"They don't need no foghorns on warships. I jedge it's a shootin'-iron of some kind or other, maybe a gattlin' gun what jest blows the shot out. You see it's pointin' out like at an enemy."
An elderly woman stepped up to the Lieutenant and said: "I'd like mighty well to see some of the Gatling guns."
"Yes, ma'am, you will find them at the foretop."
"How's that?"
"At the turret in the fore-top."
"MAYBE ITS A FOG HORN, OR A GATLING GUN."
"Do you mean up in the little round cupola?"
"Cupola, great heavens," murmured the officer under his breath. Then he called a marine and had him show the woman to the fore-top. It is the experience of a lifetime for a naval officer who has cruised in the Mediterranean and rocked over the high waves of the south Atlantic to be placed in command of a brick battleship, which rests peacefully alongside a little pier and is boarded by hundreds of reckless sight-seers every day. The conning towers are of sheet-iron and some of the formidable guns are simply painted wood. It is said that if anything larger than a six-inch gun should be fired from the deck of the mimic battleship the recoil would upset the masonry and jolt the whole structure into a shapeless mass.