, 1899-02-24
HER NAMEATTHET TOP
"U. S. S. BROOKLYN" WENT ABOVE
al. N. S. SPHINX"

A Heroic Feat Mt Muscat NV Sou.
of Uncle Sans Old Time ,J,ck Tar.
That Thrilled the Heart, of n Whale
Ships Crew.
There was once another BROOKLYN.
the f%orerunner of the present armored
cruiser, but the old Brooklyn, which,
during the civil war, gained the name
OF the Butcher Shop" had no resem-
blance to the floating fortress that
hurled destruction into the fleet of Ad-
miral Cervera.
The old ship bore a great spread Of
canvas and had but auxiliary steam
power. Her lofty masts and creaking
yards would seem singularIy out of
place today, but they served their pur-
pose in their own time. Her open deck,
with double row of muzzle loading,
smoothbore guns, looked like a scene
from a medieval drama, and when she
went to sea the Tapping of the sails
u the snap of the cordage we're not an
unwelcome lullaby to those who slept
beneath her cool white decks.
This old Brooklyn sailed one day
from New York. bound upon a rowing
cruise and came in time to the Azores
islands, whence she sailed for Lisbon
and Gibraltar and, passing through the
Mediterranean and the Suez canal,
steamed slowly down the searching Red
sea. A stop at Alden for a day or two
made her ready for a journey to the
pprElnn Unlf lnf ,rhnr A., .,tT -
Ormaz was reached the skipper thought
to take a look at Muscat, and so the
course was shaped for the capital of the
son OF Abraham, whose %forefathers for
hundreds, nay, thousands, of years, had
been sheiks Of the desert.
In all her journey the good ship had
entered not u port where the proud
cross of st. George could not be seen
from the staff of a British man-of-war,
but here at Muscat it was thought that
at least our flag would be the only token
of western civilization in evidence. But
it was not so, for, as the Brooklyn
rounded a high ~promontory that shut
in the little harbor, there, lying at an
Choir, was seen the English gunboat
Sphinx with her milk white flag float
ing above her.
Muscat had much that was strange
and weird to interest the Americans,
but neither the palace of the sultan,
with its double wall, between the two
parts of which are kept the tigers
whose duty it is to guard the palace at
night, nor the imperial harem's grim
exterior, nor the gorgeous apparel of the
sultan himself had half the attraction
for the westerners that the grim, sheer
face of the ~promontory that shuts in the
harbor had; for there upon the bleak
wall Of this towering height were
painted the names of many ships, and
high above them all, in a place that
seemed inaccessible, were the words,
III. NJ. S. Sphinx"
The men of the Brooklyn stared at
that name day after day, until it seemed
burned into their brains. and the spirit
OF emulation grew within them.
The night before the Brooklyn was
to sail for Persian waters there wero
evidences of a secret movement among
the crew, ard after the night had fallen
still and black a boat pulled of from
the vessels side, and with muffled oars
made rapidly for the shore. 1t carried
many things of various sorts, and among
them u lantern, whose tiny glimmer
those on the ships watched with batad
breath as 1t reached the shore and slow
ly began the ascent of the p%romontory
Now it would disappear and then gilt
ter again like q star Of hope and COM
fort, and SO it went slowly IN, ever up
and up the face of the outlined precipice.
The hours dragged slowly by, and it
boats crew clambered slowly over the
Brooklyn's side and dropped exhausted
into their hammocks for a short sleep
before the call of 'all hands" in the
morning.
The Brooklyn sailed away just as the
sun began to show above the eastern
horizon. and as she swung upon her
course and stood for the waters of the
open gulf a cheer burst from the threats
Of the whole ships company. For there,
in great letters of white that caught The
warmth of the rising sun, far above the
name OF her majesty's ship Sphinx. far
above the highest name Of all, could be
seen the legend ~. s. S. Brooklyn"
And there today. looking down upon
the tiger guarded palace and the harem
of the sultan, ever before the Arabs and
the Beloochistanese Of the tiny sultan
ate, still CLEANS the masio name that
Schley and Cook once again made ia
nous and that shall endure in history
when Muscat itself shall be forgotten.
Warrington Post.