The Cornhill Magazine, February, 1860 (Vol. I, No. 2)Various
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The Cornhill Magazine, February, 1860 (Vol. I, No. 2)
Various
England -- Periodicals; English literature -- Periodicals; Short stories, English -- Periodicals
Midway between a rock lighthouse and a shore station, both as to
structure and as to the experiences of life in it, is that mongrel
breed amongst edifices, the Pile Lighthouse. There are many sands at
the mouths of tidal rivers where the water is not deep enough, nor are
the channels sufficiently wide to make a light-vessel suitable, and
which yet need marking, and marking, too, at a spot where not only
the ordinary foundations of masonry, but even the pile foundations
used for many purposes, would be at fault. Here it is that two very
ingenious plans have been of service. The one is to fit the lower
extremity of piles with broad-flanged screws, something like the screw
of a steam-vessel, and then setting them upright in the sand, screw
them down with capstans worked from the decks of dumb lighters. These
bottom piles once secured, the spider legs are bolted on to them, and
the spider bodies on the top; a ladder draws up, and a boat swings
ready to be lowered. The other mode of meeting the difficulty of mud or
loose silt and sand, is by hollow cylinders, which, placed upright on
the sand, have the air exhausted from the inside of them, and on the
principle that nature abhors a vacuum (at all events in cylinders),
the weight of the atmosphere on the sand outside forces it up into the
exhausted receiver, and the pile sinks at a rate which, until one gets
accustomed to it, is rather surprising. Here, as in the screw pile, the
foundation once established, the superstructure, whether of straight
shafts or spider legs, is only a matter of detail.
These, then, be the variations of lighthouse structure: rock
lighthouses, solitary giants rising from the ocean deeps; pile
lighthouses, stuck about the shallow estuaries on long red legs, like
so many flamingoes fishing; safer, but with less of dignity and more
of ague;--and lastly, the real _bonâ fide_ shore lighthouse, with its
broad sweep of down, its neat cottages, and trim inclosures. If my
Lord Grenville had had any thought of occupying the residence that he
calculated to eliminate from the king’s good-humour, we take it there
is very little doubt on which class in the foregoing category he would
have fixed his choice.
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