From the cookery it was only a step to the gunnery—a step longer mentally than physically. The turret of the U. 8. S. Pittsburgh holds two eight-inch guns. Shells weighing] from 262 to 282 Ibs, ang powder to feed these guns come up into the dungeon-like hold from hidden! magazine stores far below. Mar power and mechanics are combined in this process when the moment] arrives that these formidable guns fare required. Men hoist the powder! up through the small trap door, fact which one likes to li in a mechanical age as we were sured this is the quicker process. The turret is probably the best place to be during such times as the ship spits her deadly fire. There ix no need for the two dozen men or so in the compartments of the turret to stuff cotton-wool in their ears as, despite being so near to the guns the repercussion is less marked here than elsewhere in the ship.
From the turret one On the tour in question, the Pitesburgh's band was practising in late morning harmony. Quite unlike the sounds of most morning serenadces, this band invested the ship with] the same kind of glamour which issued from the bakegalleys.
Everywhere at that hour one Seemed to -be tripping' over' moh mast is a point of difference between the Pittsburgh and British cruisers which show the tripod mast. On the signalling tower one tees the usual fascinating array of instruments for navigation, and none more faseinating that the gyro—that clever little compass Which shows such marked
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