Illustrations from Under the Ocean to the South Pole: Or, The Strange Cruise of the Submarine Wonder (1907)
A version of this post appeared at the original Austerity Kitchen.
A New York newspaper (the exact one is unknown) reported that one evening in the summer of 1907 a dinner was given thirty-five feet under the sea by the inventor of a submarine christened The Argonaut
. Along with thirteen guests, he boarded the vessel, which was was anchored at Bridgeport, Connecticut, and sank below the waves to travel several miles along the ocean floor. Postprandial entertainment consisted of two divers exiting via a special compartment in order to display the virtues of “the patent diving suits” they had donned.
“This is the song of the submarine / Afloat on the waters wide. / Like a sleeping whale / In the starlight pale, / Just flush with the swirling tide. / The salt sea ripples against her plates / The salt wind is her breath, / Like the spear of fate / She lies in wait, / And her name is ‘Sudden Death.'” — William Booth, “The Song of the Submarine” (date unknown)
This extravehicular exhibition was followed by some sight-seeing. The Argonaut
passed near a sunken coal barge and, by means of an elaborate suction pump, transported four tons of coal to a ship above. Then it floated back to port, its passengers delighted and astonished, and no worse for the “slight headaches” of which they complained. All in all, the captain and his guests suffered “no inconvenience … from the submarine voyage.”
“In all times, and among all nations, the ocean has had its myths, and its untold wonders. There has always been a longing to penetrate into the mysteries of its depths…” — “Life at Great Ocean Depths” (1869)
For all the novelty that it no doubt presented its inventor’s dinner guests, The Argonaut
was not without historical precedent. The first such underwater craft appeared in 1620 and underwent multiple tests in the murky waters of the Thames. The first military application came in 1776, when a small, acorn-shaped machine named Turtle
tried, and failed, to sink the HMS Eagle
, a British warship. During the American Civil War the French-designed Alligator
was the first submersible to feature compressed air. It moved by means of a screw propeller powered by a hand crank. Yet like its predecessor Turtle
it proved fortune’s fool, disappearing on April 1, 1863 in a storm off Cape Hatteras while en route to its first combat deployment at Charleston. Indeed, it wasn’t until the First World War that submarines managed to acquit themselves in battle.
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Throughout the centuries-long wriggling toward seaworthiness, submarines remained consistent in one respect: their cramped, stuffy quarters, which were hardly a fit setting for a splendid repast. The Argonaut
apparently proved the exception. What dishes that ship’s passengers enjoyed on their voyage is left a matter of speculation, but it is safe to assume they were more sumptuous than the austere fare characteristic of the life aquatic. This was no more true than while aboard a Soviet submarine during the Second World War. Herring was a staple, red wine a rare treat. And that elixir vitae of Russian folk, vodka, was strictly rationed, each crewman receiving a mere three-and-a-half ounces a day. To combat cuisine-induced ennui, Soviet submarine cooks exercised tremendous creativity, and in so doing managed to turn the usual rations of groats and canned beef into menu items that, if not delicious, were at least palatable; for with no condiments, dressings or spices available, food on Soviet submarines was dull enough to sink the most buoyant personality into gloom.