Cuxhaven

Why would you? Because, well, some people found out the hard way in Germany.

This wild incident happened in Halsal, Germany, which is south of the coastal city of Cuxhaven.

Okay.

And according to Cuxhaven police, passersby noticed Freddy the donkey and a horse running loose in a roundabout.

So how do you look over and know that the donkey's name is Freddy

immediately?

It has been hung up for a bit, they said.

End of Part 1 Part 2 of The Fringes of the Fleet by Rudyard Kipling This LibriVox recording is in the public domain Part 2 Submarines Chapters 1 and 2 Farewell and adieu to you, Greenwich ladies Farewell and adieu to you, ladies ashore For we've received orders to work to the eastward Where we hope in a short time to strafe them some more We'll duck and we'll dive like little tin turtles We'll duck and we'll dive underneath the North Seas Until we strike something that doesn't expect us From here to Cuxhaven it's go as you please The first thing we did was to dock in a minefield Which isn't a place where repairs should be done And there we lay doggo in twelve-fathom water With tri-nitrotol you all hogging our run The next thing we did we rose under a zeppelin With his shiny big belly half blocking the sky But what in the heavens can you do with six pounders So we fired what we had and we bade him goodbye Chapter 1 The chief business of the trawler fleet is to attend to the traffic The submarine in her sphere attends to the enemy Like the destroyer the submarine has created its own type of officer and man With a language and traditions apart from the rest of the service And yet at heart unchangingly of the service Their business is to run monstrous risks from earth air and water In what to be of any use must be the coldest of cold blood The commander's is more a one-man job as the crew's is more teamwork Than any other employment afloat That is why the relations between submarine officers and men are what they are They play hourly for each other's lives with death the umpire Always at their elbow on tiptoe to give them out There is a stretch of water once dear to amateur yachtsmen Now given over to scouts submarines destroyers and of course contingents of trawlers We were waiting the return of some boats which were due to report A couple surged up the still harbor in the afternoon light and tied up beside their sisters There climbed out of them three or four high-booted sunken-eyed pirates Clad in sweaters under jackets that a stoker of the last generation would have disowned This was their first chance to compare notes at close hand Together they lamented the loss of a zeppelin A perfect mug of a zepp who had come down very low and offered one of them a sitting shot But what can you do with our guns? I gave him what I had and then he started bombing I know he did another said I heard him that's what brought me down to you I thought he had you that last time No I was forty foot under when he hove out of the biggun What happened to you? My steering gear jammed just after I went down and I had to go round in circles till I got it straightened out But wasn't he a mug? Was he the brute with the patch on his port side a sister boat demanded No this fellow had just been hatched he was almost sitting on the water heaving bombs over And my blasted steering gear went and chose then to go wrong the other commander mourned I thought his last little egg was going to get me Half an hour later I was formally introduced to three or four quite strange quite immaculate officers Freshly shaved and a little tired about the eyes whom I thought I had met before Labor and refreshment Meantime it was on the hour of evening drinks one of the boats was still unaccounted for No one talked of her they rather discussed motor cars and admiralty constructors But it felt like that queer twilight watch at the front when the homing aeroplanes drop in Presently a signaller entered V-42 outside sir wants to know which channel she shall use Oh thank you tell her to take so and so Mine I remember was vermouth and bitters and later on V-42 himself found a soft chair and joined the committee of instruction Those next for duty as well as those in training wished to hear what was going on And who had shifted what to where and how certain arrangements had worked They were told in language not to be found in any printable book Questions and answers were alike Hebrew to one listener, but he gathered that every boat carried a second-in-command, a strong, persevering youth who seemed responsible for everything that went wrong, from a motor cylinder to a torpedo.

Then somebody touched on the mercantile marine and its habits.

Said one philosopher, They can't be expected to take any more risks than they do.

For three years and more, he was in various ships on the home station, which meant a constant round of dull routine work, enlivened only by chances of getting home for a few days.

While serving in the Lark sloop, he accompanied to Cuxhaven the squadron told to bring to England Princess Caroline of Brunswick, soon to become Princess of Wales.

The voyage out seems to have been arctic in its severity.

This bad weather, combined with dense fogs, caused the Lark to get separated from the rest of the squadron, and from March 6th till the 11th, nothing was seen or heard of the sloop.