I. Poor Uncle Bob II. The Wreck on the Gorton Sands III. "I see it all," He said; "I see it all" IV. Uncle Bob tells Tom's story V. A Mountain Wave comes swelling o'er the Sands VI. Summer Morning on a Norfolk Broad VII. The Launch of the "Queen of the Broads" VIII. "Stay at Home, my Lad, and plant Cabbages" IX. Horatio Nelson's Earlier Days X. "I will be a Hero, and trusting to Providence brave every Danger" XI. "There's a Storm brewing, and you'll be in it, Tom" XII. "Dan will ne'er be Dan again," they said Book II _WILD WAR'S BLAST._ I. Tom's Baptism of Blood II. How Tom Bure joined the Service III. In the Gunroom Mess--The Great War Game IV. Were there really Tears in Nelson's Eyes? V. The glorious old "Agamemnon" VI. A Duel to the Death VII. The Battle of St. Vincent VIII. Life in Nelson's Ship IX. Bombarding Cadiz--A madcap Expedition X. A Dark Night's Work XI. A Happy Home-coming Book III. _IN HONOUR'S CAUSE._ I. A Gipsy's Warning II. The Fight on Blackmuir Marsh III. "Volunteers" for the Navy--The Burning of the "Highflyer" IV. The Search for the French Fleet--At Last V. The Battle of the Nile--Horrors of the Cockpit--Nelson Wounded VI. The Burning of the "Orient"--A Heart of Oak VII. Face to Face with the Danish Ships VIII. A "Glorious Day's Renown" IX. Nelson's Last Days and Hours X. "Jack, I Feel there is Something Wanting in my Life" HEARTS OF OAK Book I. CHAPTER I. POOR UNCLE BOB! "Happy Britain! matchless isle, Whose natives, like the sturdy oak, Secure in inborn force, may smile And mock the tempest's heaviest stroke. "If roused in war, shall dreadful move Britannia's vengeance on her foes; to prove, Where'er again her banners are unfurled, The dread and envy of the wond'ring world."--DIBDIN. "I wonder what makes Tom so late?" said Uncle Bob to himself, as he opened his eyes and looked around him. "Why," he added, "it is precious nearly three bells in the second dog-watch, as sure as I'm a living sailor. Living! Well, there isn't a deal of life about me, for the matter of that; but I'm right about the time. The shadow of yonder poplar tree just touches my toes at four bells, and it doesn't want a yard of doing so now. I must have been dozing a bit, too. It is a drowsy kind of an evening anyhow. But it was that blackbird in the cherry-tree that set me off, and maybe the hum o' the bees round their hives yonder, and the whispering of the wind in the old cedar must have helped a bit. Heigho!" Poor Uncle Bob yawned a little, then listened. "Made sure I heard Tom singing just then," continued the invalid half aloud, "but I dare say it was the sea-gulls. They're coming inland to-night, and I'm no seaman if it doesn't blow big guns before morning."