horizon, those slender guardians of the deep came toward us in
formation. There were ten of them, and they met the great American
convoy just abreast our transport. We saw the American flag fly to the
winds on each ship, and the flashing of signal-lights even in the
dawning.

"Those destroyers coming out of the east against that sunrise remind me
of the experiences one has in France in these vivid war days," I said
to my fellow watcher in the "crow's-nest."

"How is that?"

"They stand out like the Silhouettes of Mountain Peaks against a
crimson sunrise," I replied.

And so have many Silhouettes of the Sea stood out.

There was the afternoon that we stood on the deck of a ship bound for
France. The voyage had been full of dangers. Submarines had harassed
us for days. One night such a lurch came to the ship as threw
everybody about in their staterooms. We thought it was a storm until
the morning came, and we were informed that it was a sudden lurch to
avoid a submarine. The voyage had been full of uneasiness, and now we
were coming to the most dangerous part of it, the submarine zone.

Everybody was on deck. It was Sunday afternoon. Suddenly off to the
east several spots appeared on the horizon. What were they, friendly
craft or enemy ships?

Nobody knew, not even the captain. There was a wave of uneasiness over