A trip to the Orient; the story of a Mediterranean cruise (1907) (14782757114)

Identifier: triptoorientstor00jacorich (find matches)
Title: A trip to the Orient; the story of a Mediterranean cruise
Year: 1907 (1900s)
Authors: Jacob, Robert Urie
Subjects: Middle East -- Description and travel
Publisher: Philadelphia, The J. C. Winston co
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN



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ia gave opportuni-ties to see much of the life of the city that might havebeen missed had the assignnrient been to the hotel inthe suburbs. When we awoke the next morning the Moltke waslying quietly at anchor. We hastily dressed andascended to che deck. Any one who has seen pictures of the huge rock thatguards the entrance to the Mediterranean will recognizeGibraltar at sight if he approaches the rock from theright point of view. The illustrations, however, repre-sent a somber mountain. The picture we saw showedwhite houses, red roofs, green trees, patches of lawn,groups of shrubbery, and plots of flowers, all contrastingwith gray rocks; these with blue sky overhead, andwhite sails in the foreground gave life and color to thescene. As we gazed for some time from the vessels deck atthe strong fortress which has been held securely in thegrasp of Great Britain for two hundred years, wethought of the many unsuccessful attempts that havebeen made during those two centuries to wrest it from
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THE ROCK HAD A PEACEFUL LOOK.(29) so A TRIP TO THE ORIENT British control; most noted of all, the long siege by theFrench and Spanish forces that continued for four yearswhen Napoleon was supreme in France. What mighthave been the result, if Englands grasp on the rockhad been broken by Napoleon; or what the outcome,if Napoleons fleet had been victorious in the conflicton the near-by Trafalgar Bay! The rock had a peaceful look, but we knew that thecactus plants, which grew rank on the slope of themountain, concealed powerful batteries, and that on thesummit of the rock were mounted cannons of the largestcalibre, which, if required, could.hurl projectiles to thefar side of the strait, a distance of twelve miles. On one of the highest points of the rock stands theSignal Tower. To this tower the officers of the Moltkehad signaled the news of our arrival when the steamerentered the harbor, and before we had stirred from ourberths, that information had been flashed over the cableto London a