Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1914-09-09

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the red sun rolls up from he oily, UNI
dulating tropic gulf, and it is day.
LandWard, the yellow night lights grow
dim: there is a ome of haze and
Vapor and then the city-a pink n
white city, with here and there a touch
of cream and blue-emcrges from
above the breakwater and the harbor
ront. A duartermaster of the watch
steps up to the officer of the deck and
saluting. says Two bells, sir"
Strike two!' says the officer OF the
deck; and the quartermaster strikes
them; and. striking them. seems also
to strike a sharp double stroke from
every other ship in the harbor; for
what is happening on n ship is hap
pening also on every other ship in the
harbor. The double strokes echo all
A q-uarternaster of the watch steps
up and, saluting, says: Quarter past
5, sir" And the officer, saluting. says:
Tel the bugler TO sound rcvcille.'
And the seagoing bugler sends the
morning call echoing up n down the
passageways and across the quiet Wa
tiers; and presently from out OF ham
mocks, from off grating, from under
the bilges of triced-up boats, of he
overhangs of turrets-from n blanket
or hammock. or wherever a curlcd up
body could fit. they come rolling out
the slumberers of n battleship's crew;
and from other battleships. golfers.
cruisers, g%unboats, supply ships. repair
ships, d~cStroyerS, and what not, the
same insistent can is ringing and the
reluctant Sleepers also turning out to
greet the tropical morning sun.
The Top of the Day.
Between decks the morning coffee is
being served. and soon up topSidc Tie
stimulated watch is washing down
decks. Before the torrential charge of
the hose division the last lingering
deck slumberer is routed out; before,
not one, but half II dozen big hose: and
In rear of the hose division come Il bat
TALON of scrub brushes and squeegees,
the same manne by barefooted lads
with white trousers rolled to the knee.
The market boat, which is the sec
ond steamer. is cleared away n
brought to the gangway, II half dozen
Filipino stewards take position in the
stern sheets, and away she goes to
bring back what they may gather from
the early morning market III Vera
Cruz.
The washed-down, scrubbed and
squeegeed planking'i is drying out, white
and beautiful under the mounting sun.
Mess gear sounds. and the breakfast
call. Joyous sounds! Below rush the
men, every soul that is not on watch;
and by and by and, leaning
comfortably over for'ard and 'midship,
leisurely pick their teeth or smoke
while they descant on the fortunes OF
the city before them.
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she nassees slowly out of the harbor.
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