. The library of American history, literature and biography .. . Schley andSampson had lain, like watch-dogsbefore the gate, without for one mo-ment relaxing their vigilance. Thequiet of Sunday morning brooded overthe scene. Even the winds seemedresting from their labors and the sealay smooth as glass. For two daysbefore, July 1st and 2d, the fleetshad bombarded the forts of Santiagofor the fourth time, and all the ships, except the Oregon, had steam down solow as to allow them a speed of only five knots an hour. At half-past nineoclock the bugler sounded the call to quarters, and the Jackies
. The library of American history, literature and biography .. . Schley andSampson had lain, like watch-dogsbefore the gate, without for one mo-ment relaxing their vigilance. Thequiet of Sunday morning brooded overthe scene. Even the winds seemedresting from their labors and the sealay smooth as glass. For two daysbefore, July 1st and 2d, the fleetshad bombarded the forts of Santiagofor the fourth time, and all the ships, except the Oregon, had steam down solow as to allow them a speed of only five knots an hour. At half-past nineoclock the bugler sounded the call to quarters, and the Jackies aj^peared ondeck rigged in their cleanest clothes for their regular Sunday inspection. Onboard the Texas the devout Captain Philip had sounded the trumpet-call to re-lisious services. In an instant a line of smoke was seen coming out of theharbor by the watch on the Iowa, and from that vessels yard a signal was runup—The enemy is escaping to the westward. Simultaneously, from herbridge a six-pounder boomed on the still air to draw the attention of the other. EEAH-ADMIRAL WINFIELD SCOTT SCHLEY. THE SPANISH-AMERICAN WAR. 255 ships to her fluttering signal. On every vessel white masses were seen scram-blingr forward. Jackies and firemen tumbled over one another rushing to theirstations. Ofiiceis jumped into the turrets through manholes, dressed in theirbest uniforms, and captains rushed to their conning towers. There was no timeto waste—scarcely enough to get the battle-hatches screwed on tight. Jingle,jingle, went the signal-bells in the engine-rooms, and Steam! Steam! the cap-tains cried through the tubes. Far below decks, in 125 to 150 degrees of heat,naked men shoveled in the black coal and forced drafts were put on. One minute after the Iowa fired her signal-gun she was moving toward theharbor. From under the Castle of jNIorro came Admiral Cerveras flagship, theInfanta Maria Teresa, followed by her sister armored cruisers, AhniranteOquendo and Vizcaya—so much alike that
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