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off the capstan several times, and the anchor would
drop several feet, and each surge would shake the
whole bow of the vessel; well it might, for at the end
of this chain was an eight ton anchor, the largest
working anchor that has ever been let go in the
waters of the noble Hudson.  At four o�clock and
forty-five minutes, both the screw and
paddles were set to work, and the ship was off on her
first American excursion.  The cat-block is hooked
on to this huge piece of iron, and again the auxiliary
engine is at work hoisting the anchor up to the cat-
head.  When this operation is nearly completed,
away goes the neck of the hook, and down goes the
anchor of the length of the slack chain, which is some
seven fathoms, with a shock which shakes the bow of
the ship like the trembling of a falling wall.  In a
few minutes this accident is obviated by another
block, and the anchor is put into its place.
  Just after passing Bedloe�s island, the whistles of
our steam tenders started a screeching opera, shrill
whistles, and, in fact, everything that could whistle
set up a concerted whistling, such as never greeted
the ear of mortal man before; for at least five
minutes this awful concert was continued, to which
must be added, by the imaginary ears of our readers,
the ringing of the scores of different toned bells, and 
the enthusiastic cheerings of at least one hundred
thousand people.  It was thought that the arrival
of the ship was the scene of an extraordinary out-
burst of feeling, but this far exceeded the furore of
that day.  Every one second inspired to add their
utmost lung power to the great vocal demonstration,
and in which they formed at least an important
part.  Several of the boats had bands of
music on board, and �God Save the Queen�
�Hail Columbia� and �Yankee Doodle� were the
popular pieces of the day.  On passing the light-
house on Robbin�s reef, the keeper joined in the sur-
rounding enthusiasm, and rang his fog bell with
a spirit which plainly bespoke the interest he felt
in the spectacle spread out before him.  One of the
Hamburg steamers coming up the bay fired her
guns, and saluted us with her colors.  All along
our course boats of every size, from the little
Whitehall boat to the thousand ton ship, in various
ways paid their respects to us.
	        STATEN ISLAND SHORE.
  The shores of Staten Island were thronged with
spectators, who seemed inspired with the same spirit
as those whom we had left behind; ever and anon
the accompanying steamers would blow their whis-
tles, and the remainder would join in the chorus,
but, as they were obliged to keep for use their steam
in order to keep up with us, this whistling occurred
only at intervals.  The Narrows are passed, and New
York is lost in the dim haze which settled down
over it, and now Staten Island is fast fading into the 
distance.  A large crowd hangs over the me-

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tropolis, and the sun is sinking in the western hor-
izon.
	            THE LOWER BAY.
  We near the bar; the lower bay is as smooth as a
lake on a summer�s evening, while, far out upon the
tranquil bosom of the blue Atlantic, is seen the
whitened sails of a fleet of vessels�some anxiously
awaiting a breeze of wind to fill their
sails and speed them on to their destined
port, and, on the other hand, some are wait-
ing for the breeze that shall waft them away
to foreign lands.  As we near the bar the engines 
are slowed down, and a kind of quietude reigns upon
the upper deck.  Now comes the rub, if there is to
be any; but with our tried and trusty pilot, Mr.
Murphy, we cross it at twelve minutes past seven
o�clock, and are upon the broad Atlantic.  The en-
gines are put in motion at full speed, and the last
little boat which has followed us down turns her
head homeward, and in passing gives us a parting
cheer, and our prow is turned southward.  The sun
is now gone to rest, and the sky is spread with a
cloudy mantle, here and there bedecked with a few
dimly twinkling stars; the moon seems half afraid to
venture out from her hiding place.  A gentle, dull
swell is on the bosom of the great deep, and we are
paying tribute to its influence.  As we turn to look
towards the land,
	�The land is no longer in view,
	  The clouds have begun to frown,
	But with a stout vessel and crew,
	  We will say let the storms come down.�
  Passing along the deck, here and there are seated
little groups who are indulging in a merry chit-chat;
and farther along is a party singing �We are a band
of brothers;� and all along the bulwarks, from stem
to stern, are perched gentlemen who are enjoying 
the fine sea breeze�mingled, perhaps, with the fumes
of tobacco.
  Overcoats and shawls are in great demand, as the air
is somewhat fresh and chilly.  Our paddle box 
and masthead lights are lit, and the officers are at
their posts and we feel safe, and will now take a
fresh peep into the dining saloons.
		 THE FOOD FIGHT.
  As we descend into the first of the three we find it
filled with tables, the cloths of which give unmis-
takable evidences of the devastation which has been
going on for some time.  Nearly every seat is occupied
by a hungry company, nearly every one of whom is
lustily calling out �waiter,� �waiter,� at the top of
his voice; a dozen or more sable individuals are
hurrying to and fro, in vain endeavoring to satisfy
them.  If an officer heaves in sight, half-a-hundred
unburden their griefs to him, as he has nothing to
do with the victualing department, he passes on, and
receives for his silence at least the surly looks of his
tormentors; when the lungs have become exhausted
by repeated calls for food, a tumbler tintinnabulated
by a spoon, is the next method used to attract notice,
but as the tumbler-solo soon becomes a chorus, of
course, the effect individually, is lost, and the
originator gives up in despair; the scenes in the
other two rooms are similar to this.  A large num-
ber having brought well filled pic-nic baskets, were
soon hunting them up, and contented themselves
with their own eatables.
  The attempts to procure estables at the saloon
tables lasted until about 11 o�clock, when the people               
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