They might be sunk in the night, but American fighting men do not always dwell on danger.
When first call sounded in the morning the men rubbed their eyes, then realized that the ship was proceeding at very slow speed.
"Get up, you lubbers!" called a man going down to one of the berth decks.

"Do you realize that the ship is at the entrance of a French harbor ?" France?
Then a cheer went up that no officer could have stopped until it had spent its first force.
At last! France! "Over there!" Never had men dressed faster.

How the soldiers piled up the companionways! Yet a few bethought themselves to kick their now discarded life belts with a show of resentment and contempt.
However, the first glimpses had from the decks were bound to be disappointing.

It was just after daylight.

The mist of the night had thickened instead of vanishing.