I believe this unnatural heat to be the cause of much ill health among
our law-makers, and I freely admit that the unhealthy surroundings of
Washington and the great contrast between the hot air of the capitol and
the cold air outside have done a great deal towards keeping me out of
the senate. The night air of Washington is also filled with malaria and
is much worse than any night air I have ever used before.
HE SEES THE NAVY
|IT HAS become such a general practice to speak disrespectfully of the
United States Navy that a few days ago I decided to visit the Brooklyn
Navy Yard for the purpose of ascertaining, if possible, how much cause
there might be for this light and airy manner of treating the navy, and,
if necessary, to take immediate steps towards purifying the system.
I found that the matter had been grossly misrepresented, and that our
navy, so far as I was able to discover, is self-sustaining. It has been
thoroughly refitted and refurnished throughout, and is as pleasant a
navy as one would see in a day's journey.
I had the pleasure of boarding the man-of-war Richmond under a flag of
truce and the Atlantic under a suspension of the rules. I remained some
time on board each of these war ships, and any man who speaks lightly of
the United States Navy in my presence hereafter will receive a stinging
rebuke.
The Brooklyn Navy Yard was inaugurated by the purchase of forty acres
of ground in 1801. It has a pleasant water-front, which is at all times
dotted here and there with new war vessels undergoing repairs. Since the
original purchase others have been made and the land side of the yard
inclosed by means of a large brick wall, so that in case there should be
a local disturbance in Brooklyn the rioters could not break through and
bite the navy. In this way a man on board the Atlanta while at anchor in
Brooklyn is just as safe as he would be at home.
In order to enter and explore the Navy Yard it is necessary that
one should have a pass. This is a safeguard, wisely adopted by the
Commandant, in order to keep out strangers who might get in under the
pretext of wishing to view the yard and afterwards attack one of the new
vessels.
On the day I visited the Navy Yard just ahead of me a plain but
dignified person in citizen's dress passed through the gate. He had the
bearing of an officer, I thought, and kept his eye on some object about
nine and one-fourth miles ahead as he walked past the guard. He was told
to halt, but, of course, he did not do so.
He was above it. Then the guard overhauled him, and even felt in his
pockets for his pass, as I supposed. Concealed on his person the guard
found four pint bottles filled with the essence of crime. They poured
the poor man's rum on the grass and then fired him out, accompanied by a
rebuke which will make him more deliberate about sitting down for a week
or two.
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