen, I was told, met his death chasing an armed British steamer. Commanding Com-manding the U-29. he went after a whale of a British freighter In the Irish sea. and signaled her to stop. She stopped, but hoisted the Spanish nag. As he came alongside the steamer let drive with her two four-point four-point sevens at the submarine, sinking sink-ing it Immediately. Often we would be In plain sight of the Irish coast, all hands loafing around the forepart of the conning tower, smoking, telling yarns and waiting for something to come up. Afraid of the trawlers we were not wise yet. you see. We could see them lying on the- horizon before they could spot us: nor did we submerge until they got within range with their "erhsenwerfsers bean shooters, and they could make us out. We left them alone there were too many, and none worth a torpedo or the bother of wasting shells. "But we were scared of destroyers. p asleep and snoring, and Into bunk the submarine sailors crawled, clothes , and all. I fell asleep at last that night, with an electric lignt shining right In mr face What did she look like? The general gen-eral shape was that of a long cigar some 300 feet lony cut up In sections . and gray Inside, rilled with shining 1 gear, it was one minute pounding with noUes and alive with moving figures the nt silent as a tomb, uncanny, men standing still and alert, awaiting the next command as 1' fate hung on their actions. Describes Interior of German Undersea Boat. Looking forward you could see the torpedo room, a mass of piping, valves and "gadgets." Twe big, fat tubes, level with the floor, each load-i load-i ed with the death of a dreadnoght overhead hung two ahlnlng torpedoes ready to be lowered Into the tubes I for firing. There was the captain's , mom. with its hunks for himself and , the second In command, and I snatched a look at the photographs of , Von VVeddtgen and old Hindenburg and wished I had nice bed like his to Btretnh out on, even If the sweating sweat-ing seams above did make the covers cov-ers damp The navigator's room came next, with a bunk along the wall and a desk for books and chart and the like Further aft the two lieutenants lieuten-ants slept and, when they had a chance, the engineer and a warrant machinist. Then came the petty officers' quarters, quar-ters, with the kitchen cutting In, and here was the electric stove and a pump from which the cook dealt us out the spare allowance of water and handed out the aluminum bowls with hot stew, our staple diet. He Washes Pans and Keeps Things Clean. In the mess room we, the shipwrecked, ship-wrecked, stayed most at the time. We washed pans and kept things clean generally. The wireless was stuck in the corner. The all-important controller room was just under the conning tower. And through all the compartments came the rattling racket of the twin Krupp-Dlesel engines en-gines of six cylinders each and 900 horseptrwar Ton could not hear yourself think when the submarine was navigating, for the slamming of the cam shaft, the chug-chug of the piston rods and the cough of the air compressors. But they were the bovs for work never missed a stroke and pushed the boat from Wllhelmshafen clean around the British Isles and back without so much as a bearing getting hot. and at eighteen knots. I was told. I believed It. But I liked best those electric motors mo-tors In the next room, purring away like a. pair of cats, good for ten knots under water. They never ran full speed except during an attack-Emerging attack-Emerging and submerging we went as slow as possible to save the "Juice." as when going to the bottom for a snooze. Batteries Not Recharged Throughout the Trip. I was told that never once were the storage batteries recharged during dur-ing the entire trip. Often I asked, but the men said the batteries would hold out. The tail of the ship held another set of double torpedo tubes, with a reserve re-serve supply of two torpedoes hung from above. Here some of the crew could sling their hammocks. Now connect the mechanism in all these compartments - with the the middle one and you have the brains of the U-39, the controlling room. It was next to the mess room, where I snatched my sleep. For days I stared at its dials and tn the celling dripped constantly and even when she was on the surface there was a trickling sweat of moisture. mois-ture. No wet clothing could be brought inside; the orders were strict. , Every so often, when near the surface, the air was renewed, and if a man found his head buzzing he would ask permission to open, the air valve in his compartment a pipe running through the length of the U-39 to get better air from the reservoir. Always Al-ways when the U-39 was navigating the roar of machinery and pitch or roll kept the nerves strained. Under Un-der water there was no motion; everything every-thing was as still as a rock; you would not know you were moving. But on the surface, in a bad blow, she rolled, but slowly. Some men would get seasick good sailors, too. No Intoxicants Are Allowed on Board. "Without amusement below decks, dull men were resting like reeling prize flghterp waiting for the gong for the round. One might pull out his bag and find his clothes all mildewed mil-dewed and damp, and try a little mending. Or, he might have a "mug-up" of smoked herring, with a cup full of raspberry juice, a llebes-gaben llebes-gaben from home. Nothing stronger was allowed on board. Or he would shine his iron cross and look at It proudly at arm's length as you do at your first watch. For everyone in the crew had the iron crosses, second class, with the ribbon. Captain Cap-tain Foerster and the officers had the same, both first and second. And rightly they earned It even the extra money for each dive a - dog's life in a steel can, ahvavs on the. brink of death. No wonder thev were solemn and taciturn and their gaiety forced and momentary, with only an inward longing to get home. Each torpedo gone, each sunken ship, each expended shell, meant a shorter cruise and an earlier furlough, with a hue from the Schats in the village. But there was no brag, no hero stuff just men doing rnelr duty quietly and in a whisper, without hate and because of orders. 'The officers offi-cers took a businesslike view of their work and seemed like cogs in the great machinery not humans. They had an infinite faith in the U-39 and would surely perish first blowing her up before allowing capture. Of the And when you yet used to it. it la an interesting sight and gets less gruesome. Some sink in five minutes, min-utes, others take hoursthe air in- side the hull keeps them afloat. Then wo pass close aboard and Are a round or two into the hatches or the decks. With a roar the debrla flies high and the ship is no more. I remember one big fellow with war material. When the hatches went, the air blast - liftfid a great, huge motorboat lashed to the deck and landed it tn the sea. Some stand straight up. with the propellers in the . atr, the boilers explode, the funnel is torn loose, or' the masts crash down. ' At times a torpedo is needed to finish the agony. It must be complete, n A-l job. Tou might have read of i boat crews returning after the submarine sub-marine has dusted to patch up and save the vessel. This must not. hapr pen. The prettiest sight I saw ivas ' when t he Fiery Cross went under. Her long boat had Just come alongside along-side with the ship's manifest, which was signed by our captain and returned re-turned to her skipper. The crew was already in the boats, sea smooth-A smooth-A lieutenant, torpedo mate and a seaman pulled over in our little metal dingy to the hark and fastened -rt.hree hand grenades to her side. They all exploded and, with all sail set, the bark settled. Gradually the sea blotted blot-ted out one sail after another until the mizzen lay horizontally on the water and the Norwegian flag broke out red and blue against the ocean the last of the Fiery Cross, going to her end under full canvas. Worst of It Is That You Cannot Sleep. It seemed to me that when they sank a vessel a good lookout was not kept. I looked around myself to see If - some Britisher wras coming up. It was the only time I was really anxious. They might have been alert and I not noticing it. How was the air while submerged? Not so very good you could smell the atmosphere, like in a close room-? it made you sleepy. It was hard to keep awake, and you wanted to drowse about, and it would hurt your feelings feel-ings to think. But the worst of It was that you could not sleep things happened. Tou dropped as dead on the deck and someone stepped on your insldes as the gong sent all hands to their stations, sta-tions, even two .or three times a night. No one took off his clotheB. except maybe to change them. No one washed. All hands, officers ass well, turned in as they were, just kicking off their seaboots before stretching out on their bunks. The oilers and the machinists ma-chinists never took off their leather suits all simply a mass of grease. Worn to shreds from constant wafch-keeping, wafch-keeping, no one thought about looks. No wonder they called us the "barbarians" "bar-barians" in Heligoland. Myself. I never had my things off. Had two clean-ups. Water was ecarce there were eight more thirsty men added to the ship's company when they picked us up. Coffee Is Served to Keep Men Awake, Coffee and stew made the main part of the grub the former to keep you awake. From one of the sinking British ships we got some tea arid a Spaniard Span-iard sold the officers wine and Italian cherries. And they bought butter and eggs from a Dutchman. With this hair-trigger existence there could be no regularity of meals. The alarm, "Tauf station," might come at any time. Down would go the big collapsible mess tables, their supports kicked out by the men rising' on the double quick, but silent. Bread, aoffee pot and aluminum dishes flew in the air and the stew spattered spat-tered the bulkhead or your face It was touch and go, always. In spite of the heat from the engines en-gines and their shafting, the air was damp. When U-39 was running run-ning below the surface the seama nets planted by the British they had full knowledge and charts and would simply submerge and go underneath them, just as they ducked the net sweeps towed by the trawlers. j (The rorcluatng lnstallmeut of Carl List's story wili he printed In The Tribune tomorrow. 1 4.11115 Ly iimtvu uui ea-t.ii pan ana how it worked. The conning tower-was tower-was Us nerve center. From herethe commander, Kapitan - Lieutenant Foerster, handled the ship above water wa-ter as well as under sea. On the surface his station was at the conning con-ning tower hatch a big man, youthful, youth-ful, but with a stern face, dressed in a well-sprayed old uniform over a -white sweater, smoking a cigarette or snatching a fried egg for a "mug up." "Was Llegt an" (what course), he'd shout to the wheelsman below, steering steer-ing by the Anschutz gyro compass before him and peering over the sea through the apertures In the conning con-ning tower armor. When we were on tbe surface two lookouts and the officer of the deck stood watch outside. out-side. Captain Keeps Glued to the Periscope. Running below the sea in chase, the captain would keep his eyes glued continuously to the eyepiece of the conning tower periscope, turning turn-ing it right and left, searching for a victim. The skipper's orders were relayed by a messenger acting as "central" and communicating through speaking tubes. There was no telephone. Der Herr Marine Tngenieur, tbe chief engineer, an excitable person, manned the periscope in the controller con-troller room. The periscope showed everything plainly, just like in an opera glass, and you saw the ocean flat before you, but divided by a vertical hair line and a shadow of the wire stay which protected the periscope from drag lines. The engineer submerged the ehip and brought it to tho surface at the captain's orders. Behind htm two men operated the wheels controlling the horizontal rudders in the bow of the submarine. And their eyes were peeled on the diving gauge which registered the depth at which the U-39 was running. The dynamo for the gyro, a nest of speaking tubeB and the valves of the trimming tanks lined the bulkheads of the compartment. Comes to the Surface to Take a Look. Sometimes Scared Off by British Patrol. Fast and thick they came- We have stopp'ed an English steamer, and in spite of trawlers coming up to the rescue we managed to put a few holes In her side, sink her and submerge before they came in' range. Sometimes we got left. Sometimes a big. fine sailing ship rose on the horizon and we started after her. But the patrol boat got there first an hour's chase for nothing, and we ducked. "Die verdammte trawler" we ought to sink her. said the men. She was left in peace. Convoyed by four British destroyers, destroy-ers, a huge passenger ship escaped. We sighted her July 3, 6 a. m. Submerged, Sub-merged, cutting her course, we stood by to fire a torpedo. With convoys she was entitled to no warning. But the torpedo missed our last. The convoys did not spot us and we dropped below undetected. Na one on board that steamer knew of their narrow escape. I heard our captain say that he was glad he missed the ship for tbe sake of the-passengers "hated to think of the dead and rhe poor devils swimming about in the water." No English Ship S to ps Volun tarily. Sighted two steamers, gave them each warning to heave to knew they were British because they tried to get away. In fact, no English ship stopped voluntarily upon warning warn-ing nor even hoisted her ensign, and to hide her identity, the Caucasian, which we sunk July 3, had her name scratched off. Both beat off in different directions. We stood on a course for the nearest fellow and sent him a dose, enough to lessen headway. We chased the second, firing while under way. He stopped and the crew took to the boats. The gun finished him, bow flrst. We went back after No. 1, now waterlogged, and put a few more holes in him, so that he would sink faster. The people were already off. This was our busy " day bagged five were trying for the record, like every jj boat No two ships sink in the same way. My first morning, someone pushes a foot In my face I woke up then lots of action. "Tauf station" "Stand by to dive." A gong rings. The men roll out of their bunks ii" you are in the way you get hurt as I did sleeping on the floor. The U-39 is awake, but in silence. The officers and men reach their stations. The submarine is motionless. mo-tionless. It has lain all night on the bottom of the English channel. I can hear nothing but the shrill command to trim the tanks from the engineer grabbing the handles of the periscope and quickly turning it around. With Increased buoyancy the TJ-30 rises but slowly until finally tho periscopes peri-scopes just tip the surface. Xha engineer en-gineer takes another look and his observations ob-servations are checked by the captain through the conning tower 'scope. No British patrol boats nor sneaking destroyers are around. The coast is clear. "Ausblasen!" (empty tanks) cries the engineer and. free of its water ballast, the submarine leaps to the surface. "Both engines full speed ahead." and this order from the conning tower throws the U-39 through the sea at top speed In chase of a smoke cloud on the horizon just visible in the periscope. peri-scope. Yve all get on deck dirty, srimy and unwashed, hut taking grandstand seats. The U-89 makes a neat curve and off we go at a mad rate after the fleeing steamer. There is no escape. "Kriegs fahne auf." Up with the colors; help to bring- it up. The S.S-cent!meter gun Is cast loose. The gunnere1 mat unscrews |