Barn doors and byways . rge Hill darkly over the waterto the east as far as the government anchorage,and there striking full upon a gray battleshipand her collier. It was ridiculously as if a spot-light in the second balcony of a smoky theatrewere directed upon the star performer on thestage; yet it was all on so vast a scale that youbowed in admiration. The grim iron hulk of thefighter seemed almost self-consciously aware ofthe dramatic effect. There is something a bittheatric about an ironclad always. This one was,for the space of several minutes, the centre ofevery gaze on the ferry-boat. H
Barn doors and byways . rge Hill darkly over the waterto the east as far as the government anchorage,and there striking full upon a gray battleshipand her collier. It was ridiculously as if a spot-light in the second balcony of a smoky theatrewere directed upon the star performer on thestage; yet it was all on so vast a scale that youbowed in admiration. The grim iron hulk of thefighter seemed almost self-consciously aware ofthe dramatic effect. There is something a bittheatric about an ironclad always. This one was,for the space of several minutes, the centre ofevery gaze on the ferry-boat. Here for once, atleast, the implication of sex we have placed uponships seemed amply justified! Just below Fort Wadsworth on Staten Islandis South Beach, and there on a clear day you maylook across the yellow sand and the strip of brightblue water in The Narrows to the green shore ofBrooklyn, while to your right, beyond the twopiles of red brick buildings on the Quarantineislands, the Lower Bay stretches out to open A pigmy tug runs on ahead, like a little dog, and even when her toweringprow and lofty stacks are visible, her stern is lost in the mystery See page ioj THE HARBOR 107 New York is invisible somewhere back to theleft, and this narrow strip of vivid blue is theocean road leading from her gates. As you sitin the warm sand, watching the white yawls skimback and forth or a three-master beat in againstwind and tide, you suddenly see a red prow pushout from behind the rampart of Fort , without smoke or churn, as if she weredrawn along by an invisible wire, the steamerpasses you close by, swings toward the AmbroseChannel, and heads for the open sea. Then an-other comes, and another. Red stacks or yellowor black, German or British or French flags (andonly too infrequently the Stars and Stripes), pro-claim the ships of this transatlantic line or of the smaller vessels are coasters or deep-sea tramps. That great black hulk with four redstacks,
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