After the ceremony I returned my machine to its quarters on the roof of the barracks of the air-scout squadron
, and with an orderly from the palace to guide me I reported to the officer in charge of the palace.
The North Atlantic squadron
was the sole American force on her eastern shore, it was returning from a friendly visit to France and Spain, and was pumping oil-fuel from tenders in mid-Atlantic--for most of its ships were steamships--when the international situation became acute.
On October 11, the day when all was astir at headquarters over the news of Mack's defeat, the camp life of the officers of this squadron was proceeding as usual.
I knew it," replied a piping voice, and Lieutenant Telyanin, a small officer of the same squadron, entered the room.
After that was a respite in the shape of five years in the Channel squadron
, with periodical runs home, and then again he was off to the Mediterranean for three years and to Halifax for four.
One night a squadron
of Federal horse commanded by Major Seidel, a gallant and skillful officer, moved out from Readyville on an uncommonly hazardous enterprise requiring secrecy, caution and silence.
had struggled to escape by this line, when suddenly pursuit had ceased.
There too is the banner of Castile amid yonder sparkling squadron
which heads the main battle.
A year or less ago you got a North Sea scare, and on the strength of a merely honourable understanding with your neighbour, you risk your country's very existence for the sake of adding half a dozen battleships to your North Sea Squadron
He's not merely going himself, he's taking a squadron
at his own expense.
A sound like the moaning in squadrons
over Asphaltites of unforgiven ghosts of Gomorrah, ran shuddering through the air.
The song of pleasant stations beside the salt lagoons, The song of blowing squadrons
that shuffled down the dunes, The song of midnight dances that churned the sea to flame-- The Beaches of Lukannon--before the sealers came!
He has tossed in his hand squadrons
of war-scarred three-deckers, and shredded out in mere sport the bunting of flags hallowed in the traditions of honour and glory.
The mountains looked surpassingly lovely, clad as they were in living, green; ribbed with lava ridges; flecked with white cottages; riven by deep chasms purple with shade; the great slopes dashed with sunshine and mottled with shadows flung from the drifting squadrons
of the sky, and the superb picture fitly crowned by towering peaks whose fronts were swept by the trailing fringes of the clouds.
Only the last ship, the Revenge, commanded by the Rear-Admiral Sir Richard Grenville, lost the wind and was caught between two great squadrons
of the Spanish.