A new history of the United StatesThe greater republic, embracing the growth and achievements of our country from the earliest days of discovery and settlement to the present eventful year .. . 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
A new history of the United StatesThe greater republic, embracing the growth and achievements of our country from the earliest days of discovery and settlement to the present eventful year .. . 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 Jackics appeared ondeck rigged in their cleanest clothes for their regular Sunday inspection. Onboard the Texas the devout Captain Philip had sounded tlie trumpet-call to re-ligious services. In an instant a line of smoke was seen coming out of theharbor by the watch on the Moa, and from that vessels yard a signal was riuiup—The enemy is escaping to the westward. Sinniltaneously, from herbridge a six-pounder boomed on the still air to draw the attention of the other. REAR-ADMIHAL WINPIELB SCOTT SCHLEY. 566 THE SPANISH-AMERICAN WAR. sliijjs to her fluttering signal. On every vessel white masses were seen scram-bling forward. Jackies and firemen tumbled over one another rushing to theirstations. Ofiiceis jumjied into the turrets through manholes, dressed in theirbest uniforms, and caj)tains 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 Morro came Admiral Cer
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