Remember the Rainbow Redux: An Alternate Royal Canadian Navy

The Komagata Maru Incident
  • As it was in most places in the world, racism along the West Coast of North America was relatively commonplace during the early 20th century. Even with this fact being evident, it was rapidly devolving from racist thoughts into racist violence. British Columbia’s first major instance of this occurred in Coal Harbor when rumor reached Vancouver that Chinese immigrants were invading the coast. While Oriental immigrants were usually forced home right from the dock, these 4 workers were brought into clear land in the outskirts of Vancouver with a police escort. This “invasion” was met by 300 white Canadians who marched out to Coal Harbor where the immigrants were staying and proceeded to throw the men out of their shacks, beat them repeatedly and burn their belongings. A pair was thrown into a nearby creek after being tied together before the mob retreated. 3 men were convicted and arrested however due to the sympathetic administration of Vancouver; the trio was released after a week in jail. The city officials of Victoria were enraged by the clear bias interfering with legal proceedings and as a response, Vancouver’s not even year-old city charter was suspended and 40 Victoria policemen stormed Vancouver City Hall to rearrest the trio.

    The rapid increasing of Oriental immigration over the early 1900’s culminated in the various race riots, especially in Vancouver and Bellingham. The rather bluntly named Asiatic Exclusion League organized a march on September 7, 1907 in which they would protest into Vancouver’s Chinatown to show their disdain for the immigrants. Over 10,000 people attended the rally which rapidly devolved into a riot through the cities Chinese, Japanese and other immigrant communities. Windows of businesses and homes were smashed by rocks while people were attacked openly in the streets. Japanese residents fought back but the riots continued into the early morning of the next day. While nobody was killed, property damage for Asian immigrants and business owners in general were high, partially due to indiscriminate targeting of areas. These strained tensions were only somewhat subdued by reparations from the Canadian government for the damages, but the resulting legislation passed both provincially and federally to limited “unwanted immigration” only served to make the issue into a ticking time bomb.

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    Asian owned business heavily vandalized on Powell Street, Vancouver, BC.

    The most relevant regulation was referred to as the continuous journey clause. This regulation was directly targeted at Indian natives who were immigrating into Canada. This regulation stipulated that any people who come from the country of their birth or citizenship must do so directly, meaning the ship must never put into a foreign port on the way. Due to the great distance from India to Canada and the nautical technology of the time, this made a one-way trip almost impossible or economically unpractical. This was brought to the attention of a man named Gurdit Singh Sandhu. A well-off contractor and fishermen in Singapore, Gurdit was an ardent supporter of the Indian independence Ghadar Movement and wished to challenge the Canadian immigration laws by sending through a passenger ship. After several months of searching for a suitable ship, he eventually hired the Komagata Maru, a Japanese owned tramp cargo ship. The Maru would work well for Gurdit’s plans as it was previously used to ferry immigrants all around the European continent. The makeup of the passengers themselves is rarely touched on as racism usually clouds period press documents. Almost all of the passengers were of the Indian countryside elite, being of sound financial background and looking to come into Canada to better themselves economically. Some of the passengers were former soldiers and policemen from various cities such as Singapore. Due to their lacking skills in the English language, many of these migrants wished to work lower stature labor positions in order to support their families and eventually return to India after a few years. Many of these men were married or had large families but choose to undertake the journey alone, mostly due to the increased wages even for menial tasks within Canada and the opportunities of opening businesses or investing in such ventures. Even with the relatively clean initial records of the passengers, a number of fellow Ghadar Movement supporters were working feverishly throughout the journey to bring their ideology to the passengers. Komagata Maru sailed from Hong Kong on April 4, 1914 after Gurdit was initially arrested for selling illegal tickets, the ship would later stop in Shanghai and various Japanese ports before making its way across the Pacific to Vancouver.

    The 376 passengers of Komagata Maru arrived in Burrard Inlet on May 23, 1914. As was expected, the ship was not allowed to dock and was ordered to anchor 200 meters out into the harbor, away from the docks. While the Prime Minister and other Federal officials contemplated what to do with the vessel, Conservative MP H. H. Stevens and Chief Immigration Inspector Malcolm R. J. Reid were both in complete agreement that the passengers must be barred from entry by any means necessary. To this end, the pair of ranking officials made life aboard hellish. Komagata Maru lacked a desalination plant meaning that freshwater needed to be delivered aboard the ship, this combined with dwindling rations from the journey gave the men the pressure they required. Cutting off food, water and communications going to the ship intermittently (sometimes for up to 48 hours at a time), the officials attempted to break the will of the migrants. Facing this abuse, large portions of the passengers embraced the talks of the nationalist anti-British Indians or simply became fed up with this treatment and attempted to seize control of the ship. The Captain was deposed and the passengers took over the ship. Tensions were raised as the crew proclaimed they would not be leaving the harbor until they were allowed in the city. The city officials attempted to send police boarding parties to seize the ship and even a tugboat which was ordered to push the ship out to sea but when they both approached, they were repelled by a deluge of coal, bricks and other debris. Humorously, the passengers were driven off when a immigration officer hurled a cabbage from a provisions locker onto their deck, believing it to be a bomb. Premier McBride had enough of the situation and got permission from Ottawa to start deploying elements of the Military in case the situation escalated. Even though the Naval Service Act itself had no provisions in regard to assisting internal civilian incidents, the Premier contacted Commander Hose and requisitioned his help in the manner.

    Rainbow was pulled away from her sealing patrol and was to arrive on the scene to intimidate the migrants into departing from the harbor, using reasonable force. Upon her arrival on July 21, she was placed in overall command of the Militia forces in the area alongside the Militia staff she brought herself. The imposing cruisers mere presence immediately began to pacify the situation. Even with this though, the key figures of the incident were gathered in Commander Hose's cabin to plan their contingency plan if all other options had failed. Hose had obviously been busy planning on the way from Esquimalt as he laid out an almost complete plan to all in attendance. Rainbow was to run alongside the Komagata Maru and set out 3 gangplanks, one on the stern, amidships and poop deck respectively. Each gangplank was assigned a pair of firehoses to clear the way if the ships Militia compliment was not allowed to board. The Militia detachment would storm the Maru with bayonets fixed and group by group, the passengers would be transferred to Rainbow to be taken shore. All parties in attendance agreed with this plan however, they wished to continue attempting diplomacy while the verdict from the counts was pending. Rumors still persist to this day that Commander Hose planned to ram the opposing ship or open fire if the Militia landings were opposed however, these are largely baseless claims from period newspapers.

    Meanwhile, various groups of Indo-Canadians came together to attempt to resolve the situation. One of the more extreme groups met in Vancouver and agreed that if the passengers were not permitted entrance, they would charter a trip to India themselves in order to participate in a rebellion against the British. A British government agent who infiltrated the meeting wired government officials in London and Ottawa to tell them that supporters of the Ghadar Party were on the ship, further tainting the efforts of the groups. Working together, the parties managed to raise $22,000 as an installment for chartering the ship elsewhere in the event that the ship is wholly rejected. The lawyer J. Edward Bird took on a case against the BC government on the behalf of Munshi Singh, one of the passengers aboard. Bird unsuccessfully fought under the pretense that as Indians, the passengers were British subjects and therefore allowed to enter. In spite of his best efforts and valid points, Bird’s case was eventually dropped with the assigned Board of Inquiry sided with the BC Court of Appeals. It is valuable to note that the Board itself was incredibly unprofessional, being extremely slow with proceedings and documents to the point of dragging the investigation out needlessly.

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    Extremely well detailed display of HMCS Rainbow alongside Komagata Maru, showing the absolute bevy of smaller civilian craft crowding both ships. Open the image in another tab and zoom to see the detail.

    In the end, Komagata Maru would depart Vancouver on July 23 and sailed towards Hong Kong. Commander Walter Hose was dismayed when he was instructed alongside MP Stevens and Inspector Reid to meet with the passengers and inform them of their departure. Another inspector spoke the letter to the leaders of the group which was as follows,

    "I am instructed by the authority of the Government of Canada to say that much regret would be felt by this government should any injury be done to you and to urge you to peacefully submit to the laws of this country. Your case has been most exhaustively and ably argued in the Courts and the decision been given against you, and you have been lawfully ordered deported by the authorities; but in view of the particular circumstances of your case, the government have offered, as an act of grace, to supply you with provisions for your return voyage. This offer still holds good and I am instructed to assure you that all necessary provisions will be placed aboard immediately you restore command of the steamship Komagata Maru to her rightful Captain Yamamoto. I am further to say that the government regrets to note that you have been guilty of a very serious and grave offense against the laws of Canada. First in resisting the orders of the Immigration Control authority, secondly in taking away from the Captain control of his ship and by preventing him from getting up steam on his vessel. Thirdly, by violently resisting and obstructing the peace officers in the performance of their duties. The government regrets that unless you now submit, that it will be necessary to forthwith take steps to enforce the law."

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    From left to right, Inspector Reid, H.H. Stevens and Capt. Walter Hose speak to another government official aboard the HMCS Rainbow.
    Rainbow escorted her from the harbor, through the straits of Juan de Fuca and into the Pacific Ocean before returning home to Esquimalt. It is unsure if Walter Hose ever knew that upon their return to India almost 20 of the men aboard would be gunned down by local police but as it turned out, he soon had much larger problems to worry about in the coming days.
     
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    Calm Before the Storm
  • As with every year under the Borden Government, 1914 was yet another bleak period in the history of the Canadian Naval Service. No better can this be seen than within a memo written by Rear Admiral Kingsmill to the Naval Minister Desbarats.

    “Although at the present stage of naval defense, it does not seem to be an important matter, it would be as well to lay down now what would happen should we in the future inaugurate a naval service which would be able to carry out its responsibilities.”

    Even though the current service was languishing in disrepair, Kingsmill saw it important to update the war plans of the Naval Service in the event that they would be needed and hopefully, could be acted upon later by a new or more competent force. In regard to said war plans and the current navy, Kingsmill found himself in a rather annoying predicament. If any kind of war were declared, the only 2 capable warships, Niobe and Rainbow, would be almost certainly placed in the hands of the Admiralty under section 23 of the Naval Service Act. This would mean that Canada would be left without any actual warships in its direct command and would have to adjust the war plans accordingly. In order to rectify this, the Navy would take over all Fisheries Protection ships and other suitable government vessels for port examination and other services. CGS Petrel, Constance and Gulnare were earmarked for minesweeping duties while CGS Canada, Curlew and Vigilant were put aside for patrol duties in and around vital ports. Once a state of war would be anticipated, Ottawa would put into action their war plan. This consisted of but was not limited to placing examination services at defended ports like Esquimalt and Halifax, defending key wireless stations, implementing media blackouts, garrisoning various port towns with Militia forces, locating neutral and enemy ships and collecting intelligence. The Fisheries department would be placed in a partial role of assisting the examination service but as one can tell by the depth of this scheme, Canada’s naval plans were not much more than babysitting of its own coast. Halifax in particular as the main port on the East Coast required the setting up of a heavy submarine net, buoys, blocking of various excess passages into the harbor and general patrolling of internal/external traffic. The main role of the examination service was to identify enemy ships (specifically not vessels of war) and deny them access to the harbors. With the state of the ships potentially at their disposal though, it is unlikely the ships themselves could stop any enemy forces.

    The examination service’s role was described as “In effecting this object [the examination service is] to avoid unnecessary restrictions on vessels using this port, such as would interfere with its full use, or would tend to deter shipping from using it. The passage through the defenses of vessels which are recognized as friendly should therefore be expedited as far as possible. Incoming merchant vessels will be admitted to the examination anchorage at all times of the day and night, but when the port is closed no merchant vessels, except fleet auxiliaries and army transports, will be permitted to leave the anchorage for the purposes of entering the port. Incoming merchant vessels will, in the absence of the previous instructions from the examining steamer, proceed to the examination anchorage and there anchor.”

    Halifax was the most heavily defended port, being one of the primary Royal Navy ports in the Atlantic for many years. It’s naturally narrowing harbor and multi-sided defenses provided it protection against anything up to and perhaps even including older capital ships. The following map and chart showcases the layout of the port defenses.

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    Note that the Eastern Passage was blocked during wartime conditions, forcing any ships down the well protected main harbor channel. Connaught Battery is listed above however, other sources do not list the weapons stationed there. As this map is clearly labeled 1917-1918, the 'not manned' batteries are because of lowered readiness standards and were manned at the beginning to middle of the war.

    Esquimalt on the other hand, was not so lucky in any aspect. Lacking the long coordinator like harbor of its east coast counterpart and a fair fewer examination ships to take over, Esquimalt, Vancouver and Victoria were all rather vulnerable. The following map shows the layout of their defenses.

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    It should be noted that the 9.2" guns were not initially fitted and were left rusting in a ditch when the Royal Navy departed, overall ammunition stocks were rather limited. The 6" guns are also in disappearing mounts which lowers their overall effectiveness.

    In the end, this choice to rather quickly draw up even the limited defensive scheme proved to be extremely fortunate. The various civilian and naval personnel involved worked extremely diligently to finish the preparations quickly as it seemed Europe was falling apart, especially Lieutenant R.M.T. Stephens. The sections of the government war book pertaining to the navy was completed at the end of July 29 and just as they were coming across the desk of Minister Desbarats to be signed, a telephone call warning of an impending vital telegram came through from London. Said telegram read as such,


    Secret and Immediate.

    From Ottawa, 29 July 1914.

    Honorable Minister Desberats, I have the honor to inform you that His Royal Highness the Governor General has received this afternoon the following secret cipher telegram from the Secretary of State for the Colonies. This such telegram states, "See Preface Defense Scheme. Adopt precautionary stage. Names of Powers will be communicated later if necessary." The meaning of this warning telegram is that relations with (the powers whose names are to be communicated later if necessary) have become so strained that, in the opinion of His Majesty's Government it is expedient to adopt such precautions against possible surprise attack and such limited preparations in anticipation of war as are laid down for the precautionary stage of defense schemes.

    Signed Joseph Pope.

    Under-Secretary of State for External Affairs.

    The Deputy Minister, Department of Militia and Defense, Ottawa.


    Upon the receiving of this telegram and a flick of a pen, the naval war plan was signed and thereby underway. Prime Minister Borden was initially caught off guard and had to urgently travel back to Ottawa from a summer holiday in Ontario. Upon his return on August 1, an urgent Cabinet meeting was held and the following message was conveyed to London.

    “The firm assistance that if any unhappily war should ensue, the Canadian people will be united in a common resolve to put fourth every effort and to make every sacrifice necessary to ensure the integrity and maintain the honor of our Empire. We welcome any suggestions and advice which the imperial naval and military authorities may deem it expedient to offer Canada on the most effective form of the nation’s military contribution.”

    It seems that Laurier's old adage of "when Britain is at war, Canada is at war" rung true to all non-Quebec politicians all across Canada. The response from Borden was quick and expected as on August 4, he signed an order in council releasing Niobe and Rainbow into RN service.

    "The committee of the privy council have had before them a report, dated 4th August, 1914, from the Minister of the Naval Service, submitting that section 23 of the Naval Service Act, Chapter 43 of the statutes of 1910 provides that:

    In case of an emergency, the Governor in council may place at the disposal of his majesty, for general service in the Royal Navy, the Naval Service or any part thereof, any ships or vessels of the Naval Service, and officers and seamen serving in such ships or vessels, or any officers or seamen belonging to the Naval Service.

    An emergency having arisen, the Minister recommends that HMCS Niobe and HMCS Rainbow, together with the officers and seamen serving in such vessels, be placed at the disposal of His Majesty for general service in the Royal Navy. The committee concur in the foregoing recommendation and submit the same for approval."


    Even as Niobe was placed in the service of the Royal Navy, her previous years of decay and inaction would require significant time to remedy should the ship be put to sea once again. This left the plucky Rainbow as the only warship present in the Royal Canadian Navy which was ready for immediate duty, even though 'ready' was somewhat of an optimistic evaluation. Regardless, Canada always made do and make do once again they would.


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    One of the highest quality and most well known photos of HMCS Rainbow during her service with the Royal Canadian Navy.
     
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    Prepare for Active Service
  • August 3, 1914. Esquimalt Navy Base, British Columbia.

    Commander Walter Hose tapped his fingers across the cabins old sea desk, it’s scratched and worn surface hidden by the various piles of paper strewn about. He had tried to get a fair nights rest previously but with everything on his mind, that was an exercise in futility. There was usually enough paperwork to go around but ever since the Komagata Maru incident, there was not a moment of brevity to spare. With the events in Europe rapidly spiraling into full scale war, Hose was sent the war warning telegraph back on July 29 and not even a few days later on August 1, Naval Service Headquarters sent him a message that he never wished to see.

    “PREPARE RAINBOW FOR ACTIVE SERVICE TRADE PROTECTION GRAIN SHIPS GOING SOUTH. GERMAN CRUISER NURNBERG OR LEIPZIG IS ON WEST COAST AMERICA. OBTAIN ALL INFORMATION AVAILABLE AS TO MERCHANT SHIPS SAILING FROM CANADIAN OR UNITED STATES PORTS. ORDNANCE STORES TO BE COMPLETE TO FULLEST CAPACITY.”

    Only a day later on August 2, Hose received a direct telegram from the British Admiralty. He had expected something along these lines to happen alongside the bureaucratic tug of war both nations would have over his ship but even so, the contents of the message surprised him somewhat.

    “GERMAN CRUISER LEIPZIG REPORTED DEPARTING MAZATLAN MEXICO MORNING OF JULY 30. RAINBOW TO PROCEED SOUTH AT ONCE IN ORDER TO GET IN TOUCH WITH LEIPZIG AND GENERALLY GUARD THE TRADE ROUTES NORTH OF THE EQUATOR.”

    Hose had heard nothing from NSHQ regarding himself and his ship being placed under Admiralty control at such a point and therefore, spent half an hour contemplating his response. He had decided to forward the message to NSHQ with a request for any instructions. Attached was his own message laying out a realistic scheme he had stormed up in his office.

    “With reference to Admiralty telegram submitted Rainbow may remain in the vicinity Cape Flattery until more accurate information is received Leipzig, observing that in the event of Leipzig appearing Cape Flattery with Rainbow 1,200 miles distant and receiving no communications, the Pacific cable, Pachena WT station, and ships entering straits at mercy of Leipzig with opportunity to coal from prizes. Vessels working up the west coast of America could easily be warned to adhere closely to territorial waters as far as possible. Inquiry being made Leipzig through our consul.”

    NSHQ were not staffed with incompetent or stupid people, Hose knew this firsthand. It seemed though that judging by their response, they were somewhat timid in opposing Admiralty orders. Their reply was somewhat messy but had allowed Hose the freedom he wanted to utilize his original plan.

    “PROCEED TO SEA FORTHWITH TO GUARD TRADE ROUTES NORTH OF EQUATOR. KEEP IN TOUCH WITH THE PACHENA WIRELESS STATION UNTIL WAR HAS BEEN DECLARED.”

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    wireless set had seen better days and even with the utmost diligence of her crew, it’s range of 200 miles in absolute perfect conditions effectively meant that the NSHQ orders limited him to the vicinity of the Juan de Fuca Strait. His original proposal would have to do as a battle plan for the moment but as he looked out into the vast sea of paper, the anxiety within him clawed it’s way upwards. The July 29 warning had required him to report the condition of his ship but to everybody and especially himself, all of her flaws were all too familiar. Besides the aforementioned wireless set, Rainbow’s aging machinery was rather worn. On their way from Vancouver days before, Hose had ordered the ship slowly to increase speed until they were operating at maximum revolutions. The ship had not stayed at this state for long as leaks in her steam joints and increasing temperatures of the machinery caused Hose to avert the test. Rainbow had made a consistent 15 knots for roughly an hour, far below her designed speed of 18.5 to 20 knots. The stocks of ordnance he had been ordered to take aboard were of questionable value, consisting entirely of vintage gunpowder filled shells from the base’s ancient magazines. The navy did have new lyddite shells in it’s inventory but yet again in some sort of sick cosmic twist of fate, they all were ear marked for HMCS Niobe and stored on the East Coast. The guns themselves were out ranged by the more modern weapons of Leipzig and Nurnberg, even if his shells worked in the first place.

    The final and most pressing concern was that of manpower. Rainbow’s official compliment in Royal Navy service had been 273. This had been reduced in Canadian service to 229 and currently, his compliment consisted of 122. Half the already reduced compliment. To make matters worse, large portions of this crew consisted of inexperienced volunteer reservists that varied in age all the way down to 16 years old. Hose had personally played a key role in both encouraging and training these men, both young and old. In any other situation, he would have put them ashore almost instantly in exchange for properly trained men but he could not afford such luxuries now. These men looked up to him for leading them even before they were official placed under his command, hauling them off on what amounted to a likely suicide mission did not weigh lightly on his mind. With such low numbers of crew, Hose was not completely sure if he could both operate his ships full battery and completely man the machinery spaces, let alone attempt any remotely effective damage control measures.

    As the weary officer began to organize and clear the mess from his desk, his glance eventually wondered onto a letter addressed to him from Inspector Reid.

    “Now that matters in connection with the Komagata Maru have come to a satisfactory conclusion, I wish to express to you and your Officers and men, and also all who are in anywise concerned with your coming to Vancouver to render the assistance you did, my appreciation of the great difficulties you overcame in arriving at Vancouver so speedily, as well as the courtesies you extended when in Vancouver, and also prior to that to my assistant Mr. Howard and the Departments Solicitor, Mr W.H.D. Ladner. Knowing as I do the fact that your vessel was in the condition she was, I wish that you would communicate to all who so readily assisted you, the knowledge of the fact that the authorities are fully aware of the tremendous amount of detail work that had to be done and appreciate the spirit in which the need of the Immigration Department was answered.”

    Just through his pompous yet disjointed style of writing, Hose could imagine the proud face of the inspector as he saw those men back off to whatever hell hole they came from. The thought deeply bothered Hose that if he himself had not been born at sea to such a family as his own, he might have been one of the men starving away on that rusty tramp steamer in Vancouver. He would never forget the one Indian man standing in the superstructure as he sent the semaphore, “Our only weapons are coal.” The burning sense of shame still twinged through him as he recounted looking into the weathered faces of those men, alongside the Inspector as the verdict was delivered. The event had definitely been a low point in his career, although what he was about to embark on did not seem especially fruitful either. Perhaps that was not the correct frame of mind. The people of British Columbia would soon be vulnerable to any sort of German caused destruction and Rainbow was the only ship immediately available to stop or hinder such events from happening. It was the least he could do for a province which was so kind and welcoming to the navy as a whole. They were shielded far away from the political squabbles of the East Coast, although not from their repercussions. Even with that being said, Hose had a duty to his crew as much as the people ashore. He would not throw their lives away needlessly. As the Commander fixed his cap and made for the door, he glanced back for just a moment to the framed photograph of his wife and three children sitting behind his desk.

    Rainbow would depart shortly after sunrise that morning, headed for her patrol area along the coast of Washington.

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    A number of Rainbow's motley crew posing for a photo sometime in 1914.
     
    A Detour from Destiny
  • August 4, 1914. HMCS Rainbow, Waters off Washington State.

    Louis Blanchet stepped out from the aft superstructure of the Rainbow, patting his stomach as he came to the deck railing. Supper had been rather late that evening, after 10 pm to be more specific. This was mostly due to the fact that the officers had been working them to the bone all day. He could not help but crack a smile at the recollection of his brother’s face staring out at him from the galley as he collected his meal of smoked kippers and potatoes. Never in his wildest dreams did he ever think he would be aboard a warship at sea, he would have been content standing alongside her in port. Mother had been strangely approving of the pair joining the Naval Reserves, although he was almost sure their Uncle had not been the most truthful about the purpose or seriousness of the unit itself. The enthusiastic younger brother was followed by his older counterpart through the year of training in the dockyard, aboard this very ship many a time and port side in Esquimalt. Rifle drills, proper parade etiquette and even operating the big guns of Rainbow, it had been quite the interesting time! When the Navy had officially set up the Reserves, the boys were both issued their proper uniforms which, at least for Louis, had only served to cement the allure of the service.

    While they had missed Rainbow’s journey to force out the Indians from Vancouver harbor, the pair were snatched up shortly before Rainbow had weighed anchor the previous day. George had been drafted into assisting the personnel in the galley, even with his grumbling, Louis had thought it was the best place for him. He was never very fond of the entire idea of joining the reserve, quite evidently, he only did it to be with his brother. Himself on the other hand, he would not be caught dead peeling potatoes! Almost as soon as he had come aboard, Petty Officer Carr had requisitioned him into service with the rear 6 inch gun as a gun layer. As it was explained by the mountain of a man, Louis's job was to make sure his gun was accurately aimed up or down at the target. The best part though? He was also the one to fire the gun when the orders came down! Over the afternoon, the entire ship was firing practice shells at canvas targets they had been throwing overboard. The Commander had personally congratulated the gun crew of his turret when they had scored a 100% hit rate against one of their targets, 6 hits out of 6 shots fired. That being said though, there had been times through the day where he had incorrectly inputted the elevation data or fumbled with the wrong dial, followed shortly after by a stern talking to from PO Carr.


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    It has been said that Petty Officer Carr prided himself on the competency of his turrets crew. To quote a former Rainbow crew member, "Carr pushed his turret to hit first, hit hard and keep on hitting!"

    The sound of hurried footsteps clattered across the deck above him, bringing the young boy back from his sweet reminiscing. Louis quickly tucked himself into the space below the aft superstructure, huddling close around the thick armored walls of the conning tower. As he did, the ship aggressively heeled into a turn, sending the boy headfirst into the armor plating. 3 inches of plate won over the 15 year old’s noggin, sending a jolt of pain through him as he tried to collect himself. That had been the third course change within the hour. Above his throbbing head was the rear bridge, he had become rather familiar with the stern-faced officer watching their gunnery exercises through the day from it’s deck house. From his location, he could just about make out an ongoing conversation above.

    “Sir, message from the Commander. We are belaying the planned course correction to patrol off San Francisco for the moment. Alongside the earlier declaration of war with Germany, NSHQ has just informed us that a train carrying high explosive shells from Halifax should be arriving on August 6 at Esquimalt. The Commander wishes to restock before returning to the sea lanes.”

    “Is that all?”

    “Yes sir.”

    “Thank you, dismissed.”

    Louis could just about hear the half running steps of the message running over the state of his aching head. They were at war with Germany now? Had he heard that right or was his brain scrambled? He had heard many rumors throughout the ship that it was only a matter of time, but it was seemingly official now. The young lad took a minute to collect himself before checking around the decks to see if the coast was clear. He could barely contain himself as his thoughts raced to that of his heroic gunnery putting a German warship on the bottom, that would definitely put a smile on his Mothers face! George had to be told as soon as he could get away from his duties, this was big!

    On the opposite end of the old cruiser, Commander Hose stood on a bridge wing facing into the headwind. Likely reminiscent of a gaunt faced English Pointer with the scent of Lyddite on his brain, the old salt allowed his mind to wonder into optimism for a short time. This was fleeting as just like the ship he stood on, his mental course was quickly changed once again.


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    The Blanchet brothers posing for a photo in their newly issued uniforms, sometime in 1914. George is sitting in the front while Louis is standing in the back.
     
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    So Close Yet So Far
  • August 5, 1914. HMCS Rainbow, coast off British Columbia.

    Off the now too familiar bridge wing, Commander Hose could just about begin to spy the inner works of Esquimalt through the Strait of Juan de Fuca. Part of him had not expected to ever see British Columbia again but with the changing of his fortunes somewhat, perhaps this would not be the last time. Magazines topped up with 100 lb Lyddite shells would allow Rainbow’s 6”/40 guns to wreak havoc on any German cruiser. High explosive shells would likely fair poorly against the armored decks of his enemies but to all of the irreplaceable equipment on deck and just inside the ships hull, such shells could quickly end the future career of a raider. Even if his ship went down without taking his enemy with them, perhaps the accumulated damage would spare British Columbia from a rampage. Pushing those somewhat melancholy thoughts aside, Hose allowed himself a small smirk as he watched skyward, the setting sun throwing it’s early evening hue across everything in sight.

    “Sir, message from NSHQ.”

    Hose broke his gaze from the horizon as he turned to the runner, “Let us see it then lad.”

    As the runner saluted and quickly left the bridge wings, Hose clutched the piece of paper in his hands.

    “Received from Admiralty. Nurnburg and Leipzig reported August 4th off Magdalena Bay steering north. Do your utmost to protect Algerine and Shearwater steering north from San Diego. Remember Nelson and the British Navy. All Canada is watching.”

    Hose read the message. He read it again, twice and then a third time once more. The less rational part of his brain contemplated crumpling the piece of paper in his hand and launching it out into the strait, it certainly would have made the old sailor feel better, as unbecoming an action as it would be. His patience was quickly approaching its breaking point, one man could only take so much abuse. To be so close to one of the only things potentially allowing him to die something approaching a satisfactory death, only to have it snatched away by the powers that be. It was completely clear why Captain J. D. D. Stewart had departed from the service in the first place, such neglect was not found out of place regarding a flea bitten stray dog, let alone a naval officer. As much as he enjoyed basking in the self pity and indignance of his situation, Hose’s mind wondered to the second half of the massage. HMS Algerine and Shearwater had both been operating off Mexico with a multinational task force days before yet now the pair of ships scramble home under threat of Leipzig’s mighty guns.

    He could not help but feel guilty about his previous thoughts. He knew both ships commanding officers as well, Commander Trousdale of Shearwater in particular was a keen pistol marksman and quite often invited Hose out to the firing range to practice. Hose was never much of a sharpshooter himself but the brimming enthusiasm of Trousdale's company always seemed to brighten his day. He stood here and complained while these men and their crews fought against the seas in their outdated sloops to make it home. Rainbow had definitely seen better days herself however this pair of sloops had originally been fitted with rigging for sails, a paltry speed that even Rainbow could beat and a rather pathetic armament of short barreled 4” guns. Such ships would be easy prey for a cruiser like Leipzig, even a ship such as Rainbow could put them on the bottom rather decisively. If nothing else, Hose decided, he would follow his orders and ensure the safety of these ships. Even with that being said though, the ending of the message had been rather blunt.

    All Canada is watching? They had better avert their eyes quite soon.’ Hose thought to himself as he turned from the wing into the bridge itself.

    “Navigator, bring her around and set a course for San Francisco. Have all lookouts keep their eyes open for HMS Algerine and Shearwater. Helmsman, I want 3/5th power on the engines once our course is properly plotted.”

    With the prompt acknowledgement of his orders followed by Rainbow’s tired rudder heeling around once again, Hose departed the bridge for his cabin. Without the shells and having not topped up his coal, his options for staying combat effective were limited. NSHQ had assured him days ago that the United States did not prohibit belligerents such as himself from coaling in her ports, which was positive as he had credit for arranged for 500 tons of coal waiting in San Francisco. That being said, Leipzig was also a belligerent and could utilize the same role just as well. Catching the enemy cruiser in port coaling would be a boon but alternatively, the same could befall himself. Placating the United States was an utmost priority, offending their neutrality in any way was surely career suicide if he was not already dead in the meantime. No matter, the weary old salt needed some time alone to rest his head and try to think of some strategy in these trying times. If he was to throw their lives away for King and Country, he would prefer it be on best possible terms if at all.


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    The Great Submarine Caper Part I
  • One of the most interesting yet forgotten stories in regard to Canadian Military Procurement is that of the rather blandly named Boat No.1 and Boat No.2. While historians are familiar with the ships themselves, the climate in which they were acquired and their accompanying tale are rather conveniently left out of many an official publication. The story of their purchase and daring acquisition seemed to come straight out of a cheap adventure novel although as will soon be clear, truth can be stranger than fiction. Submarines had been considered for Canada for many years although as with almost everything related to military spending, they were never acted upon before the outbreak of the first World War. These diminutive vessels were a rather effective weapon for any small nation requiring mobile defenses while also working within a small budget. Crew compliments were almost always very small, allowing a perspective nation to potentially man 2-3 submarines for the same the manpower required to operate a single destroyer. Looking back through the lens of hindsight, the officers and men of the period were almost completely unaccustomed to defending themselves against the submarine threat. Anti-submarine warfare as we know it was not developed until into the conflict itself. The German submarine U-9 sinking a trio of British armored cruisers late September of 1914 clearly showed that even larger warships could be sunk by a well positioned single submarine. The ability of these vessels to sit or move rather undetected in comparison to surface warships was another key advantage they held. With proper warning and a good positioning, submarines would be a deadly adversary for an unsuspecting raider.

    Although it should be remembered that while submarines had significant advantages, the flaws present in such early boats rather dampened their effectiveness. Submariners of this period were very much operational pioneers; training was provided but the technology was far from proven. Early diesel engines utilized within these submarines required frequent maintenance and replacement of parts as the material science was not quite up to the future standards of World War II or even the interwar period. Submarines were incredibly cramped even with the small crew compliments and their machinery was rather dangerous, seawater contaminating their batteries could result in chlorine gas being expelled into the interior of the submarine which also lacked ventilation. Torpedoes of this period also had limited range and therefore effectiveness, somewhat nullifying the advantage of surprise that these boats enjoyed. Operational range and the combination of effective torpedo range limited these ships to laying in wait and in open waters, this drastically reduced their usage. In confined waters though such as straits, harbors, etc, submarines had few challengers to their deadliness.

    The beginnings of Canada’s Submarine Service occurred in an unlikely place, within its neighbor to the South. As part of it’s July of 1910 Naval Bill, the nation of Chile placed an order for a pair of submarines with the Electric Boat Company of New Jersey. The pair of boats were designed so that while they were originally built in New Jersey, they were disassembled and transported across the country to the Seattle Construction and Drydock Company. This second company was subcontracted to rebuild the boats and deliver them to the Chilean Navy. The pair was laid down in 1912, launched in 1913 and completed in August of 1914. For a total construction price of $818,000, the pair of submarines was a tidy bargain however when the Chilean delegation inspected the ships, the reason for this pricing became clearly evident. The quality of both boats was rather lacking, fit and finish of parts were incredibly rough in places once a closer look was had. What was most worrying to the Chilean delegation was the fact both boats failed to meet the contractual obligated range requirement and in diving trials, both ships displayed worrying dive patterns with dangerous performance underwater. These issues alongside what was likely cold feet on the part of the Chilean government, caused them to fall behind over a year in their payments. Chile's constant threatening to back out of payments left the Electric Boat Company with two boats and no owners, their construction and details being evident to the US Navy which would almost certainly decline to purchase.


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    Antofagasta and Iquique, named after Chilean port cities, are shown above moored beside each other.

    This all laid the foundation for the events of July 29, 1914. A group of influential figures and politicians had gathered for a dinner at the Union Club in Victoria and having caught wind of the impending war, the topic of reinforcing British Columbia’s almost non-existent defenses was raised. It just so happened that one of the men in attendance was James Paterson, President of the Seattle Dry Dock and Construction Company. After sitting through the various discussions and potential answers to rectify the provinces problem, Paterson chimed into the conversation with the tidbit that his company happened to be in possession of a pair of submarines that could possibly be up for sale. Yet another figure present at this meeting was Captain William Logan, a master mariner and representative of Lloyd's of London. As a local maritime insurer for Lloyd’s, Logan was seen as a very reputable and trustworthy figure within the greater Victoria area. Logan himself would be contacted by a committee of concerned citizens on August 2 who asked him to join in their attempts at purchasing a dreadnought for local defense. Hearkening back to the details he skimmed on July 29, Logan mentioned that perhaps they should look into purchasing Paterson’s submarines and later into the day, another citizen asked that he use his connections to inform the Premier of the possibility. Premier McBride received a telephone call from Logan early the next day and upon hearing the news, he was elated. He had been long looking for any kind of supplementary defenses for the province and with war on the horizon, the time could not be better. McBride was also a staunch supporter of the navy in general, although he had generally fell alongside Robert Borden in the contributionist camp. With Logan placed at the head of the submarines acquisition, he immediately contacted Paterson by telephone and confirmed the subs were still available. Logan was initially worried due to the fact that the submarines and their contract were in the end held by the Electric Boat Company, Paterson assured him that the sale would be legal given how Chile had defaulted on their payments and the ships were laying finished but unused. While a price was not established, Logan sent this news through to McBride who in return, brought Logan, a cabinet Minister from Ottawa, a local MP and the Attorney General of BC into his office to discuss the purchase. All parties agreed with the fact that Canada needed the submarines and a preliminary estimate was assigned of $375,000 each for the vessels.

    Even with their agreement, the party wanted the opinions of a naval officer to back their decision. As Commander Hose had departed aboard Rainbow previously, Lieutenant Henry B. Pilcher of the Royal Navy had been brought in to act as the overall commanding officer of Esquimalt navy base. Previously an officer aboard Rainbow, Pilcher was quickly thrust ashore and had been dutifully attempted to bring Esquimalt and BC as a whole up to a war ready state. The poor man had already been under extreme pressure even before Logan and the federal Minister of Agriculture arrived in his office. Pilcher was dumbfounded at the questions regarding the submarines as he had never been in command of one however, adding additional defenses to his meager offerings was in his best interests, so he was quickly won over. Using his office telephone, Logan called Paterson to finalize the overall pricing. With his clients up against the wall, Paterson jacked the price for the submarines up to $575,000 each with the caveat that no negotiations would take place, he also pushed for the payment to be made in whole by government cheque. Even with the hefty markup of $332,000 over what the Chileans were originally planning to pay, the Canadians had little choice but to accept. After having the federal Minister witnessed the agreed upon price, the group wrote out a telegram informing Ottawa and Admiral Kingsmill of the possibility of purchasing the vessels.

    “Two submarines actually completed for Chilean Government Seattle, estimated cost $575,000 each. Could probably purchase. Ready for action torpedoes on board. Chilean Government cannot take possession. I consider it most important to acquire immediately. Burrell concurs. Provincial Government will advance money pending remittance.”


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    Lieutenant Pilcher aboard HMCS Rainbow, very likely in higher spirits and a sounder mental state.

    Ottawa was unexpectedly slow on the roll in regard to the ongoing situation and much to the dismay and protests of Lieutenant Pilcher, the purchase went ahead regardless. It's relatively easy to show sympathy for Pilcher given his overall situation, his rapidly deteriorating physical and mental health were beginning to be noted by people around him. Paterson attempted to jump the gun and get the submarines ready to depart that very night however, Logan had to stall the overeager man from stirring up suspicion over the purchase. The United States was to pass the Neutrality Act any day and if they did before the submarines were out of US waters, there would be political hell to pay. Logan departed for Seattle immediately alongside Able Seamen Thomas A. Brown, a naval reservist picked at random by Lieutenant Pilcher to accompany the insurer on his trip. As the men moved to get the submarines into custody, McBride quickly lobbied the BC Cabinet to get a $1.15 million dollar cheque and through an order in council, the funds were passed through to McBride.

    The Committee of the Privy Council have had before them a report, dated August 3, 1914, from the Officer in command of Esquimalt Naval Base, submitting that, in view of the existing emergency, it is necessary to provide some additional means of Naval Defense on the Pacific Coast of Canada. The Officer states that two submarine boats have been offered to the Dominion Government; that these boats were originally built for the Chilean Government, which was unable to receive them, and that their dimensions are as follows:

    Displacement - 313 tons.
    Length - 144 feet and 152 feet, respectively.
    Beam - 15 feet.
    Speed - 13 knots.

    The Technical Officers of the Esquimalt Naval Base report that these boats are very suitable, and recommend their purchase. The Minister concurs and recommends, therefore, that these boats be purchased for the sum of One Million and One Hundred Fifty Thousand ($1,150,000) Dollars and that as the necessity is urgent, a Governor General's Warrant
    be issued covering this expenditure, the Minister of Finance having reported that there is no Parliamentary Appropriation from which this expenditure can be defrayed. The Committee advise that a Governor General's Warrant do issue as recommended accordingly.

    Signed Rodolphne Boudreau,

    Clerk of the Privy Council.


    Ottawa would be rather lucky that unlike themselves, Provincial politics had much less baggage to them and without this quick thinking, the submarines could have very easily have slipped away. With both parties working their absolute hardest, the Great Submarine Caper had begun.
     
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    The Great Submarine Caper Part II
  • While the various parties were rapidly closing on their objective, the bureaucrats in Ottawa seemed content with their usual glacial pace. Admiral Kingsmill had been attempting to get a straight answer out of the Admiralty in regard to if the purchase was sensible or not, leaving poor Lieutenant Pilcher hanging on the few shreds of sanity he had remaining. Rather humorously, Pilcher would send a telegram to Kingsmill stating, “I shall not act without authority” but he would soon be made a liar as events began to move independent of his control. The German declaration of war at 3 pm on August 4 would add a sudden urgency to the procurement as very soon, America would put into effect it’s neutrality laws which barred any belligerent states from acquiring military equipment from inside it’s borders. Brown and Logan had arrived in Seattle in the afternoon of August 4, being quickly spirited away by Paterson once they had met. Once the trio had arrived in the yard, Logan and Paterson proceeded to a private office to discuss their plan while Brown was left to patrol the dockyard. A few exaggerations come up around this time in the narrative, some sources describe how Brown had dressed himself as a scruffy looking ‘hobo’ to mingle with the dockyard workers and attempt to root out any German spies or parties looking to disrupt the deal. This is likely untrue given the fact that Brown’s own son has went on record saying his father did no such thing, although he was tasked with mingling into the dockyard to recruit sailors for the trip, he likely did not do so dressed as a homeless man.

    Within Paterson’s office, McBride was called by telephone to finalize the details of the escape. Paterson first attempted to get the payment before the submarines even left, likely to cover himself in case of the plan falling apart. McBride convinced him to accept the payment upon the delivery of the boats into Canadian waters and also confirmed that the tug Salvor would be waiting for them at dawn off the Strait of Juan de Fuca in international waters. An hour later at 9 pm, the group alongside the crew for the voyage snuck through the yard and down to the submarines themselves. The Chilean naval staff present in the yard did not suspect a thing and after another hour, the lights of the yard were extinguished for the night, signalling their departure. Without any authorization, navigation lights or clearance, both vessels crept on their batteries through the foggy night. Likely not expecting to intercept ‘enemy’ vessels the night of war being declared, patrols and coastal defenses were rather content to enjoy their last night of relaxation away from taxing neutrality. Antofagasta carried Paterson alongside Logan, an Electric Boat Company manager, and a retired US Navy officer while behind on Iquique, Brown stood among unfamiliar faces. Once in clearer waters, their diesel engines were switched on and the pair of ships rocketed at full speed towards their destination. After a nail biting night, both vessels spotted Salvor at the meeting area at 4:30 am and shortly after, followed the waiting tug into Canadian waters.

    Unknown to the men aboard, the had escaped by the skin of their teeth. The Admiralty finally cabled Pilcher at 3:30 am with the recommendation to purchase the vessels if they were still available. Pilcher rather cheekily responded with, “Have purchased submarines.” Although this time thankfully, the man would not be made a liar. As President Woodrow Wilson signed the neutrality act at 5:30 am, the sale would remain legal. This fact was unknown to Paterson who was nervously pacing the decks of the submarines as they were rafted alongside Salvor, being inspected by Canadian officials. Paterson repeatedly insisted on the payment being handed over right then and there but the recently acquired Lieutenant Bertram Jones was the holder of the cheque and had strict orders to give the boats a through inspection before handing the money over. Jones had retired to British Columbia the year prior, leaving his half decade as a submariner in the Royal Navy behind, it was almost a miracle that such a person was to be quickly recruited into assisting the operation. The shaking Pilcher had handed the cheque over to Jones at the dockyard, the cheque itself being worth almost three times the budget of the entire Canadian Navy from 1913 to 1914. As 7 am came around and the inspection concluded, Jones produced the cheque and handed it to a relieved Paterson but not before insisting in a receipt also be issued. Paterson retrieved an old envelope from a jacket pocket, holding it to the conning tower of Antofagasta as he wrote the document out.

    While the submarines were now in Canadian hands and headed for the safety of Esquimalt, the freshly minted Canadian Submarine Service was nearly strangled in its crib. As the pair of boats sped into Esquimalt Harbor, they were spotted by the Fisheries Protection vessel CGS Malaspina, freshly drafted into inspections duty. Due to the utter secrecy of the mission, nobody had informed the base and its defenses that the ships were on their way. Malaspina quickly sighted the vessels and instead of challenging them by signal, quickly misidentified the slow slung vessels as German torpedo boats and ran back towards the harbor at all possible speed. Flying past the iconic Fisgard Lighthouse, Malaspina wailed like a banshee as her collision siren screamed in distress, her crew wild signaling by semaphore as they went. The pair of 12 pdr coastal defense guns located at the Black Rock battery rammed home their shells and took aim at the pair of supposed torpedo boats, only being ordered to stand down as their inquisitive commanding officer thought about the situation. German torpedo boats could not possibly reach British Columbia undetected with what little fuel they carried, these ships also resembled British submarines as well. As he correctly identified the pair as friendly due to the fact both were cruising on the surface, not submerged as an enemy would be. Again there is some debate in the exact details of these events. Some stories say the submarines flew up White or Red Ensigns at the last minute while another says pillowcases were run up the flag mast. Local newspapers cover various versions alongside testimony from the men themselves but there is still no clear version. Whatever transpired that day, the submarines successfully averted disaster and docked in Esquimalt, meeting McBride and Pilcher dockside. The anxious McBride asked one of the crew departing from the submarines if they had got a fair price and was assured by the man they had, it would later turn out this man was Paterson himself who in the end, pocketed at $40,000 commission fee for the sale of the vessels.


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    The freshly promoted Sub-Lieutenant Brown poses for an official photo.

    With both boats safely docked in their home port, many tasks had to be seen. Crews were beginning to be formed and former Royal Navy submarine experts were being hunted down within Canada and asked for their assistance. The overworked Lieutenant Pilcher was on his last legs, handing out increasingly nonsensical orders as his mental state deteriorated. He would order the pair of submarines to be renamed to HMCS McBride and HMCS Paterson while he recommended several men for promotions, the only one which was followed through on Ottawa’s part being that of now sub-Lieutenant Brown. McBride sensed Pilcher’s erratic behavior and after a medical examination, the poor officer was finally allowed to rest at home. This 24-hour rest period was then extended to indefinite sick leave following a diagnosis of ‘nervous exhaustion’. St. Louis-class protected cruiser USS Milwaukee was dispatched on August 5 to locate the vessels once the authorities had realized the situation however, the cruiser did little but putter along aimlessly before slinking back into harbor. Chile was furious at the events that transpired but due to the fact they had fallen back on their payments, they held no actionable legal power. McBride himself seized the potential propaganda value the very next day and had a piece regarding the submarines published in The Daily Colonist.

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    Daily Colonist excerpt regarding the purchase of the submarines.

    Canada had finally found for itself some luck in these trying times, although such fortunes would be fleeting.
     
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    A Rainbow on the Horizon
  • As Rainbow finally arrived off San Francisco on the morning of August 7, Commander Hose assessed his current situation. Between himself and the opinions of his navigator, they had predicted that Algerine and Shearwater should be inside San Francisco harbor or around the area itself, unless they had ceased hugging the coast and left for open seas. The lack of wireless sets aboard the pair of ships meant that they were hard enough to track down, although more worryingly was the fact that the pair of ships could be completely unaware of the declaration of war. One of those predictions would be quickly proven incorrect as upon entering the harbor, both sloops were nowhere to be found. The harbor itself was packed with merchantmen of various nations, the news of Rainbow and Leipzig in the area had halted the traffic of all belligerent countries. Local American counterparts roamed freely as Rainbow moved under the Golden Gate bridge and into port, picking up a local pilot to guide her in. It had seemed that NSHQ underestimated the lengths that the United States would go to uphold its neutrality as when Hose pulled alongside, a gaggle of men wearing the uniform of American Customs Officers met him. Their firm statements reinforced by the pistols strapped to their hips, they informed Hose that belligerents were allowed enough coal to safely reach the nearest friendly port, Esquimalt in his case. As Rainbow had enough fuel to cruise in the area until August 10 and return to Esquimalt, the Americans initially denied him any refueling. After some drawn out arguing, Hose managed to wrangle 50 tons of coal out of the Americans after citing his fuel margins for safe passage were not adequate.


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    A photo of the South Farallon Island lighthouse, this gives an excellent view of the misty nature and treacherous nature of the surrounding area.

    A meeting had already been arranged with the local British Consul General in regard to any additional intelligence but to the surprise of nobody, Hose received what he had expected. There was unreliable and spontaneous reports that Leipzig and Nurnberg were everywhere yet nowhere at once, the seemingly most reliable piece of intel stated Leipzig had been spotted coaling in Mexico 2 days ago. A stores ship was intended to meet Rainbow 2 miles south of the Farallon Islands in the coming days and as an excellent interception point for Leipzig or the sloops, Hose decided to patrol in this area for as long as possible. When informed about Rainbow’s fuel situation, the Consul General told Hose that he would attempt to get him coal somehow and would inform him by telegram if this was possible. After picking up four former Royal Navy rating present in the area, Hose departed the harbor at midnight and assumed his patrolling position. Through the mist and fog, Hose steered Rainbow on a course south of the Islands, waiting for any ships to cross his path. The ships crew worked diligently through the next day to jettison all of her flammable wood, trimmings and other non-essential articles into the ocean in preparation for combat. As this material floated towards the shore, locals reported Rainbow as being sunk off the coast. They would be correct, although early by a few days.

    Concerning the supposed pair of German cruisers, only Leipzig was actually off the coast of North America at this point. While the British would not realize this until later, Nurnberg had rendezvoused with Graf Spee’s squadron in Ponape on August 6. Leipzig had been slowly moving up the coast, searching for any British shipping coming out of the major port of San Francisco. Fregattenkapitän Johannes Haun had strict orders to not harass any neutral flag American vessels and with his presence being known, British shipping in the area had become almost non-existent. Haun would later state in his book titled Leipzig: The Coastal Raider, “British shipping along the coast of North America had been paralyzed with fear. It seems our presence had been effective to the point of counter intuitiveness, merchantmen scattered across the horizon at the mere sight of our funnels and at both San Diego and San Francisco, the British hid themselves away nervously. I had hoped to find a belligerent flagged collier on the journey to San Francisco however, we had to wait substantially longer until our fuel stocks were replenished.” German intelligence had picked up on the presence of Rainbow after her dramatic entrance into San Francisco harbor and with local sources stating she would likely be patrolling in the area, Haun was faced with a dilemma. His vessel was certainly superior to the ancient Canadian training cruiser however, actively engaging such a ship would force him to use irreplaceable ammunition and risk damage to his own vessel. Both of these outcomes would bring a swift end to any aspirations of commerce raiding and cause him to likely be interned or forced to scuttle his ship. He faced a similar issue regarding the pair of sloops he had previously worked alongside off Mexico, although to a lesser degree. Haun was determined to only fight his Canadian opponent if he was forced to do so, although sinking one of the only remaining warships on the coast would essentially allow him unfettered access to all shipping and local infrastructure above the border.


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    Fowl Play
  • August 10, 1914. HMCS Rainbow, waters off the Farallon Islands.

    Throughout the two days they had been at sea, the crew of Rainbow had become painstakingly familiar with one thing, fog. As they slowly made their way around the area surrounding the islands, visibility seemed to be changing with the flip of a coin. They would break out into the still blazing autumn sun and as quickly as they did, they'd be found rolling into yet another identical cloud of all-encompassing mist. The exhausted men had been at high alert for days, either for their store ship from Esquimalt or the supposed German cruiser making its way up the coast. Crew members gazed longingly into the muggy haze, blissfully unaware of the pair of young ratings briskly strolling along the superstructure behind them. George Blanchet had finally been released from the galley for a short period and was hoping to get some fresh air, only to be met by this dreary sight.

    “What did ya want me for anyway Georgie me lad?”

    George motioned for his companion to stop as they reached an open doorway into the superstructure. Able Seaman Murphy still stared inquisitively, his red hair peeking out from under his cap somewhat.

    The older brother glanced around before he spoke, “You said you are tired of eating nothing but salt pork and bully beef right?” Murphy nodded quickly, “Good, then stay right here and make sure nobody comes into the storeroom.”

    The conniving young Frenchman had been cooking up this scheme for the last few days and after finding a suitable friend like Murphy, he had a little Irishman to protect his flank. On one of his many trips between the storeroom and the galley, he had noticed there was a chicken coop neatly tucked away in behind the crates of hardtack. Word around the ship was the officers purchased and kept them aboard to supplement their own food stocks. He had previously brainstormed the idea of lowering a fish hook down through the galley skylight and swiping a prepared chicken right off the stove, that idea was quickly discarded as not the best plan. With the few spare moments of his time, George had found out when the Junior Steward's Assistant arrived to feed the birds and the fact that any dead birds would be taken to the rail and ejected over the side. With these things in mind, George had been feeding one of the plump white hen’s bacon rinds from his hand for the past 2 days, to the point where she would come running to the side of the cage whenever he was spotted. Propping open the top of the coop as he had done many a time before, the hen came clucking his way. There was no scraps this time as the boy quickly wrapped one hand around the beak of fowl, muffling the clucking as he produced a wine bottle cork from his pocket. Plunging downwards into the brain of the bird with his free hand, it’s cries soon stopped. The sewing needle he had previously set deep into the cork had work marvelously. With the dastardly deed done, George slinked back to his waiting companion on deck.

    “Nobody has been paying me any attention, seems they are too busy on lookout duties.” Murphy said, nervously rubbing his hands together. “What were you doing in there?”

    “You’ll see in a few minutes.”

    Just on schedule, the assistant must have arrived for feeding time judging from the squawking emanating from the bulkhead. One of the men he had talked to previously was completely correct, the stewards never ate the birds they tossed overboard as they were not subjected to the food of the enlisted men, they ate with the officers. With dead bird in hand and a look of contempt on his face, the man stepped out onto the deck. Before he could finish his beeline for the side of the ship and send the recently deceased chicken to a watery grave, George quickly stepped up alongside him.

    “What happened to that bird sir?”

    He stopped mid stride and cocked his head, “You mean this thing? Some of the fowl don’t take too kindly to these close confinements, they come down with disease from time to time or simply exhaust themselves to the point of dying. Can’t have the officers eating tainted bird, the fish will be well fed though.”

    “Me and the mates could use something besides salt pork.” George said as he purposefully dropped his gaze to the deck, “A bit of fowl would do some good I think.”

    The steward shot a look of half confusion, half disgust at the lowly Seamen before shrugging his shoulders and handing over the bird. “Well if you want to risk eating diseased poultry, take it.”

    Once the officer was out of earshot, the Frenchman turned to his speechless contemporary and let out a beaming smile. “Look’s like I got us and the boys some lunch!”



    Authors Note: Hello everybody, this will be the last chapter before the point of deviation which should be posted on Monday. Thanks for sticking with me up until this point and hopefully into the future alongside my timeline as well!
     
    [POD] The Battle of the Farallon Islands Part I
  • August 11, 1914. HMCS Rainbow, 6 nautical miles South of the Farallon Islands.

    “There she is again sir.” The lookout on the opposite bridge wing called to Commander Hose, “That pesky steamer is circling us like a fly does a carcass.”

    Hose had long ago stopped hiding his facial expressions, an annoyed frown once again creeping across his visage. The SS Mongolia slid into view off her stern, just long enough to see that silhouette of her rusty frame before disappearing once again. For the last 2 days, the American flagged ship had been pestering them everywhere they went. The Counsel General remarked that while she was American owned, the president of her parent company was in fact German. It would have given Hose great satisfaction to haul her alongside and tear apart every section of her internals with a boarding party, although keeping goodwill with the neutral Americans was of higher priority. Even with the surrounding fog, Hose felt incredibly exposed. Mongolia and the Farallon Islands wireless station had been broadcasting Rainbow’s position en clair for quite sometime now, certainly any enterprising German merchantmen or worse, cruisers, would have known his general location for many a day now. The only thing keeping the Rainbow in the area this long had been the promise of coal by the Counsel General. He had informed Hose back on August 7 that he would attempt to acquire coal for him, but Hose never thought he would actually come through. It must have taken some rather extensive convincing and political skulduggery to put these plans in motion but a day previous and just before Hose was planning to make way for Esquimalt, an encoded message arrived. The Consul General had arranged for a British flagged merchantman to meet them south of the Farallon Islands, this ship was officially chartered to take an emergency shipment of 500 tons of coal to Acapulco, Mexico. If she just happened to stumble upon a friendly warship in desperate need of coal, well the situation was out of the General's hands at that point. It had been an arduous task to organize with American customs officials breathing down his neck but the Consul had assured Hose the ship would be arriving within 24-48 hours.

    Hose himself had taken a monumental leap of faith by staying at sea with such minimal coal, his reserves could have taken him back to Canada if he had left the day previously but now, he needed that collier. The Consul had been very clear that the shipment was departing shortly but the added anxiety was slowly eating the Commander alive. The crew was incredibly weary at this point, Hose had tried to get them plenty of hot meals and sleep but the rather stressful crewing situation and constant watches into empty fog was likely playing hell with their minds. Even with the skeleton crew though, Hose had remained diligent to ensure Rainbow was as ready as humanly possible for any engagements. In order to properly crew the ships pair of 6”/40 main guns and spattering of 4.7”/40 guns, he had stripped the crews away from the 12 pdr anti-torpedo boat guns and the torpedo tubes. Neither would be particularly useful in an engagement with an enemy cruiser, especially not the 14” torpedoes Rainbow carried aboard. The 1890’s vintage weapons lacked gyroscopes and could only be expected to hit a ship at 1000 yards in perhaps a mansions swimming pool. Maintaining proper ammunition supply to his main guns was key, the gunpowder filled shells would be unlikely to do very much individually but a high rate of fire could see a handful actually exploding.

    His internal monologue was cut short by a silhouette looming out of the haze dead ahead, Hose snapped his binoculars up to hopefully get a clearer view. They had just passed the Mongolia a few minutes prior, could this be his tender from Esquimalt or the collier sent by the Consul General? As he opened his mouth to acknowledge the contact, the lookout far above in the foremast let out a cry.

    “Vessel sighted dead ahead! Distance approximately 4.5 miles.”

    This was the very situation most Captains dreaded. These precious few minutes could mean the difference between a decisive first strike and a disastrous defeat. As much as he wanted to start immediately blasting away, his current heading only allowed his fore 6" gun to fire and without positive identification, the outcome could be disastrous. If this was an American warship on neutrality patrol, preemptively opening fire could result in a diplomatic disaster and certain career suicide, if he even made it ashore alive. Rainbow had to stay the course for the moment.

    “Maintain current heading.” Hose bellowed as his mind raced, he could do nothing but wait until the fog cleared just enough to establish an identity. He had personally drilled lookouts on the tell-tale traits of Leipzig and Nurnberg until their brains had turned numb, a pronounced ram bow, a cruiser stern, and a trio of funnels. The Commander stood on the port bridge wing and felt the minutes creep by, each agonizing second giving his mind more time to race uncontrollably. Every scenario he could think of, his performance, his career, his family, his crew, their families, the ship he stood on, Hose felt like the weight of the world was coming down on his shoulders.

    From on high, the lookout delivered the words Hose never wanted to hear.

    “Vessel appears to be a warship, 3 funnels and a ram bow!”

    The lookout on the opposite bridge wing confirmed the sighting, followed by Hose a moment later. It was one of the German cruisers surely, their tropical paint scheme and unmistakable features were now partially visible.

    “All hands to action stations, full speed ahead! Steer 12 points to port and clear the aft gun for firing!”

    Hose yelled into the wheelhouse as Rainbow dug in her stern and kicked her rudder to port, almost giving the navigator a heart attack as he did.

    “Tell the Chief Engineer to give us every revolution he can get out of her, we need to close the range as quickly as possible!”

    If he could seize the element of surprise and bring down the range, the German's advantage in training and distance would be partially negated, perhaps long enough to score a decisive blow. Gun crews quickly swung the broadside 4.7” guns out seaward in anticipation. While their uniforms contrasted each other with mismatched Atlantic darks and Pacific whites, their pearly flash hoods clung to them uniformly. They dutifully passed ammunition and charges up to the guns from the bowels of the ship, the trains of men sneaking whatever view they could to sea while they still could.

    “Aft gun is clear sir, range is approximately 8,700 yards.”

    Hose had caught an early break; his enemy was at least somewhat unaware of his location and he was already well within maximum range of both his main and secondary batteries. He was not especially optimistic they would retain this advantage but fortune did favor the bold. He would strike while he still could and god willing, he would strike hard. As he prepared to give the fateful order, the previous Admiralty telegram snaked it’s way through his head.

    ‘Remember Nelson and the British Navy. All Canada is watching’

    Never in his life did he expect to share traits with Lord Nelson of all people. He would surely die like Nelson before him but it would be up to history if they saw him fit to be made a hero. Of all that could be and has been said of HMCS Rainbow, she would be the first to engage on that day.

    “Open fire!”

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    6"/40 gun of Rainbow preparing for firing drills.




     
    The Battle of the Farallon Islands Part II
  • August 11, 1914. HMCS Rainbow, engaged in combat off the Farallon Islands.

    Through his binoculars, Hose viewed intently as a pair of large shell splashes lanced their way skyward, followed a few seconds later by a trio of their smaller contemporaries. The first salvo from the 6” guns had overshot while the 4.7” guns almost all undershot, the next salvo showed the exact opposite in a drill perfect performance of gunnery. They had straddled on their second salvo, a pang of guilt shot through him for underestimating his crew, although it quickly faded from his mind. The German cruiser had quickly become wise to their initial ambush and by this time, was bringing their ship around to unleash the full broadside of her guns. Soon after Rainbow let off her third salvo, the Commander heard the unmistakable sound of a shell shrieking close overhead, followed shortly after by the pattering of shrapnel off his ship’s sides. As he lowered his binoculars and peered back over the ship from the bridge wing, a 4.1” shell came careening across Rainbow’s decks.

    'Damn these Germans, scoring a hit this early isn't particularly sporting of them.'

    The resulting explosion split one of her forward engine vents open like a banana and sent splinters from a what was once a ships boat raining over the heads of the adjacent 4.7” gun crews. Even with the jarring explosion, Hose was rather surprised as their rate of fire did not slow significantly.

    “I think we got her good that time sir!” One of the lookouts exclaimed, “I see smoke pouring out from under her bri…”

    The rating was cut-off by a tremendous detonation close by, followed by momentary all-encompassing darkness. When the Commander regained his senses, he found himself sprawled out across a now incredibly slanted bridge wing. Judging by the carnage and the sticky stinging sensation in his lower extremities, a shell must have slashed through the platforms outer supports and fetched into the conning tower. Rolling from his back to his hands and knees, Hose crawled his way up the perforated staging and pulled himself back into the bridge proper. The lookout from before was missing and the remainder of the rattled bridge crew looked back at Hose as if he was a ghost.

    “All hands move below, we are transferring command to the conning tower.”

    As they descended, the crew clung to the ladder tightly as the ship shuddered under the impact of what felt like multiple hits. When they arrived and familiarized themselves with the somewhat dusty station, Hose peered through the side slits in an attempt to regain some kind of situational awareness. Pushing his binoculars up to the port, he was greeted with a view of the rapidly closing German cruiser. Her visage was trailing multiple plumes of smoke, at least one from what was likely an internal fire under the bridge and another under the aft mainmast. He could have sworn there was multiple shell holes across her freeboard but at this distance, it was hard to distinguish any potential damage from her portholes. Either way, she was obviously out for blood and still very much combat effective.

    “Sir.” A nearby rating queried, “You seem to be bleeding a bit onto the floor.”

    Looking down at his largely intact uniform pants, he could see small droplets of crimson beginning to fall from both his lower legs and partially torn sea boots.

    “So it seems.” The Commander chuckled as he retrieved a handkerchief from his pocket to help stifle the bleeding. Various scratches and gouges crawled up his ankles, leaking enough fluids to begin to drip while his feet felt rather damp and throbbed rather dully inside their housings. “Looks only to be a few scratches at the moment.” In truth, Hose did not particularly want to take off his boots in front of the men at this point.

    As the minutes crawled by, punctuated by her own guns firing and the occasional groan of an enemy shell colliding with the ship, Hose glanced down at the ships speed indicator. The pointer jumped slightly between 19 and 19.5 knots, rather incredibly the worn old ship was making near her designed top speed. Even with the excellent work of the engineering team below, the crew was under no illusion that this burst of speed was only temporary, this was likely the ships final run and if the Germans did not sink her, she would be lucky to crawl home. This thought was soon the least of the crew’s concern as multiple tremors reverberated through the conning tower, heavy splinters loudly clanging off its armored exterior. Hose waited for the smoke to be blown overboard by the sea winds but strangely, the smoke continued to come. Black smoke billowed from around the mount which could be partially seen wrenched up aimlessly into the sky, its blackened gun shield warped heavily. Various crew members were hollering something incomprehensible but no sooner as they started, their voices were lost amidst multiple rapid detonations around the mount. Hose ducked down as the fireball came partially into the conning tower through the viewing slits, soon being followed by the smell of cordite and thick tar like smoke.

    “All hands move to the aft conning tower!” Hose sputtered as he and the rest of the crew attempted to evacuate the area, the smoke worming it's way into the tower. The bridge above was a disaster of broken glass and wood splinters, the roof of which was partially blown clear by a shell hit. Stepping alongside the platforms stretching above the 4.7” battery below, Hose finally began to take in the destruction. As the fire raged forward, he could see that multiple shells must have hit in the proximity of the middle most 4.7” gun as the walkway even on the opposite broadside to the action was splintered in places, one of the funnels towering above showing a clear split from battle damage. The line of men shimmied over top of the aft mast which had partially collapsed, glancing off the funnel and hanging limp over the ships side. Stepping around the shards of boats, warped metal, and small fires as they went, the crew soon came to the aft bridge which was relatively intact. Rainbow’s firing had slackened significantly, her 4.7” battery still seemingly to be operational although firing at a much-reduced rate of fire.

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    View of Rainbow's broadside battery, her walkway over the battery can be seen to the left.

    Hose stopped momentarily at the rail to peer over, catching the sight of the ships aft 6” gun. A skeleton crew was left manning the weapon, injured men limped back and forth, powder and shell in hand. Even more men lay motionless on the splinter warped decks, their comrades simply stepping around them as they went. For the second and last time that day, the very decks of Rainbow lurched violently. As if a hand from up on high had come rocketing down on her, a thunderous explosion erupted forward, sending debris skyward. Hose had managed to keep himself from colliding with the deck again as he shielded his eyes from the flash but as he came up from his half crouch, he felt her begin to slow significantly as light grey smoke vented from her funnels.

    “What was that?” One of the officers cried as he stuck his head out over the aft bridge wing, “Oh my god.......the bow is gone!”

    Hose gritted his teeth in frustration as he leaned over the rail to view the damage for himself. From what he could see through her mangled remains, the fire forward must have reached down into the magazines and touched them off. Everything a few feet forward of the first funnel was completely missing, the shattered hull slapping against the incoming water as she rapidly began to dig her forward compartments further down into the sea. They were incredibly lucky the explosions were contained forward of the ship, as they could have easily spread aft through the shared 4.7” ammunition handling areas. Hose didn’t discount the thought of a second detonation but that being said, they were no longer a fighting unit and with shells still splashing around her, it was time to save whatever crew he could at this point.

    “Lieutenant get the message out to everybody you can.” Hose paused for a moment as he glanced back forward, “We are abandoning ship. If anybody can reach the ensign, they can haul it down.”

    This effort would seem to be in vain though as another shell rocketed into the aft of Rainbow, cutting down a group of men who were beginning to assemble on her side. Hose silently cursed as he felt the ship let out a horrible groan before slipping even further into a nosedive. There was no time for flotation vests, they would have to take their chances with the sea. Jumping down the side of the aft bridge and onto the deck below, Hose felt his feet buckle slightly but the adrenaline in his veins pushed him to repeatedly yelled to any men still on the deck to abandon the ship. Any in earshot rapidly complied with a prompt splash. There would be no rousing final speech to his crew for their noble actions and stellar fighting before they went over, he would have to make do by hopefully saving as many lives as he could. The feeling of imminent dread began to take hold of Hose but for his actions, the decks were clear of any live personnel. As the officer rounded the corner to the aft 6” gun, he was beginning to lose the battle with his instincts to stay aboard. To his surprise though, a lone figure could be made out standing at the main firing position. With a thunderous crack, the weapon spoke for the last time as the young boy soon slumped down exhausted to the deck. His body was soaked with sweat and blood dripped from his chest and head, pooling under his position on the deck below.

    “I got one last salvo off all by myself sir.” He sputtered, “I think I even hit the bastard too!”

    Hose looked around at the spattering of torn bodies surrounding the mount, “Incredible job lad but I think it’s time for a swim now. Can you swim?”

    The boy nodded but as he turned to get up and follow Hose over the side, his legs collapsed out from under him and he fell back into a pile on the deck. With no time to spare, Hose reached down with the remainder of his strength and half hoisted the boy into his arms, edging his way to the side before taking one last look around at his ship. The blackened and shredded surroundings were devoid of any survivors, just the same though the Germans continued to poor fire into her somewhere even as she rapidly sank. As the stern continued to rise up and up into the mist, Hose stood defiantly beside the aft cap stain. Glancing down at his watch, they had been engaged for just shy of 45 minutes. Definitely more than he had expected to hold out against such a foe. Just before he dropped into the murky deep and it's encompassing blackness, Hose couldn't help but turn his attention the tattered ensign, still flapping defiantly from up above.
     
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    Deaf and Blind
  • August 11, 1914. SMS Leipzig, Debris field of the former HMCS Rainbow.

    Fregattenkapitän Johannes Haun stared intently out the shattered porthole of his cabin, clasping his hands tightly behind his back as he did. The steam launch had returned to the ship once again, towing multiple rowboats and their cloth covered cargo. The crew went about the grim duty of moving the recovered bodies from the boats into the ship before heading back out into the murk once again. It was rather humiliating; the majority of his small boats had been turned to splinters, forcing them to scavenge the intact vessels from their former enemy, once they had used them boats to collect the dead. For all of their trouble, those men did not deserve to be left at the mercy of the surf, they had more than deserved a proper burial. He would wish that for his own crew if they had exchanged roles, and they very nearly had. Haun cursed himself for allowing the Canadians to get the jump on him, he had underestimated what he thought was merely an outdated training cruiser. Here he was now, standing amidst the shrapnel and splinters of his office. The door leading into the room swung open, the Executive Officer quickly stepping inside, flashing a collection of papers he held in his hands. Haun was relieved that his second in command and very good friend had survived the battle, his scrupulous administrative abilities were rather useful especially in times such as these.

    “I would offer you a seat Kretschmar but as you can likely see, we are somewhat lacking in furniture at the moment. I am guessing you have the damage report. Please, start immediately.”

    Kretschmar clearing his throat before beginning, “I have compiled the various departmental damage reports into one document, I could not bring each of the department heads here to speak with you personally due to their workload but I can attest to the validity of this compilation. The overall damage to the ship has been tallied at 31 hits with only 6 shells properly exploding. Splinter, holing and blast damage to the hull is extensive. I have been warned sternly that if we enter a heavy sea state, we are going to receive flooding around and above the waterline. The Chief Engineer reports all machinery has been inspected and is completely operable. Multiple shells have impacted the armored deck but very few detonated and no penetrations have been found. The port electric dynamo was been damaged by a nearby shell impact but is projected to be back in service shortly. Sailors are attempting to remove unexploded shells from the affected compartments however, they are being hampered by the location of the coal bunkers. Splinter damage has affected the aft two funnels, but this should not impair the capacity of the vessel and will hopefully be repaired soon as well.”

    The officer paused as he flicked to the next page in the stack, “The Artillery Officer has noted the pair of aft mounted 10.5cm guns received significant splinter damage from the detonation of a nearby shell. The shields likely saved the guns themselves, but they are damaged to the point that we must remove the armor plates in order use the guns again. The protective shutters for the below deck 10.5cm guns on the port side have both been destroyed by splinters, leaving those weapons unprotected from the elements. A pair of the port side 3.7cm ‘Pom Poms’ have been completely destroyed. Some spare parts were salvaged but the majority of the ammunition for both mounts were lost to fire. Due to promptly enforced fire discipline, total expenditure for the engagement was only 316 shells in total, leaving us with 1,184 shells remaining in our magazines.

    “All things considered, those are both rather positive outcomes.” Haun stated as he scratched his chin, “We retain the ability to sail and fight fairly effectively while the ammunition expended was not unreasonable. Please continue with the report.”

    Kretschmar nodded, “Sadly Fregattenkapitän, I believe that is the end of the positive news. The Chief Electrician states that the wireless antennae were shot away during the action and while they can be repaired, a shell also impacted the wireless room. One of the operators was killed and another wounded, the majority of the equipment within the compartment was destroyed. Even with the stock of spare parts we possess, we are unable to communicate effectively without a replacement set. The Chief Medical Officer also reports 42 total casualties. 17 men are dead, 10 are seriously wounded and the remaining 15 should be able to return to service if they recover. 5 of the ship’s boats have been lost in the battle, we have recovered 2 boats from the debris field, but this will restrict our ability to effectively refuel at sea or enact boarding actions. Our Quartermaster has stated that the fire in the storeroom has been brought under control successfully, but our stocks of fresh food and canned implements have been severely reduced. With strict rationing, his estimates put the food supply at just under 2 weeks at sea before we must restock.”

    As his second in command finished his report with some various small details, Haun slowly rapped his fingers across the scarred sea desk in front of him. “I can imagine you have surmised a fair bit from those reports regarding our current situation. What is your view of our predicament?”

    “Well sir, I believe that after the commendable actions of our crew this morning, we currently stand at an important crossroads. We have cut down one of the very few confirmed enemy vessels of war stationed on this coast and have emerged in full fighting trim, however we have been blinded and starved of vital supplies. Lacking a wireless set and with the superficial damage we have received, I believe attempting to rendezvous with elements of East Asiatic Squadron is exceptionally dangerous as of now.”

    Haun nodded, “Excellent observations as always, I agree wholeheartedly with your review of the situation. With the Japanese continuing to posture as if they will enter this war as our enemies, we will very likely be rounded up and put to the sword by a joint Anglo-Japanese squadron. I worry about the presence of Izumo in these waters, although what lurks out deeper in the Pacific worries me even greater. We are essentially marooned in this area for the time being, although I can think of many a worse place to be. Our next move should be to allow the crew to rest and perform repairs, I would very much like to meet with the Consul General in San Francisco and gather any recent news I possibly can. How goes the rescue efforts?”

    “41 bodies and 5 survivors as of the last report, although it seems another boat has returned while we were speaking. That explosion seems to killed most of the crew, the strong tide and fog are making recovery efforts rather difficult as well.” Kretschmar stole a glance out the porthole as well for a moment, “Would you like me to call off the search sir?”

    “No, continue for the next hour and then recall all of the boats.” Haun said, “Since we cannot call forward, we will have to send in the steam launch to notify the Consul General of our meeting, although he is likely already well aware of our presence. I would like to transfer any prisoners and bodies ashore alongside replenishing our pantries as much as can possibly be done. I will prepare a message for him shortly.”

    As Kretschmar saluted and left the room, Haun turned and looked at the room around him. Glassware was smashed into pieces on the floor, the remains of the spare chairs were piled beside the door waiting for removal and the thick odor of charred material slowly crept its way in through the now open portholes. Their situation was made much more difficult as of now. This coast was relatively undefended now that the sole Canadian warship had been destroyed, only aging coastal batteries and a pair of similarly ancient Royal Navy sloops stood between his ship and unfettered access to merchants and the shore side war receptacles they drew from. It would take considerable time to divert more warships to this coast and with Admiral von Spee lurking in the Pacific, reinforcements might not arrive at all. The 'Cruiser Handbook' offered interesting insights on potential targets and worthwhile ventures but if they were to solidify his strategy regarding this area, they would need additional insight. This world moved fast and while German intelligence was top notch, things could change in a backwater like this with little outside knowledge.

    As Captain and crew alike wondered on their futures, Leipzig herself was squarely setting course to sail off into the annals of naval history.
     
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    Help is on the Way
  • Even before the submarine acquisition was completed, the Navy was busy attempting to make the best of its situation. With Rainbow making her way down the coast to protect commerce and the US declaration of neutrality soon after, NSHQ came to the conclusion that Rainbow would require a tender to operate effectively. Returning to Esquimalt constantly or relying on American ports to refuel would both be extremely inefficient and completely untenable. With Ottawa confirming the drastic need for a tender, Lieutenant Lifton sent out on the Fisheries Patrol vessel CGS Galiano in order to requisition a vessel, by force if needed. As commerce scattered into the open sea or ran for the protection of coastal ports, a target was not hard to find. SS Protesilaus of the Blue Funnel line was found at sea off Victoria on August 4 and after an armed party from Galiano boarded her, she departed to Seattle to offload her cargo with plans to move to Victoria following that. Unloading her cargo of silks, freight and passengers from Asia, the preliminary investigation of the ship came back rather negative. Protesilaus was found to be unsuited for carrying coal as a tender, she was too slow for navy liking at only 14 knots and most of all, she was found to be too large. At over 180ft longer than Rainbow herself and with a projected refit completion of August 18, she was quickly released and the search continued. The Canadian Pacific Railway passenger liner SS Princess Sophia was under consideration for the role when the Vancouver Sun newspaper posted a very interesting article on August 7. The Grand Trunk Pacific Railway (GTP) passenger liner SS Prince George was being withdrawn from service due to the upcoming conflict and would therefore be interned at Seattle until further notice.

    The Canadian officials jumped on this development as Prince George was one of the best suited vessels on the coast. Prince George was only 4 years old and alongside her extensive passenger accommodations, she could also carry cargo. Atop speed of around 18 knots would allow for a much faster tender. The GTP was initially not especially keen on this arrangement but a $500 daily payment for the duration of her employment in the RCN was seen as fair compensation. A telegram arrived at Esquimalt 4 hours before Prince George herself and threw a wrench into any pre-set plans.

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    The trio of vessels under consideration as tenders for HMCS Rainbow. From top to bottom, SS Protesilaus, SS Princess Sophia and SS Prince George.

    “Absolutely necessary tender be ready as hospital ship immediately. Expect action near Flattery [125km west of Victoria] within 48 hours. You must do all you can. If no stores ammunition on board can hoist red cross.”

    The logic behind the NSHQ’s decision was solid, a hospital ship flying a Red Cross flag was exempt from attack which is not the case for a tender. Ottawa’s requirements for the tender was that she have good hospital accommodation which would imply something more than a basic sick bay found on naval ships. If Prince George was outfitted as a convincing hospital ship and conducted herself appropriately, the recently signed Geneva Convention pertaining to hospital ships protected them from any hostile actions. Pulling into Victoria at 8 am, Prince George was declared ready for sea at 8 pm that night. Passengers and cargo was unloaded down the aft gangway while naval personnel buzzed back the forth from the forward gangway. Fire hazards were removed wherever possible inside the ship while items which could impede sanitary medical work such as carpets, curtains and trimmings were stripped out. Cots were placed in the wide hallways; the internal elevators were enlarged to carry stretchers and an operating room was built in the forward lower deck. The extensive passenger capacity of the ship was paying dividends and in the end, she was rated with at minimum, a 200 bed capacity. She was moved to Vancouver in order to load on provisions and crew members.

    Interestingly, Prince George would acquire a large number of firsts for her efforts. Her prompt August 11 commissioning meant that she was the first hospital ship to be active during the First World War as the trio of HMHS St. Andrew, St. David and St. Patrick were operational over a week later. She was also the first Canadian hospital ship and she carried the first women to serve in the RCN. Due to an administrative mistake, Prince George was given a commission into the RCN instead of simply as an auxiliary, receiving the jumbled prefix of HMCHS. Dr. Charles Barron Wainwright would be employed as the head surgeon with Elizabeth Pierce appointed Acting Sister seeing over nurses Mabel Lindsay, Penelope Mellen, Annie Dover, Bessie Irving and Emma Black. Dr. Wainwright notified the local naval officials at Esquimalt that the nurses should be given rank as officers due to the fact that they have had sufficient training and deserved a rating above Sick Berth Steward. This was granted when on August 8, Admiral Kingsmill sent a letter of commission to each of the women aboard. Medical supplies was quickly rounded up from local hospitals and in line with regulations, she was painted as a hospital ship. The hull was painted white with a broad green horizontal stripe, a red cross that had to be prominently displayed on the hull was mistakenly put on the central funnel. A Red Cross flag was to be flown from the forward mast as well however due to the lack of time and miserable weather, only the port side of the ship was painted in hospital colors. When she was commissioned on August 11, her starboard side still sported the original Grand Trunk livery.


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    Letter of appointment sent to Bessie Irving Watson by Vice Admiral Kingsmill.

    Hospital ships required a notice to be sent to belligerent nations advising of their existence and location was sent however, Prince George received emergency orders on August 11 to immediately put to sea and find Rainbow before such a notice could be posted. Reports of wreckage bearing her name washing up in the San Francisco area came in on August 9 but just that day, there was credible reports of a naval battle off the coast as well. Lieutenant Saul was the ranking RCN official, joined by 30 Canadian reservist seamen but due to a total lack of qualified seamen, Prince George’s original Captain Dan Donald and his own crew stayed aboard to operate her. Over 15% of the total crew was on shore leave in Vancouver but with the required urgency, the ship left without them. A copy of the Geneva Convention as it related to hospital ships was issued to the officers as they departed. With all luck, they would find Rainbow battered but still afloat and render assistance. In the worst-case scenario, they could retrieve the dead and the treat the survivors in complete safety from any remaining Germans in the area. In this way, atleast some useful intelligence could be gathered.


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    A very rare but sadly rather low quality image of HMCHS Prince George departing in search of HMCS Rainbow, August 11. The usual hospital ship white is seen to be lacking on this side, only the funnel indicates her status from this angle.
     
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    Hammer Down Lads
  • August 11, 1914. Debris field of the former HMCS Rainbow.

    As the fog burned off under the heat of the mid-afternoon sun, the carnage from that morning’s engagement could finally be appreciated to it’s fullest. By this point, the debris field had significantly widened in its scope due to the aggressive tide in the vicinity to the islands, sending the variety of wooden splinters and other refuse scattered in every direction. The German boat crews breathed a collective sigh of relief as they received their orders to return to the ship, a solemn morning of fishing both the dead and living from the water had taken a toll both physically and mentally. All hands fantasized about being granted shore leave throughout the bustling city of San Francisco, resting in the shade of the tall trees and drinking in the sights. On the far edge of the debris field though, the shredded remains of a capsized ships boat bobbed in the surf.

    “Hey!”

    The voice of a man cut through the darkness as Commander Hose forced open his salt stained eyes.

    “Hello! Is anybody alive over there?”

    A constant throbbing pain made his vision cloudy as Hose attempted to orientate himself. A small wave came crashing into him, causing him to blink hard and sputter from the spray. The disembodied voice repeated its call a few more times before Hose finally realized what was happening. His mind kicked back into gear as the words and what they implied set in.

    ‘English, that lad screaming is English!’

    The officer struggled to rouse his body, but it was no good. He had wrapped one arm through some stray rope and tied it off to the bottom of a flipped boat, likely in an effort to keep his head out of water before he lost consciousness. The extremities below his waist bobbed numbly in the water below him, his tied off arm equally numb as well. Lying up on the keel of the boat was the young man Hose had plucked from the deck of Rainbow hours before. His breathing looked almost indistinguishable from the bobbing of the boat but he also lay unresponsive to the cries of the unknown man. This could very well be a friendly rescue party! Hose found his body to be limp and unresponsive, so with no other option, he cleared his throat and let out a reply of his own. What was supposed to be something along the lines of “Help!” turned into a garbled and pained groaning. Regardless, it seemed to have the same effect. Slowly but surely, voices became more audible in the distance and from around the mass of the boat, Hose saw the flutter of oars and a small funnel reaching upwards into the sky.

    “It’s the Commander and he looks to be alive!”

    The men bickered between each other for a few minutes about how to untangle the officer and get him aboard, they resorted to chopping the rope holding his arm with an axe while simultaneously rolling him aboard their boat. It was not the gentlest maneuver, but it got the job done. Being aboard something solid again was reassuring. The small steam launch was crowded with men, Hose looked to be the eight man huddled into the small boat from what he could see. One of the men was sleeping in the bow, his head partially covered by a large makeshift bandage. The rest of the crew each wore smaller bandages on different parts of their bodies but as of now, it looked like most of them were in fairly good shape. The highest-ranking man aboard before himself was a Leading Seaman, currently in the process of stripping the bottoms of Hose’s shredded uniform away and applying coverings to his gouged extremities. Hose’s gaze was fixed on the crew as they brought the young man aboard as well, laying him beside the other sleeping man before diligently tend to him.

    “It’s a pleasure to find you sir.” The Leading Seamen said, “There seems to be shrapnel still in your legs and feet, but the bleeding should be kept under control by these dressings.”

    Hose let out a hoarse cough, “Status report.”

    “Well sir, me and another man swam to the boat when we saw it half floating around the wreckage. We drained the water out the best we could and slowly rowed her around looking for more survivors. We were just making our way away from the area once the German search parties finally left when we stumbled upon you.”

    “Is the engine not working?”

    The Leading Seaman scratched the back of his head nervously, “We’ve taken the engine apart twice now but no luck. There is not any major damage besides some water ingress, splinters in the funnel and a large dent in the side of the casing. We think the pistons are sticking.”

    “Did you try hitting it with a hammer?”

    A confused look came across the face of the Leading Seamen as he glanced over at the engine and back again, “Excuse me sir?”

    “Did you hit the engine with the hammer that’s lying around here somewhere? Right pest this boat has been since the day we got her. I requested a boat for my own personal use when I transferred aboard Rainbow and they sent me this second hand junker that came off as Fisheries Patrol vessel. The pistons in the engine stick whenever you try and turn her on, the Petty Officer always had to pound away on the side with a hammer to get her going.”

    One of the other sailors started to build up the steam pressure and the Leading Seamen took up position alongside the engine casing. With three mighty blows from the hammer, the engine began to sputter and vibrate but kept on chugging nonetheless. Careful coaxing by the men brought the incessant sputtering down to a harmonious rhythm as slowly but surely, the launch began to move forward.

    The Leading Seamen slid himself behind the wheel and began to bring her about, “Commander, what’s our next plan of action?”

    Hose stared grimly ahead as the sailor treating the young boy stepped back, slowly removed his uniform jacket and draping it over the body of the youngster.

    “Bring us alongside the coastline and follow it North. We should have enough fuel to get out of the area before the Germans return or any American rescue units arrive. Being held captive in the hold of a German ship or some US Navy stockade isn’t especially fitting, we need to try and make our way back to Canada and report on our situation.”

    Somewhere off into the foggy distance, the unmistakable crack of naval gunfire reverberated.

    “It seems the Germans are busy as of now, let us make haste.”


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    Scorched Seas
  • As with many a time throughout the history of warfare, luck proved herself to be a fickle mistress. Due to her lack of proper communications, Leipzig was forced to deploy a messenger into San Francisco by steam launch to arrange a meeting with the Consul General. As she approached her anchoring point off the 3 mile territorial limit, her lookouts spotted a merchant ship making speed in the Gulf of the Farallones. The steam launch was quickly dispatched on its mission with the cruiser moving to investigate the merchant, which was soon identified to be flying the British Red Ensign. Her signal man repeatedly ordered the merchant to stop by lamp however, it seemed like the Germans would have to work for their prize. The merchant was ignoring all hails but with its rather pedestrian top speed of 12 knots, the outcome of the chase was never in question. She eventually lost her head start and was quickly being gained upon. A shot across her bow promptly ended the chase and the merchant came slowly to a halt. Close enough for a visual inspection, the boarding party identified the vessel as the New York & Pacific Steamship Company owned SS Colusa, registered to London.

    Even from a distance, the Germans soon realized the ship was beginning to settle further and further down into the water. By the time they had come close enough to begin boarding actions, the crew of the Colusa had already entered and lowered their lifeboats. Colusa’s Captain remarked that “If you want my ship so badly, I recommend hurrying.” A small volunteer force entered the ship but upon close inspection, the wireless set alongside any relevant documents were found destroyed. The deck of the vessel was packed with bagged coal and a large number of small boats, obviously planning for some kind of extensive at sea refueling operation. It seemed the had crew opened as many sea cocks as possible before abandoning ship, the volunteer party was quickly forced to leave as the flooding had bypassed the capacity of the pumps aboard. The loss of such a large stock of coal so early was a devastating blow to continued operations in the area, Fregattenkapitän Haun would later state, “Watching the Red Ensign slowly slip beneath the waves, clutching it’s cargo of black gold all the while hurt me to no end. Our vessel still had a sizable reserve aboard but such a loss so early after our defeat of the Canadian’s somewhat stifled the morale of the crew.”

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    SS Colusa moored at an unknown pier sometime before her untimely scuttling.

    The 57 strong crew was taken aboard Leipzig but would not have to wait there long. The German Consul General stationed in San Francisco would arrive later that night by a local yacht, stepping aboard shortly after 1730 hours. As requested, the Consul had brought a sizable amount of fresh and canned food stuffs which were largely donated by German families living in the area. Leipzig had been the talk of the town given their grand entrance and prompt trouncing of another warship essentially on the doorstep of a major American city. If it had not been for the ever-present fog in the area, it was rather likely there would have been yachts packed with spectators watching the engagement. Of somewhat more interest to Haun though was the information present in a small pocketbook exchanged between the two individuals. The Consul had been filtering information from any resources possible, newspapers, wireless broadcasts, even the salt encrusted murmurings of sailors at the local docks. It seemed that somehow, the Canadian had acquired a pair of submarines in order to reinforce their now depleted defenses on the coast. Haun himself had heard rumors of this days before but had largely dismissed it off hand as war propaganda, the Consul informed him the ships were indeed real and stationed on this coast. Contacts in British Columbia had collaborated a newspaper report published in The Daily Colonist with supposed sightings amidst the locals and dockyard workers of the ship’s presence in the harbor.

    Haun had invited the Consul to dinner aboard and during this event, the pair spoke of future plans. The Consul informed Haun that Rainbow herself had been denied any amount of coal under American neutrality law, positing that his case may be held similarly. With them being potentially denied coal given the amount they currently possessed and their aggressive actions directly off their coast, Haun was not particularly fond of sailing into harbor under the guns of the Americans. It was decided that Leipzig would sail North in search of enemy commerce until she depleted her fuel, after which she would return to San Francisco and hopefully be allowed to take on coal. The presence of the submarines did complicate matters somewhat however, the Consul brought up an even greater point. The area in which Haun proposed to sail was sometimes referred to as the ‘Graveyard of the Pacific’ due to its unpredictable weather and treacherous coastal areas, the most commerce would likely be functioning in this location. As the Consul departed after their meal, he pledged that he would return to the harbor and seek out a suitable local pilot to guide him on his mission. In preparation for departure, the prisoners and injured men Leipzig carried were loaded aboard the yacht to be taken ashore. The continued care required for all of these men would degrade the provisions and manpower of Leipzig in the future. True to his word, a small vessel approached Leipzig at 2300 that night and left behind Manfred Baumann, a pilot formerly employed by the Dollar Steamship Company.

    With their provisions restocked somewhat and a fairly knowledgeable local pilot aboard, Leipzig departed northward towards Canadian waters shortly after midnight.
     
    Gunshots and Indigence
  • The evening of August 11, 1914 has been rightfully described by one Canadian historian as ‘the dousing of anxious embers with gasoline.’ NSHQ in Ottawa had been frantically sifting through information regarding a naval action off San Francisco that morning however, many officials within the organization had their doubts regarding the validity of such information. There was no denying that some kind of action had taken place, firsthand reports of extensive naval gunfire offshore had come from reliable sources in the area but otherwise, the situation was a mess. It was accepted very early that the engagement had to be between HMCS Rainbow and SMS Leipzig, SMS Nurnberg or both German cruisers, what was not clear initially was the result of such an engagement. Ottawa was under no misconceptions regarding Rainbow’s deteriorated material and personal condition, the conclusion that she had been lost was an incredibly troublesome but likely event. Shortly after 1800 hours that evening, the British Consul General reported to Ottawa the following message, “RECEIVED REPORT THAT LOCAL YACHT LEFT SAN FRANCISCO TO UNKNOWN LOCATION PAST GOLDEN GATE BRIDGE. OWNER IS A GERMAN, ASSUME RENDEZVOUS WITH GERMAN WARSHIPS, WRECKAGE RECOVERED BY LOCAL FISHERMEN.”

    NSHQ had been skeptical of any reports of wreckage found floating in the area over the past days due to the false alarm set off by Rainbow jettisoning flammable material in preparation for battle. Mere conjecture from the report was unhelpful however, the information of the yacht leaving to potentially meet with a German ship was very troublesome. The debate was finally put to rest at 2200 hours when Ottawa received a the dreaded telegram from the Admiralty in London.

    “URGENT URGENT RECEIVED FROM FOREIGN OFFICE THIS HOUR, SOURCE US AMBASSADOR TO BRITAIN. US CUSTOMS REPORTS LOCAL YACHT HANDED OVER 49 DECEASED AND 5 SURVIVORS FROM HMCS RAINBOW. CONFIRMED WRECKAGE OF RAINBOW RETRIEVED AS WELL. GOD SAVE CANADA”

    This information was promptly forwarded to NSHQ which attempted to initially censor the revelation to the general public. It was rather obvious that the loss of Rainbow might completely unravel the tense situation on the West Coast. The Militia had already been mobilized days before however, anti-German sentiments were already at the breaking point, it was unlikely that such news would assist in calming the cities down as large percentage of Rainbow’s crew had been locals or sailors living in the area. News of the tragedy was successfully withheld until the next morning as residents all across Canada woke up to bold text plastered over every newspaper’s front page. The ever-vigilant Daily Colonist was one of the first BC based papers to print the story in it is August 12 morning edition, headline being brutally simple and to the point.

    “H.M.C.S. RAINBOW SUNK OFF SAN FRANCISCO BY GERMAN WARSHIP: HEAVY LOSS OF LIFE.”

    The local reaction was initially one of widespread grief. In an interview taken by CBC in 1978, Miss Joy Phillips recounted her experiences on that day.

    “As one would expect from a girl of only 10 years, my understanding of the day in question was not entirely grounded in reality. My father George was the dockyard superintendent since 1905, so we lived on the base until war was declared in 1914. We stayed with Captain Hose at the old wardroom near the Naden Gates of Esquimalt and developed quite the warm relationship with the sailors of his ship and the many others at the yard. The sailors from Rainbow made me and my sister a doll house in their spare time. They furnished it entirely, made all the furniture including hand stitched bed sheets and even a stove with a wick inside that smoked out of a chimney. They did this all out of their own pockets, we were definitely spoiled children. One of my fondest memories was from the Christmas of the previous year, all of the children on the base were assembled in the wardroom on Christmas Day. I remember Santa Claus coming through the dining room window with a big burlap sack on his back. It was not until many years later that I realized it was Captain Hose, who must have climbed a tall ladder to reach the dinning room window as it on the second floor! Oh, yes, I apologize for my rambling, it was a truly wonderful time in my life. My mother took me and my sister into Victoria to get groceries for dinner that day and as always, I wore my naval cap with its HMCS Rainbow ribbon. That cap was one of my most treasured possessions, a gift from one of the ships sailors. When we made our way into the downtown shopping district, it was clear something was wrong. Large crowds of people had gathered through the streets, they stood around piles of flowers and photos of men both young and old. I remember one of the men turning to look at me and bursting into tears, likely at the sight of my hat. Mother ushered us past all of the commotion with tears in her eyes and into the shops throughout the morning. As she went to finish her errands, I remember hearing the sound of breaking glass and looking behind me. A pair of men were fighting in front of one of the local stores, the front glass broken into thousands of pieces on the ground below. Angry shouting and bystanders jumping into the melee caused our mother to cut the trip short and ran with our little hands in hers until we had reached a few blocks over.”

    It was later established that the Anti-German Riots of August 12 occurred due to an altercation in front of Ernest Schaper and W.W. Glass, a tailor shop. A Victoria local had spoke disparaging words to the Austrian cobbler on duty, who had followed the man out into the street and confronted him. The glass storefront was shattered in the ongoing fist fight and as bystanders joined in, the cries to ‘give the Hun a wallop!’ rung throughout the street. Victoria had not been a particularly friendly place to perceived and actual Germans in the past days however, all of the pent-up frustration, resentment and fear exploded into a deadly mid-day riot in downtown Victoria. The mob was bolstered by the groups of grieving citizens lining the streets that day, soon joined by Canadian Navy Reservists on leave. The sailors had been thrown out of the Kaiserhof Hotel bar earlier that day for drunken trouble making to the foreign bartender, the men had apparently been slighted by the man’s mere presence and began kicking up a fuss. Demands to display the Union Jack over the bar was met with disdain, resulting in the men loudly singing ‘Rule, Britannia’ before being thrown from the establishment. The sailors spun tales about Germans inside the bar celebrating the sinking of Rainbow. The now over 500 strong mob quickly descended on the bar. All of the furniture inside was destroyed and thrown from the broken windows, the alcohol pilfered, survivors verbally assaulted and a pair of Union Jacks proudly displayed from the room of the establishment. After destroying the German Club at Government and Courtenay and the former German consulship, the mob made it’s way down Yates Street, leaving a trail of shattered and broken businesses in its wake.

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    Kaiserhof Hotel and it's bar after the carnage of the anti-German riots, guarded by police officers the following day.

    Establishments such as the Victoria Phoenix Brewery, Moses Lenz Wholesale, Pither and Leiser Store, E.J. Geiger’s Plumbing, the New England Hotel and many more were almost completely gutted. Rioters ran through the streets with their loot, some distributing it while other hoarded for themselves. The riots ran uncontrolled as their numbers swelled to over 2,000 people at its peak, local police and firefighters stood on the sidelines unable to face the moving wave of angry flesh. Over 150 militiamen were brought into the city to assist the local police and just before 1700 hours, the mob was dispersed amidst a barrage of gunshots. The 17 year old son of a supposedly German grocer was pulled out into the street and beaten by the mob when he attempted to defend his fathers store, the vengeful father in question soon followed with a revolver and shot a pair of rioters dead. The authorities had enough at this point, they had been ordered to intervene if any major property destruction such as arson occurred, but a shooting far outweighed such measures. As the night approached, the rioters retreated amidst the firing of militia rifles and police revolvers skyward. 2 rioters lay dead, over 30 were injured and almost 100 people were in police custody. The damage was evaluated to be equivalent to $2.5 million Canadian dollars as of 2020. Contrary to their goals, the rioters had ransacked largely local establishments or stores which simply had German employees or names attached to them. The Daily Colonist would blatantly lambast the troublemakers that had devastated huge portions of Victoria, stating in an article on August 13, “In nearly every case the premises wrecked belonged not to men of German birth, but to local British citizens.”

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    Businesses in the greater BC area rushed to publish ads similar to these in any available newspaper space, proclaiming their innocence to try and avoid the wraith of any future rioters.

    In order to prevent further unrest, NSHQ alongside Premier McBride organized various military exercises the following day to try and instill some confidence back into the community. Lacking torpedoes and anything resembling formal training, the newly acquired submarines were spotted touring the harbors of Victoria and Vancouver alongside marching militiamen in the streets and the booming of naval artillery on the coast.

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    A photo of one of the recently purchased submarines motoring through Victoria Harbor, August 13, 1914.

    Far from being affected by the antics ashore, the Hun on the high seas were up to their own brand of chaos on August 12.
     
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    Gunshots and Indigence Chapter Note
  • A quick note as I forgot to mention it last night, this riot is largely based off the Anti-German riots caused by the sinking of Lusitania in May 1915. As this is another very traumatic event for the local public already teetering on riotous behaviour, I’ve commandeered it for my own purposes with some differences.



     
    Hitchhikers May Be German Raiders
  • August 12 proved to be a very uneventful day for the crew of Leipzig, at least initially. It had become painfully obvious that their presence had been too effective in stopping shipping all across the coast. They met nothing besides American flagged merchants, fishing trawlers and yachts as they chugged ever further North at a pedestrian 10 knots. It had seemed the SS Colusa was one of her kind, her fellow vessels staying in the safety of port. The weather had been clear and hot throughout the afternoon but mercifully for the crew, a light rain had come through to provide a small reprieve. As the cruiser approached Cape Mendocino off the California coast at 1700 hours, lookouts on duty reported a trail of smoke coming from the horizon. This was initially believed to be yet another American flagged ship but as the distance between the two ships began to close, the Germans noticed something was wrong. The ship was moving fast, likely approaching 20 knots, far too quick for any normal merchant vessel. Especially strange was the amount of smoke coming from her stacks as she moved at such a pace, far lighter than it should have been. It was decided to investigate the vessel and as Leipzig slowly crept up towards her top speed to intercept, the lookouts aboard only became more confused. The ship possessed a cruiser stern alongside a trio of funnels amidships, likely identifying marks of an enemy warship. Leipzig and her crew prepared for battle once again as her officers tried to make sense of the situation, they had sunk the only threatening surface combatant on the coast and this silhouette definitely did not match either sloop based out of Esquimalt.

    The minutes ticked by tortuously as the tired men stood at their action stations, only for the lookouts to relay more information. A warship was not what lay in front of them, the lookouts described the high sided, ornately dark hull and superstructure festooned with lifeboats. The crews eased somewhat but this ship seemed to be flying the Red Ensign alongside another strange white flag from the foremast. Unable to jam the communications of his enemy, Leipzig was essentially forced to make contact at this point. If she was to be reported by this ship, they might as well take her as a prize, the speed shown could make her a useful tender. Her signalmen communicated with the British ship once they were within range, ordering her to stop and prepare for inspection. Strangely, the merchant promptly acknowledged the request and began to bleed off her steam. A boarding party was quickly put together with Fregattenkapitän Haun personally leading the inspection. With the distance closed to well within visual range, the situation devolved into a somehow more confusing mess. The ship in question was identified as SS Prince George, flying the Geneva Convention flag of a hospital ship alongside a similar red cross on white background painted on her central funnel. As the boarding party rowed towards the strange vessel, a group of men in naval uniforms opened the side cargo loading bays and threw rope ladders down into the water below. Their guests quickly clambered up the ladders and fanned out throughout the ship, boots clattering and bayonets glistening as they went. Haun tipped his cap to a pair of civilian crew members quickly walking past as made his way to the bridge. When he arrived, he found his Luger was of better use in it's holster. His crew had already locked down the bridge and the nearby wireless station, seizing control of the thankfully intact equipment.

    There he came face to face with a pair of men, one clad in a naval uniform and the other wearing some style of civilian officers’ uniform. Lieutenant Saul turned out to be an officer within the Canadian Naval Reserve while the other man, Dan Donald, was the ships regular civilian captain. Introductions were rather curt as Haun began to question the men regarding the condition of their ship. Both Canadians were quick to maintain that they were indeed a military hospital ship on their way to rescue and assist survivors from a recent naval battle off San Francisco, listing off their personnel and facilities to the German officer. Haun informed them that he had wounded aboard and asked if they would treat them, to which they agreed. Jumping to another point, he was quick to point out that their ship was not properly painted as in accordance to the Geneva Convention. Military hospital-ships were to be distinguished by a painted white outside with a horizontal band of green about a metre and a half in breadth, the port side was painted in such a manner but the starboard side was not, the red cross on the funnels should have been placed on each broadside as well. This alone was grounds to seize or sink this ship. Even with that being said though, the state of the ship was obviously one of chaos, this ship could have very well been pressed into service by the desperate Canadians. Haun was not jumping to become the first German warship to capture or sink a hospital ship, even with perfect justification, British newspapers would paint him as a lowlife criminal to all corners of the planet. He would wait on the bridge for his team to finish their sweep, any implements of war would instantly render this ship void of any protections and given their infractions already, the ships true purpose was already shrouded in mystery. This plan would prove to be the correct course of action upon closer inspection of the Captain’s cabin. Within a safe was a collection of handwritten papers, detailing the ships actions and objectives thus far. It seems the civilian Captain was ordered or otherwise felt it pertinent to keep a log of all activities likely to report to his civilian superiors at a later date, this would prove the ships undoing. As Haun perused these logs, he discovered the original requisition information for a tender alongside the orders to move down the coast to rendezvous with Rainbow. This was the damning evidence he required, hospital ships must not be used for any military purpose and acting as a tender to a naval ship fell under this rule.

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    SS Prince George in her civilian guise before WWI, her cargo entrances low on the freeboard can be seen easily here.
    After it was properly communicated to Leipzig that they were taking the ship, Haun and his men rounded up the crew placed them all into one of the many spacious hospital areas for safe keeping. The prisoners numbered 31 Naval Reservists, 54 crewmen/engineering staff and 6 medical staff. Haun was somewhat disappointed in the fact that all of the engineering staff seemed to be very stereotypical white Canadians, part of him was hoping to encounter a crew comprised of Lascars as the British called them. A non-white engineering crew might have been able to be paid off and kept aboard running the ship, freeing more of his men for other duties. It was no matter; he would make do with what he had. As Haun was assigning guards to the prisoners, the Head Nurse barged her way over to the Officer with a guise of rage on her face. One of the guards swung to point a bayonet at the approaching woman, only to be met with her equally sharp tongue. Haun would later state, “I had not met a woman previously with such a way with words. One of the guards I had initially stationed with the prisoners was rather young, perhaps early 20’s at most. He turned to meet with woman bayonet forward, presumably to protect his commanding officer from any harm. The woman stared directly passed the bayonet in her face and began unleashing a verbal torrent on the boy, as would a mother scolding a child. For the dignity of the sailor, I had to step in.” The Head Nurse informed Haun that under the Geneva Convention, hospital staff were not permitted to be made prisoners of war and must be allowed to continue their duties. Additionally if the Germans were to capture this ship which they were employed on, they must guarantee the hospital staff equal pay and allowances corresponding rank within their own navy. Haun did not protest to woman as she was indeed correct and if nothing else, these medical staff could be very helpful in treating his own wounded.

    Haun quickly returned to Leipzig to consult with his pilot and officers, this capture could change their situation on this coast completely.


     
    File Off The Serial Numbers
  • August 13, 1914. Aboard the former HMCHS Prince George, off Cape Mendocino.

    Fregattenkapitän Haun stood on the fantail of his captured vessel as the rising sun cast the surrounding waters in a resplendent yellow hue, a cup of freshly prepared tea in his hands. He watched intently as a stream of boats ferried various items between the prize and Leipzig off her starboard side. The sleep he had received the previous night was fleeting at best, the initial feelings of accomplishment at the recent seizure had slowly turned into a niggling doubt in the back of his mind. The ship had been in direct violations of its protections however, the potential optics of the situation had some regrettable consequences. Perhaps they were moving at best possible speed to assist their compatriots or equally so, the guise of a hospital ship could have been donned for more nefarious purposes. Haun had enough legal footing to protect himself and even so, the politicians could judge him personally after the fact, he had a job to do. As he sipped the splendid tea, he chuckled to himself. Perhaps these Canadians were not much different than the British after all. Looking through his binoculars one handed, he spied the ongoing commotion on the decks of Leipzig. 4 of her 3.7cm Pom Pom’s were being dismounted and prepared for their eventual relocation to the Prince George, 1 on the bow and stern respectively while the other 2 would be placed high up beside the funnels. A more fearsome armament would have put his mind at ease but, they had to make do with what was available. Leipzig had no intermediate guns aboard and transferring something as large as a 10.5cm gun at sea would be incredibly difficult, there was no suitable enclaves nearby on this very hostile coastline.

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    3.7cm Pom Pom aboard SMS Leipzig.
    Haun finished the rest of his cup with a gulp and began to walk back towards the bow of the ship. As he went, he gingerly stepped along the catwalks, the smell of fresh paint abundant in the air. The crew had already begun the arduous process of repainting the ship but luckily for him, the undoing of the Canadians had been his fortune. He would not be caught sailing a half-painted hospital ship as a raider and as fate would have it, the ships former owners kept a substantial store of paint aboard. An unkept liner was an unsuccessful liner. The cross and circle on the middle funnel had already been covered while the crew was attempting to paint as much as they could in regard to the hull while at sea. All they would have to do is match the opposite side close enough in her original livery to avoid suspicion. He spied Mr. Baumann, their civilian pilot, excitedly pacing back and forth on one of the bridge wings. Ever since setting foot aboard this ship, the pilot had enthusiastically talked the ear off anybody within range about the vessel. Apparently, Prince George was a relatively well-known vessel on this coast, spritely at just below 20 knots and only 4 years old. Weighing in at 3,380 GRT, the 307ft long vessel was capable of carrying over 250 passengers normally, with as many as 1,500 passengers for short excursion cruises. Interestingly enough, she was also able to carry 350 tons of cargo in her holds, something that would come in handy as an auxiliary. As the civilian had showcased the previous night, she ran completely on oil instead of the traditional coal Leipzig utilized. Baumann spun a tale about how his former employers had very frequently met this very ship on their cargo runs, only to be beaten to the local docks every time and forced to wait for their turn. From what he had seen and been told, this ship should work exceedingly well as an escort to Leipzig.

    Making his way upwards towards the bridge, Korvettenkapitän Kretschmar stood alongside another sailor at the helm, Baumann making idle conversation with the outwardly annoyed officer.

    “Korvettenkapitän, Mr. Baumann, may I speak to you please?”

    Both of the men accompanied Haun down the bowels of the ship and into the former Captain’s cabin. It was roughly the same size as the contemporary aboard Leipzig, albeit not destroyed by shellfire. Behind the main desk was a framed photograph hanging on the wall, showcasing the former Captain and what looked to be a young boy on his lap.

    “Have you prepared the crew composition required to operate this vessel Korvettenkapitän?”

    Kretschmar nodded and produced a folded piece of paper from his pocket, “20 men are required to operate the 3.7cm Pom Poms and Spandau guns, 3 men have being transferred to operate the wireless set, 24 men are needed for proper day to day operations and surprisingly, only 15 men are required to operate the machinery. I am currently waiting on a report regarding how many prize crew we can take aboard while not leaving Leipzig vulnerable. The injured are all being transferred as well, some of the lightly injured men may be able to be substituted into some duties around the ship as well.”

    “The marvels of modern technology.” Haun chuckled, “I suppose it truly is fortunate we have seized such a capable vessel. Speaking of this vessel though.”

    Haun turned to Kretschmar, “Korvettenkapitän, I would like to offer you command of this vessel. You have shown the exceptional qualities all men of the Kaiser’s Navy stride towards, this will be a worthy reward for such competencies.”

    In his usual manner, his Executive Officer did not show a crack of emotion across his steely façade. Haun had been in his company long enough to judge the man’s emotions through other means, primarily the small bit of excited tapping coming from his left foot.

    “It would be an honor sir.” The man said sincerely. Humility was an important aspect of a naval officer and always the perfectionist, Kretschmar shined through once again.

    “Now.” Haun said as he held a hand to his chin, “I believe this new command warrants a proper name. No proper German officer deserves a command to be named after a perfidious English Monarch. Do you have any preference?”

    Both officers exchanged suggestions for a few minutes before being interrupted by Mr. Baumann.

    “What about Sea Lion? Correct me if I am wrong but your mission in these waters is to lurk off the coast and snatch merchant vessels? That sounds similar to the Sea Lion’s that also inhabit this coast, jumping from their rocks to feast upon unsuspecting prey in the ocean.”

    Kretschmar nodded his approval, “SMS Seelöwe? Yes Mr. Baumann, that seems very apt.”

    “It is settled then.” Haun said with an accompanying clap, “Now Mr. Baumann, please join Kretschmar and me for some tea.” The Captain placed his various notebooks and intelligence documents on the desk in front of him, “We have much to discuss regarding our actions on this coast.”
     
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