Identifier: ourwonderfulnavy00marg (find matches)
Title: Our wonderful navy; the story of the sure shield in peace and war
Year: 1919 (1910s)
Authors: Margerison, John S
Subjects: World War, 1914-1918 World War, 1914-1918
Publisher: London, Cassell and Co., Ltd
Contributing Library: Robarts - University of Toronto
Digitizing Sponsor: University of Toronto

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e hull of the ship lying on thebottom, and connected them all to a wire. Then, when they wereall on the surface again, the skipper would press a key and there wouldrise into the air a mound of water, while the wreck, demolished utterly^would simply fall to pieces and leave the fairway unblocked. In contrast there is another type of fleet auxiliary whose missionit is to save wrecked ships instead of destroying them—the salvagevessel. Prior to the war, the salvage of wrecks was principally inthe hands of private firms, but when hostilities commenced theAdmiralty inaugurated a department for this work. How wellthese little ships worked is shown by the fact that in a little overfifteen months they were able to salve five hundred wrecked ships,and restore them to Britains carrying trade, The work of salvageis dangerous, unpleasant, and exceedingly laborious; a weaklingwill go under in it in a week, and a strong man rapidly get worn out. SMALL AIRSHIPS. THE NEWEST EYES OF THE BRITISH NAVY
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Blimps Scouting for Under-water Craft—and getting a Bulls-eye. CHAPTER XITHE WORK OF THE R.N.A.S. THE seaplane lay, like a huge hawk moth at rest, just outsidethe hangar, with her nose almost lapped by the short wavesof the inlet which she and several others of her kind used as abase. And around her, like a swarm of ants, crowded many blue-clad air mechanics, oiling, testing, making her ready for her dayswork. For it was her turn on patrol. Presently from the mess room emerged her pilot and observer,each carrying slung over his arm his padded flying helmet, and attiredin his aviators kit. A swift look over the machine to make sureshe was all in order—for upon the tautness of a stay or the adjustmentof a nut their very lives might depend—and they clambered up intothe fuselage and took their seats, the observer making sure all hisinstruments were in place, and the pilot trying his joy-stick. Contact ! A short wave of the hand, and the mechanic atthe seaplanes bow swung the great p

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