The daily morning journal and courier., 1895-01-02
IN THE STOKE HOLE.
Ocean Travellers Who seldom See the Sky
 During Trip.

Ocean Travellers Who seldom See the Sky During a Trip.
 The supreme development of the
 modern craft of ship-building, an ocean
 greyhound, is coming at full speed to- l ward Sandy Hook. The sea is calm
 and the trip has been smooth and short one, and now as she draws near the shore the belief that has found Judgment in every mind during the past two or three days that the record Is to be broken grows stronger, and the passengers crowd the deck, consulting
 their watches from time to time, and
 discussing with one another the proba-
 bility of lowering the western record.
 Within two hours they will know
 whether or not their hopes have been
 justified, but just now there is not a
 human being on board, whether pas senger or sailor, who is not thinking of the great chance that lies before them.
 The steamer is crowded almost to it's fullest capacity, remarks a writer in the New York Herald, Some of the passengers are returning home after summer holiday, and there are others, of foreign aspect, who are making their first trip to America. The quiet man In the pepper and salt suit, who stands by himself, is a famous politician, who knows that he will be met on his arri- val by two or three of the magnates of his party. and possibly by score of reporters, all eager to know the posi- ton that he will take in the coming election He Is busy now with his own thoughts, for he has not yet decided what he will say to them, and besides he does not know how the political cat has been jumping in New York since he set sail from England, five days ago.
 Not far from him is foreign actress who has been carefully drilled by her manager and will know exactly what to say to the reporters when they come to interview her. She is prepared to love America-provided, of course, the American public is prepared to love her --but she is a little anxious just now as she thinks of the ordeal of inter- viewing that is before her. There is an English tourist, coming over to shoot grizzlies on Long Island, and bringing with him an elaborate collection of bath tubs, walking sticks, hat boxes and gun cases. He is talking to a se- rious looking American, whose &C., quaintance he has formed on board, and who has just explained to him that the rattlesnakes which infest the New York piers are not really as venomous as they are said to be.
 God bless me soulw exclaims the 1 English tourist in tone of relief.
 The cooks and stewards are busy with their preparations for the last meal that will be served on this voyage, and as they go about their labors they | talk about the wonderful run that the l ship has made and hope, just as the are hoping on the deck | above, that the record will be broken. |
 Down in the engine room the we'll l piled and brilliantly polished wheels | and pistons seem to be working as if | they, too, were filled with the same l nope, and the chief engineer wears an anxious look as he glances with prac- -ised eye at the indicator, which shows he high pressure under which he Is 
 But far down in the hold is a corner 1f the vessel, the Glory Hole, to which | he well-fed, easy-going passenger gives but little thought, and into which le seldom seeks to penetrate; vet it is lere that we find the true source of he wonderful mechanical power that tends the swift racer like a thing of fife across the sea from continent to For it is here that the fur races glow with their awful heat while n the full glare of the flames the half lad stolers stand throwing into the iery depths shovelfuls and shovelfuls # coal. There is no more interesting 1T impressive sight on shipboard than his, and the landsman who chances to ool down into the pit of flame and soot wonders how it is that men are able to york there and live.