Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1909-09-22

| for the boat was near the crowded wa
| tiers off the Battery. DIR. Cook finished
! his speech for such as were close to him,
| and later he wrote the rest of it out
Then followed more struggles for hand
shaking. until a squad of the militia
guard was pressed into service to carry
| the Cooks through the crowd to a state
room. Here they were locked in with DIR.
Stebbns and Mr. Bradley, admitting visit
OrS only one at a time while the boat
| made her way up the harbor.
AT the Battery the steamer swerved and
held on up the North river. footing end
less responses to the incessant salutations.
Every floating thing with boiler in it
spoke to her she passed. from rum
bling, throaty liners to squealing launches
and the fire patrol boats, with their Gu
Only the three humpba cked French
ironclads were silent. and that was be-
cause they lay anchored. with their fires
banked: but the band of the Nerite struck
up THE Star Spangled Banner as the
Grand Republic swept past. and the crews
of all three crowded to the rails and
cheered. The band of the Grand Repub-
lie responded with The Marseillaise''
The North river trip was made to mark
time until the parade was ready to carry
the explorer in triumph from the Brook
lyn pier. The Grand Republic went on
up stream to the public landing at 10th
street. where she set ashore such as had
to catch trains, and then circled out be-
tween the brown Palisades and the green
slopes of Riverside to turn south again.
Wild Greetings From River Craft.
The greetings from passing craft were
as wild as ever. Beyond the French
ships the Grand Republic met the gum
boat Morales. another Hudson-Futon
week guest, with the Mexican flag flying.
She blew the three blasts of greeting.
and as she passed the crew lined up at
hx-t ba nd officers
luted.
Then came a longer and more excited
whistle than common. Those who looked
for the reason saw the John X. Gilkinson,
the ship of honor of two hours before,
painting upstream dashed to scow of
dingy cotton waste.
Then, as the Grand Republic swept en-
der the Brooklyn bridge, came the climax
of the river courtesies. A little dirty
white banana boat did 1t. Not being in
the stream she had steam to spare for an
inter1ninable howl.
A black gulf steamer across the river
followed her, and then the sound boats
and waiting tugs and more of the gulf
ships, until their din reached to Broad
way and sent the Office boys crowdng to
the windows. Old bOatmen said one might
be on the river for years without sailing
through such racket.
The noise brought Dr. Cook out from his
stateroom to the pilot house. where he
stood with his wife until the boat made
her slip under the Williamsburg bridge \
workman high up in the cables Of the
Manhattan bride which lay in blue
prints when the doctor was last in New
York. swung his hat so wildly that his
hammer slipped from his hold and drop
ped into the river not far from the Grand
Republics rail. The black sugar factories
on the Brooklyn shore turned out all their
girls to cheer from the windows.
A policeman stood on the stringpiece of
a pier and fired his revolver three times,
getting the three whistles from the Grand
Republic in return. negro climbed to
the top of passing scow and went
shell. The landing pier was damned for
half its length with shouters. But not
sound Of them all made it's way through
the tumult of the steamers. which never
left off until the Grand Republic had
made her landing
Back on American Soil.
DR.. Cook was out of the crowd in the
pilot house. but not out of reach An anx-
ious young man hung by his fingers to the
window casing while the explorer wrote
his name on a preposterous souvenir post
card, ruling good naturally that it was to
be the only one.
"Oh, you doc!'' somebody called. and
everybody laughed.
The doctor looked puzzled and uncom-
Portable. Those near him laughed again
while somebody explained the derfyation
of turn of speech which was not current
when the John r. Bradley started north
in 1907. ~
Nobody knows who had the privilege OF
hrst shaking the doctors hand when he
stepped on American soil. He vas
caught in another jam and seated some
how In an automobile with Mrs. Cook
and Brooklyn friends. surrounded bv
floral offerings. Back from the pier head
there was a mass Of people, ranked solid
from the open lane to the waIl-that IS
from fifteen to twenty deep.
-. The crush was compact as far back as
almost third of mile Every window
was crowded. every pile of boards and
every slope of the ground was filed full.
In the lane there were 300 automobiles
waiting i'm line. bright with flags. flowers
and women in gay clothes
The explorers path up the lane was a
deliriuh. The automobile horns strug-
gled to Guido the sirens on the river,
and what they failed to do the threats of
the $1,000 men and women almost made