The daily morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven, Conn.) 1894-1907, 1900-07-14

Iglances over the quarter to one side and
sees the water, rudely heaped into
breaking waves, tearing past at twenty
KNOTS. He thinks better of 1t, knowing
that he would be a good mile astern be-
fore boat could be lowered, and goes
below, to find his overhead locker shak-
en- down and all his household goods
and the photographs Of all tn comfy girls
he ever loved streWn about the gun
room and on the deck, wet from
leaking scuttle. He picks them up and,
| looking around to see that none of his
merciless messmates has seen the dance
programme with the little bit of golden
hair sticking out, puts them away,
more safely, in the private till of his
chest.
| Just open one of the doors leading
down to the engine room, and look
down upon the mighty beatings of the
vessels heart take the proffered bit of
cotton waste and so down backward
holding on to both rails, and keep your
elbows to yourself; and as you descend
realize more and more fully that here,
here indeed is the full speed trial itself
in all its glory The noise of twenty
diperent engines strikes the ear, bang
ing and canking, separately and collec-
lively, each one at it's own particular
task; the dynamo, the circulating
pump, the air fan, and so on, all jam
med and crammed into the engine room
below the water, the sure armor that
makes shot and shell to ricochet, the
stopping of any one of which by some
small rod breaking or smaller pin COM
ing out would, directly or indirectly,
cause the speed of the snip to sacAen
more or less, according to the relative
Importance of that particular engine.
Above all these smaller noises Is the la
bored pulsation Of the main engines,
with the massive crank heads swishing
round at a rate seemingly quite dis
proportionate to their size, looking like
a gigantic prize-ighter hitting out I'M
ceasingly. The engineer above on the
cylinder, taking diagrams with nimble
fingers, hears like a trained bandmas-
ter, out of the thousand and on edit
ferent noises, great and small, that a
certain small engine is knocking out of |
tune, and goes down to see about it ac-
cordingly, Between the throbbing cy-
finders, crouching on the platform, are |
in their fearnaught trousers
and flannel shirts, fairly reveling in
grease and oil, squirting tn elatter here
and there with long brass squirts, feel
ing a crosshead for it's heart, squirting
oil again on the piston rod, then to |
work with a spanner where a leaky
joint is announced by Kissing Of steam
at every stroke, and so round again. J
And they seem to like it.
A great tbiDIar oOpn eaid with M |
little truth, that
The blooming lot would go to pot,
If the boilers wouldn't boil.
Go and see them boiling. Open one
Of the air locked doors, and close it be-
fore attempting to open the other, if
you don't want to get blown away by
he half-inch forced draught you will
ct loose. Now open the other and en-
er a regular pocket inferno, Oh, the
lwful heat of it! See those black dew
Is, each pair of white eyes and a dim
outline, moving about in the uncertain
light of a fitful sush lamp. One of
hem is providing himself with two
ong iron bars. surely furnished at the
md with pincers and Instruments of
orture, as seen at the Campo Santo of
Pisa; opens a small door and thrusts 4
hem, in turn, into the mouth of a
burning fiery furnace, TO rake and pull
bout; surely the unrighteous are hav-
ng bad time of it. Another pair of
yes provides, with black arms, a buck
tful of more Goals Of fire to be heaped {
N, Could the Great Chief Stoker him
elf improve much ON this fearful place,
ven for his own purposes? I
From the other side Of the stolxehold |
cry goes up, How long?" to which ]
eply comes, only ten minutes more" {
nd SO you need not clean your fire till I
fterward A few minutes later the |
ngineer comes In and gives orders for t
working down Everything has been {
ried in the balance and nothing has {
cen found wanting. The main engines t
ulse slower. The foremost funnel {
eases to rock. The seagulls in the t
5ake of the ship ease down, The pow /
RS are Informed. Three flags flutter to /
he masthead. THE trial is satisfacto- r
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