Aug 18, 1300 hours,
SMS Nürnberg, Fisher Channel
Nürnberg and
Princess Charlotte turned back up Fisher channel, and the incoming tide added a knot or two to the 18 that their engines provided. To starboard, they saw whales spout as the German ships passed them by. A quarter of an hour’s steaming took them to a Y in the channel. To the starboard the main branch of Fisher Channel turned due east. To port, a narrower inlet continued to the north east. This was Cousin’s Inlet. The ships took this route, and as they entered the 800 meter wide inlet slowed to 12 knots. The eastern shore was lined with log booms, waiting to feed the mill. Von Schönberg sniffed the air. “
Gekochter kohl,” he commented.
Nürnberg’s wireless operator sent a message to the bridge. “ This was just intercepted, Sir, transmitted in clear. SS COWICHAN TO ALL SHIPS SWANSON BAY BOMBARDED BY GERMAN RAIDERS 0730 THIS MORNING HEAVY LOSS OF LIFE STOP ONE OF ATTACKERS IS CPR SS PRINCESS CHARLOTTE OTHER IS CRUISER STOP SEND ALL ASSISTANCE STOP
“I suppose we need to pick up the pace,” said Von Schönberg. Another 15 minutes steaming bought them to a sharp right turn in the channel, with more log booms moored on the north shore.
Nürnberg came to a stop, and held station just around the corner.
As
Princess Charlotte rounded the bend in the channel, they were immediately looking at the mill town of Ocean Falls, two kilometers away. Ocean Falls was situated on a small patch of flat ground at the very end of Cousins Inlet. Immediately behind the town, Von Spee knew from his charts, was a lake several times the size of the inlet they had just steamed down. The mouth of a river divided the townsite in two, fed by the eponymous and picturesque waterfall, and was crossed by a long spindly bridge on pilings. To the right was a wharf and mill structure, several long low industrial buildings that were proving to be common on this coast. The mill buildings’ equipment and powerhouse were fed by a giant pipeline that snaked down from the dam. A tower of white smoke belched from a stack and was carried around the valley by eddies in the air current. Both sides of the bay were covered with boomed logs. Some logs were being pulled up a ramp into a sawmill complex. A freighter of 5000 tons was tied up at the wharf. Von Spee read
Kintuck– Liverpool, on her stern. Her single funnel made it very obvious she belonged to the Blue Funnel Line. A small tugboat pulled logs across the bay towards the sawmill ramp.
To the left side of the river mouth and bridge was the residential part of this company town, with its usual wood frame houses identical, and in perfect rows. Here were also several larger buildings, including the barrel-roofed general store painted with, not surprisingly, a large sign reading Ocean Falls.
Princess Charlotte approached the wharf, flying the Red Ensign. She came alongside, and as several of her crew tied up, Von Spee stepped out of the main deck side cargo door onto the wharf. He looked around for a manager, or a boss. At a distance, his Kaiserliche Marine uniform looked little different from that of the Canadian Pacific Railroad. From the sawmill came the sound of a fire bell, and workers started streaming from the building. Men feeding logs onto the ramp chain dropped their pike poles and moved away from the waterfront. A man in a grey suit came striding across the wharf towards Von Spee from the direction of the pulp mill. As he crossed the wharf, the fire bell in the pulp mill also rang, and men began to empty from there as well. Some ran across the bridge to the town site, but most avoided the terribly exposed bridge, and climbed up the bank into the forest. The man in the suit walked right up to Von Spee.
“Your reputation precedes you captain,” said the Canadian. He looked Von Spee’s uniform up and down, and his expression let it be known that his suspicions were confirmed. He waved his arm up at the Charlotte’s mast. “You can dispense with the fiction of the Canadian flag. We have heard the fate of Swanson Bay. The news went through town like a wildfire. What do you want of us? A ransom?”
Von Spee introduced himself.
The Canadian responded. “Richard McNulty, manager of Crown Williamette Pacific Mills. Although, no offence, but I would rather not make your acquaintance.”
“What happened at Swanson Bay was unfortunate, and not our intention,” said Von Spee. “They fired on my landing party, and killed one of my men. That does not need to happen here. We come to destroy your facility, that is true, but only the industry, not people’s homes. Our countries are fighting a war the world over, and your mill is a war industry. But it is possible to achieve my objective without harming a soul. If you can control your people, and keep them away from the mills, we will be able to do our work and leave quickly.”
“So you will shell the town,” said McNulty.
“We will be placing explosives in the mills,” said Von Spee. “That leaves less of a chance of a mishap than gunfire, as long as you keep your people away.”
“That might be difficult,” said McNulty. “Understandably, people here are quite worked up about the war.
“It will be better to think of us as a natural disaster,” said Von Spee. “You would not stand in the way of a winter storm. You would take shelter and rebuild afterwards. We will be starting immediately.”
“Please give me five minutes to make sure the buildings are clear,” said the manager.
“We will be following directly behind you,” said Von Spee.
The mill manager jogged back towards the sawmill.
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