A United States Midshipman in JapanStirling, Yates
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A United States Midshipman in Japan
Stirling, Yates
Japan -- Juvenile fiction; United States. Navy -- Juvenile fiction
Phil nodded: his eyes were devouring admiringly and with a great deal
of reverence the short well-built naval officer. He marveled at the
youthful appearance of this admiral; Captain Rodgers looked years
older. He turned questioning eyes upon his foreign classmate.
“He is very young for an admiral?” There was mystification in his voice.
Takishima shrugged his shoulders.
“About forty-five,” he answered. “He has been an admiral two years.”
Phil sighed thoughtfully. He was thinking of the difference between
the two navies. Captain Rodgers, he knew, had passed his fifty-fifth
birthday, and was no nearer than three years to his rear admiral’s
commission.
The Kingsleys had left Mr. Impey with his new-found friends, and had
joined Miss Tillotson and the newcomers. As if by mutual consent
Takishima and his party had withdrawn to a small table farthest from
the refreshment booth where Sydney had enthusiastically pounced upon
the Japanese lieutenant, and the two were demonstrative over this
unlooked-for meeting.
“Less than two years ago, Taki, you were only a midshipman, and now you
have two gold stripes on your sleeve!” Sydney exclaimed in wonder.
“That’s promotion for you!”
“It is a high compliment to your academy at Annapolis,” Takishima
replied, smiling blandly. “You and Perry would now be lieutenants if
you were in our navy.”
“Oh, that would be impossible,” Phil laughed gayly. “Imagine our giving
orders to your sailors.”
“Do you remember how you tacked ship in the ‘Severn’ on the practice
cruise?” Sydney asked reminiscently, his happy face all smiles at the
recollection. “You were so rattled you had forgotten your English, but
you sang out your orders in Japanese at the right time and she went
about beautifully. You knew the time, but didn’t remember the words,
eh, Taki?”
Takishima was not the slightest bit hurt at this playful jibe. His
answer showed that only too plainly.
“Do you remember Lieutenant-Commander Hesler?” he exclaimed happily.
“Well, I tried to imitate the sound of his orders and I don’t know what
I said. I think most of it was Japanese, but I was not so frightened
that I forgot when the orders should be given.”
“Did you see anything of the war?” Phil asked the question suddenly.
“I was in the big battle with Admiral Kamikura; on his staff,”
Takishima answered proudly.
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