Brave Old Salt; or, Life on the Quarter Deck: A Story of the Great RebellionOptic, Oliver
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Brave Old Salt; or, Life on the Quarter Deck: A Story of the Great Rebellion
Optic, Oliver
United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Juvenile fiction
"It's a good plan to have everything in its place," added Pillgrim, as
he took up the little Testament which lay on the bureau. "You are a good
boy, I see, and read the book."
"That was given me by my mother, and I value it very highly."
"Then I shouldn't think you would want to wear it out."
"She gave it to me to use, and I am afraid, if she saw it was not soiled
by handling, she would think it had not been well used."
"I am glad you use it. I don't fail to read mine morning and evening."
Somers could not believe him, and he could not see that a traitor to his
country should have any use for the New Testament.
"By the way, Somers, did you see your friend Wynkoop again before we
sailed?" added Mr. Pillgrim.
"I did not; I have not seen him since we dined together. I judge that
you were better acquainted with him than I was."
"My acquaintance with him was very slight. By the papers I saw on the
table before you, when you were at dinner, I think you made good use of
the short time you knew each other."
"To what do you allude?" asked Somers, now assured that Mr. Pillgrim
knew the nature of the papers.
"To your commission as a commander in the Confederate navy. Mr. Somers,
I could not believe my eyes."
"Were you very much astonished?"
"If I had been told that President Lincoln had gone over to the rebels,
I should not have been more astonished. Your conduct has severely
embarrassed me. It was my duty to denounce you as a traitor, in the
service of the enemy, but--"
At that instant the rattle of the drum, beating to quarters, caused both
of them to hurry on deck.
CHAPTER IX.
IN THE STATE-ROOM.
Somers took his station on the quarter deck, near the mizzen-mast, while
Mr. Pillgrim went forward to the forecastle. The guns were cast loose,
and the crew exercised at quarters for a few moments, just as though
there were an enemy's ship near. This manoeuvre was executed for the
purpose of perfecting the officers and crew in discipline; and it is not
an uncommon thing to turn up all hands in the dead of the night for this
object, for it is easier to correct mistakes at such times than when in
the presence of the enemy. As there was no Confederate ship in sight,
all hands were presently piped below, and Somers returned to his
state-room, where he was soon joined by Mr. Pillgrim, who evidently
wished to prolong the conversation which had been commenced before the
ship beat to quarters.
"Mr. Somers you and I have been friends for some little time," the
lieutenant began, "and I confess that I have been deeply interested in
you, not only on your own account, but for the sake of our friends at
Newport."
"Thank you, Mr. Pillgrim," said Somers, as the gentleman paused. "I am
greatly obliged to you, and I hope I shall always merit your good
opinion."
"I'm afraid not, my young friend; at least, you have not commenced this
cruise very well, having first sold yourself to the enemy."
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