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y^^^^-^^^-^f^-'^^'.-^- 7¥ / .V'f^ v V' ' '-~ '" •" -•- . '. 'v-' v v vV'.vv V/ rK '-' : tv^ '" ' "' ' "" ' ' SfflP WHAT f AKes PLACE ON BOARD IN A «itr*ifif tfttarik on Heck and iielow—On the Cftil to Qtmrtcfg fctery M*n fttotes t* fitla OWH Post as by Clockwork—A Terrible Moment. i?ew people outside the naval service 1rnow just how a war vessel goes Into a light. To pu't a battleship like the Iowa or Indiana Iri thorough readiness for action ordinarily requires about two hours, though, of course, it can be done in Much less time In case of urgency, There is one thins that makes it a MAXIM RAPID-FIRE RIFLE. <The War Department Has Just Ordered 1,000 of These Terrible Engines of Death and Destruction,) •comparatively simple and orderly task. On board a fighting vessel every man has a certain assigned post and a certain task laid out for him with which lie Is perfectly familiar. This holds true from the captain hlrnsolf down to the llttlo coolies wh3 v/ait on, table for the different messes. When the signal Js sounded it brings every man to his place, and long familiarity makes the work, so involved and complicated to the eyes of an outsider, a mere matter of routine. If a ship engages an enemy unexpect- «dly, so that there is not the usual time for preparation, the call to quarters is sounded immediately and the men take their places in divisions. In this case •each division attends to a part of the work of clearing the ship, but ordinarily the first signal is. "Clear for action." At the boatswain's whistle and the verbal command the men move to their (In Command of Atlantic Squadron.) positions, those whose places are on deck forming in squads under the direction of the different officers. The captain takes his place on the bridge. jLater, when the battle begins, he will go Into the protected conning tower, through the narrow slits of which he can watch everything that takes place on deck and the movements of the enemy as well; But'for the present.whlle the preparations are being made, he must decide the" general plan of action, how the guns' are to ( be used, and tne class and nature of projectile on which he will depend. . All Docks Cleared. Near the captain stands tbe navigator, who will have charge of the -handling of the ship during the engagement, the signal officer and the various aids. First of all, the decks and work- ON THE GUN DECK. Ing spaces are cleared. The spars, rigging and boats are secured. Every- 'thing movable that will not be needed In charge of the little platform high up in the mainmast, haul up arms and ammunition and make everything ready in their lofty quarters, even to filling the fire buckets with which to p.ut out a blaze should one be started aloft. The carpenter, uhder the direction of the navigator, sees to the during the engagement is firmly lashed into place,, where it will not Interfere with the work. The topmen, who Are removal of awning stanchions, hatch walls and every light object that la not essential to the management of the ship. The chronometers and other delicate instruments are carefully gathered up and laid away below, to save them from destruction by concussion. The torpedo division gets out its apparatus for sending torpedoes, and spreads the intercepting nets over the ship's sides, where they can be quickly low- ere'd if need be. Below the activity is equally great. The engine fires are started up and steam is made as fast as possible, fora modern battleship is intended to go into action under a full head of steaffi.j The* steam and bilge pumps are rigged and the magazine squads stands to Its post, biit the magazines 'are not unlocked until the signal for action. The keys, however, are delivered to the officers of the powder divisiqn by the captain at the first signal. When the ship is cleared the call to quarters Is given and the men take their places in divisions. The gun squads stand to their guns and make them ready for use. The hatches, except those that will be used, are covered with gratings and tarpaulins, the Mi. pf ojtctlles to all the guns. Th» chief ganflet takes his position on the berth deck, where he cad note tne progress of the work. Hia chief assistant fa below the mala magailne superintending the handling out of powder, and a quarter gunner is in charge of each of the other magazines afcd of the delivery ott deck. The charges are passed up from the THE BATTLESHIP MAINE. (A Bill Has Been Introduced Into Congress Authorizing the, Building of a New Battleship to Be Known as the Maine.) magazine in wooden cases, which are painted black, with the size of caliber and charge painted in large white letters on the side. They are passed out of the magazine to a man who sends them up to the lower deck. Then they are passed through a slit in the maga- NEW STYLE DISAPPEARING GUN. carpenter collects his men and with the armorer stands ready 'to repair any damage that may be made by the enemy's fire or the recoil of the ship's cannon. A man • with a head line is placed at the well and during the fight will make frequent'soundings to discover if the vessel is injured below the water line. The hose squad is placed in charge of the fire apparatus, ready for instant service. Chemical fire extinguishers are used on all the United States warships now, and hand grenades are placed in every quarter of the ship. Every precaution is taken to secure the instant stamping o.ut of fire should it start in or near the magazines. The "Bull Doctor." Down in the sick bay the head surgeon, or "bull doctor," has been directing the laying out of cots, instruments and bandages. One hatchway, as near amidships as possible, is always left open for the passing down of wounded men. The surgeon may have no call on his services, but the rule in every quarter of a battleship is, "Be prepared for the worst, and hope .for the best." When everything is ready the officers move to their stations. If the ship is a monitor the battle hatches are closed, and the men at last hear the final command.for which they'have been impatiently waiting—"Ac,tion!" At that moment, the doors of the magazine are opened, and the men who form the different chains of scuttles begin to pass the cartridge cases up to the deck. The delivery of ammunition is in charge of the gunner. In modern naval fortunes the gunner is not, as many landlubbers suppose, the man who fires the cannon. He is a warrant officer, and his position Js a most responsible one in time of action, for he must see to the prompt and steady delivery of cartridges, shells TO PJVV TQBTUGAS. zine screen—a heavy canvas curtain which is intended to prevent the possibility of sparks reaching to the powder stores. From this screen carriers take the boxes to the nearest powder scuttle, where they are passed up to the gun deck and thence to the cannon themselves. For moving ammunition WORKING THE ! RAPID-FIRE GUN FROM THE CONNING TOWER, various mechanical appliances, includ ing electricity, have come into use. THE t»AW Ofr SUNbAV'S SUBJECt, From the r,oli6t»ln|r ±e*t, tteb. fttSfcs "Without Shedding of Blobd Tliore J» JSTo Remission" — An Echo ot War Times—Pictures of Cartingfe. The Kaiser af u Chemist. / The London correspondent of tha Birmingham Post learns from Berlin that the German emperor has again been, experimenting privately with a new explosive, which he claims to have invented and which he proposes to call "Rexite." Eighteen months ago it was reported that the kaiser had just completed a series of experiments upon which he had been engaged, but several important difficulties subsequently presented 'themselves in the process of manufacture. These, however, are now stated to 'have been overcome. No Need to Jfurry. A pleasant looking, stylishly dressed old lady was boarding a car in New York, and the "smart Alex" conductor shouted in her ear: "Hurry up there! Step lively! Be quick!" He looked as if be were on the point of pushing her bodily inside the car, when, to his great surprise, she stopped short, and, looking him full in the face, said: "Young man, it is not worth while to be in such a hurry. Yqu'll get to hell soon enough."' Ontrlch irurm In Texas. T. A, Cppkburn, one, pf the nroprle-. tors of two large ostrich farms in southern California, oae at South Pasadena, and one at Norwajk. has gone to 8 Antpnlp, Tex., for the purpose pf ea- tablishlng an ostrich farm £t t place. The birds with which to stock Texas farm will be shipped, from. The shorter ft man Js Jn. b,ts tfee Ipngep it tgkes to find John G, Whittier, the last of the great school of American poets that nade the last quarter of this century )Hlliant, asked me in the White mountains, one morning after prayers, in which 1 had given out Cowper's fatnous hymn about "The Fountain Filled with Blood," "Do you really believe there is a literal application of the blood of Christ to the soul?" My negative r'e- ?ly then is my negative reply now. The Bible statement agrees with all physicians and all physiologists, and all scientists, in saying that the blood is the life, and in the Christian re- llgiin it means simply that Christ's ife was given for our life. Hence all this talk of men who say the Bible story of blood is disgusting, and that they don't want what they call a 'slaughter-house religion," only shows their incapacity or unwillingness to look through the figure of speech toward the thing signified, The blood that, on the darkest Friday the world ever saw, oozed, or trickled, or poured from the brow, and the side, and the bands, and the feet of the Illustrious Sufferer, back of Jerusalem, In a few hours coagulated and dried up, and forever disappeared; and if man had depended on the application of the literal blood of Christ, there would not have been a soul saved for the last eighteen centuries. In order to understand this red word of my text, we only have to exercise as much common sense in religion as we do in everything else. Pang for pang, hunger for hunger, fatigue for fatigue, tear for tear, blood for blood, life for life, we see every day Illustrated. The act of substitution is no novelty, although I hear men talk as though' the idea of Christ's suffering substituted for our suffering were something abnormal, something distressingly odd, something wildly eccentric, a solitary episode • in the world's history; when I could take you out into this city and before sundown point you to five hundred cases of substitution and voluntary suffering of one in behalf of another. At 2 o'clock tomorrow afternoon go among the places of business or toll. It will be no difficult thing for you to find men who, by their looks, show you that they are overworked. .They are prematurely old. They are hastening rapidly toward their decease. They have gone through crises In business that shattered their nervous system, and pulled on the brain. They have a shortness of breath, and a pain in the back of the head, and at night an insomnia that alarms them. Why are they drudging at business early and late? For fun? No, it would be difficult to extract any amusement out of that exhaustion. Because they are avaricious? In many cases nq. Because their own personal expenses are lavish? No; a few hundred dollars would meet all their wants. The simple fact is, the man is enduring all that fatigue and exasperation, and wear and tear, to keep his home prosperous. There Is an invisible line reaching from that store, from that bank, from that shop, from that scaffolding, to a qiuet scene a few blocks, a few miles away, and there is the secret of that business endurance. He is simpl champion of a homestead, for \\ he wins bread, and wardrobe, and KUU- cation, and prosperity, and in such battle ten thousand men fall. Of ten business men whom I bury, nine die of overwork for others. Some sudden disease finds them with no power of resistance, and they are gone. Life for life. Blood for blood. Substitution! At 1 o'clock tomorrow morning, the hour when slumber is most uninterrupted and profound, walk amid the dwelling houses of the city. Here and there you will find a dim light, because it is the household custom to keep a subdued light burning; but most of the houses from base to top are as dark as though uninhabited. A merciful God has sent forth the archangel or sleep, and he puts his wings over the city. But yonder Is a clear light burning, and outside on a window casement a glass or pitcher containing food for a sick child; the food is set in the fresh air, This is the sixth night that mother has sat up with that sufferer. She has to the last point obeyed the physician's prescription, not giving a drop too much or too little, or a moment too soon or too late. She is very anxious, for she has buried three chil- dren'with the same disease, and she prays and weeps, each prayer and sob ending with a kiss of the pale cheek. By dint of kindness she gets the Jittle one through the ordeal. After it is all over, the mother is taken down, Brain and nervous fever sets In, and oneway she leaves the convalescent child with a mother's blessing, and goes up to join the three departed ones in the kingdom of heaven. Life for life. Substitution! The fact is that there are an uncounted number of mothers who, after they have navigated a large family of children through all the diseases of infancy, and got them fairly started up the flowering slope of boyhood and glrlhppd, have only strength enough left to die. They fade away. Some call it consumption; some call it nervous prostration; some call it intermittent or malarial indisposition; but I call it martyrdom of the domestic circle. Life for life. Blood for blood. Substitution! Or perhaps a mother lingers long enough to see a son get on the wrong road, au4 bis former kindness becomes ppugb. reply when she expresses auxjr ety about him. But she pea rjgfet pn, looking carefully after bis gyerjr birthday^' film till he gets well arid starta him again, and hopes, find expects, and prays, and counsels, and suffers, until her strength gives out and she fails. She is going, and attendants, bending over her pillow, ask her if she has any message to leave, and she mtvkea great effort td say something, but out of three or fottr minutes of indistinct utterance they can catch hut three words: "My poor boy!" The simple fact is she died for him. Life fof life. Substitution! About thirty-eight years ago there went forth from our northern and southern homes hundreds of thousands of men to do battle. All the poetry of war soon vanished, and left them nothing but the terrible prose. They waded knee-deep in mud. They slept Jn snow-banks, They matched till' their cut feet tracked the earth. They were swindled out of the honest rations, and, lived on meat not fit for a dog. They had jaws fractured, and eyes extinguished, and limbs shot away. Thousands of. them cried for water as they lay on the field the night after the battle and got it not. They were homesick, and received no message 'from their loved ones. They died In bams, in bushes, in ditches, the buzzards of the summer heat the only attendants on their obsequies. No one but the infinite God who IMIOWS everything, knows the ten-thousandth part of the length, and breadth, and depth, and height of anguish of the northern and southern battlefields. Why did these fathers leave their children and go to the front, and why did these young men, postponing the marriage- day, start out into the probabilities of never 1 coming back? For a principle they died. Life for life. Blood for blood. Substitution! But we need not go so far. What is that monument in the cemetery? It is to the doctoru who fell in the southern epidemics. Why go? Were there not enough sick to be attended in these northern latitudes? Oh, yes; but the doctor puts a few medical books In his valise, and some vials of medicine, and leaves his patients here in the hands of other physicians, and takes the rail- train. Before he gets to the infected regions he passes crowded rail-trains, regular and extra, taking the flying and affrighted populations. He arrives in a city over which a great horror is brooding. He goes from couch to couch, feeling the pulse and studying symptoms and prescribing • day after day, night after night, until a fellow- physician says: "Doctor, you had better go home and rest; you look miserable." But he can not rest while so many are suffering. On and on, until some morning finds him in a delirium, in which he talks of home, and then rises and says he must go and look after those patients. He Is told to lie down; but he fights his attendants, im- til he fa,lls back, and is weaker ! and weaker, and dies for people with whom he had no kinship, and far away from 1 his own family, and is hastily put away in a stranger's tomb, and only the fifth part of a newspaper line tells us of his sacrifice—his name just mentioned among five. Yet he has touched the furthest height of sublimity in that three weeks of humanitarian service. He goes straight as an arrow to the bosom of Him who said: "I was sick ai\d ye visited me." Life for life. Blood for blood. Substitution! In the legal profession I see the same principle of self-sacrifice. In 1846, William Freeman, a pauperized and idiotic negro, was at Auburn, N. Y., on trial for,murder. He bad slain the entire Van Nest family. The foaming wrath of the community could be kept oil' him only by armed constables. Who would volunteer to be his counsel? No attorney wanted to sacrifice his popularity by such an ungrateful task. All were silent save one, a young lawyer with feeble voice, thfit could hardly be heard outside the bar, pale and thin and awkward. It was William H. Seward, who saw that the prisoner was idiotic and irresponsible, and ought to be put in an asylum, rather than put to death, the heroic counsel uttering these beautiful words: "I speak now in the hearing of a people who have prejudiced prisoner and condemned me for pleading in his behalf. He is a convict, a pauper, a negro, without intellect, sense, or emotion. My child with an effectionate smile disarms my care-worn face of its frown whenever I cross my threshold. The beggar in the street obliges me to give because he says, 'God bless you!' as I pass. My dog caresses me with fondness if I will but smile on him. My horse recognizes me when I fill his manger, What reward, -what gratitude, what sympathy and affection can I expect here? There the prisoner sits. Look at him. Look at the assemblage around you. Listen to their ill-suppressed censures and excited fears, and tell me where among my neighbors or my fellow men, where, even in his heart, I can expect to find a sentiment, a thought, not to say of reward or of acknowledgment, or even of recognition, Gentlemen, you may think of this evidence what you please, bring in what verdict you can, but I asseverate before heaven ami you that, to the best of my knowledge and belief, the prisoner at the bar does not at this moment know why it Is that my shadow falls on you instead of his own." The gallows got its victim, but the post-mortem examination of the poor creature showed to all the surgeons and to all tbe world that the public were wrong, and William H, Seward was righ,t, and that hard, stppy step o? obloquy }n the Auburn (?ourt room was the first step of the stairs ofafame up which he weiit to the tQP, or tq within one step pf the top, tbat last denied him through tbe treachery pf American politics,. Nothing, subllnier was fver seen, in an American the battle M& ot Waterloo/ f iftg out with the morning Wain Brussels, Belgium, ** arrived 1ft i . an hour on that ftttnoiis sptjt,: -A 18ft A ot one who was in this battle, aftd »fcf;% had heaM from his father a tttoti*itttt'>I;' timea the whole scene recite^ fc8e~#8i» 1 panled us ovef thfi field. Th^ft St&M, the old Hougomont dnatean, the W&lif ^ dented, and scratched, and hroktS] «M'';>. shattered by grape shot and-«!afirfett''' • ball. ' There is the well in which tftlw \\ hundred dying and dead were pitched. There is the chapel with the head ot •"' the Infant Christ shot oft. Thfir! at* /"' the .gates at which, for many hdtirs", • English and Frertett armies wrestled, Yonder were the one hundred and six- , ty gtms of the English/ and the twfl hundred and fifty gtins" of the French. Yonder waa the ravine of Ohain, where the French cavalry, not knowing , there was a hollow in the ground, rolled over and down, troop after tro'dfl, tumbling into one awful mass ot sut* , fering, hoof of kicking horses against brow and breast of captains and colon*- els and private soldiers, the human and the .beastly groan kept up until, the . day after, all was shoveled under because of the 'toalodor arising in that hot month of June. "There," said our guide, "the Highland regiments lay down on their facea waiting for the moment to spring upon the foe. In that orchard twenty-five hundred men were cut to pieces. Here stood Wellington with white lips, and up that knoll rode Marshal Ney on . his sixth horse, five having been shot under him. Here the ranks of the French broke, and Marshal Ney, with his boot slashed of a sword, and his hat . oft, and his face covered with powder and blood, tried to rally his troops as he cried, 'Come and see how a marshal , of France dies on the battle field/ From yonder direction Grouchy was expected for the French reinforcements, but he came not. Around thesa woods Blucher was looked for to reinforce the English, and just in time'he came up. Yonder Is the field where Napoleon stood, his arms through the reins of the horse's bridle, dazed and insane, trying to go back." Scene ot a battle that went on from twenty-five, minutes to twelve o'clock, on the 18th of June, until 4 o'clock, when the English seemed defeated, and their commander cried; out, "Boys, you can't think of giving way? Remember old England!" and the tides turned, and at 8 o'clock in the evening the man oS destiny, who was called by his troops Old Two Hundred Thousand, turned away with broken heart{ and the fate of centuries was decided. No wonder a great mound has been reared there, hundreds of feet high—a mound at the expense of millions' ot dollars and'many years In rising, and on the top is the great Belgian lion of bronze, and a grand old lion It is. But our great Waterloo was in Palestine. There came a day when all hell rode up, led by Apollyon, and the Captain of our salvation confronted them alone. The Rider on the white horse of the Apocalypse going out against the Black horse cavalry of death, and the battalions of the demoniac, and the myrmidons of darkness. From 12 o'clock at noon to 3 o'clock in the afternoon the greatest battle of the universe went on. Eternal destinies were being decided. All the arrows of hell pierced our Chieftain, and battle axes struck him, until brow and cheek and shoulder and hand and foot were incarnadined with oozing life; but he fought on until he gave a final stroke with sword from Jehovah's buckler, and the commander-iu-chief of hell and all his forces fell back in everlasting ruin, and the victory is ours. And on the; mound that celebrates tbe triumph we plant this day two figures, not In bronze, or iron, or sculptured marble, but two figures of living light, the lion of Judah's tribe and the Lamb that wa? slain. ROCK OF GIBRALTAR. Part It Might l'l»y Ju a W»r with Spain. Gibraltar, the key of the Mediteiv ranean, was incorporated with the Spanish crown in 1502, but in 1704 fell into the bauds of England, who has held it ever since. While it is not a Spanish fortification, it occupies the best strategic point on the southern coast of Spain, By its position Gibraltar must be figured upon either as a strong ally or a dangerous enemy jn any attack upon the Spanish seaboard, says the Boston Herald. Tbe rock, which is 1,400 feet high, and about s}x miles in circumference, is honey-cpmb^ with batteries. Strong forts have been built at the water port or north end of the line wall, at Ragged Staff and at Rosia. These are armed with eighteen-ton guns in sliiKled embrasures. The prince-of Wales, in 1876, laid the corner-stone of the Alexandria buttery, which carried recently a thirty- eight ton gun. FjVe years ago thirty heavy guns, including two 100-tou guns, were in position at various points, but since that time the summit of the ropk has been thoroughly equipped with modern gups of sufficient power to command the whole circuit of laud, and sea around Gibraltar. The upper • part Pf tbe rock cannot be visited by civilians, and only by British officers ' under strict regulations. TJie harbor is indifferently good, but contains a dock yard fully equipped fpr the 'repairing pf jnen.TQf.-war. The rook, 'is said to be garrisoned with 500 safdiers. On the opposite Afrjc&n sh^re Spain, Ceuts, which, with " B.nglajxd'8. ' might be ;pa4e to ojo^e, the to, tfcs ~M;e4UerrajM}a,n $nd . Oeuta is chiefly is

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