Isles of the sea; or, Young America homeward bound : $b A story of travel and adventure — John Shaqi
Isles of the sea; or, Young America homeward bound : $b A story of travel and adventureOptic, Oliver
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Isles of the sea; or, Young America homeward bound : $b A story of travel and adventure
Optic, Oliver
Seafaring life -- Juvenile fiction
“I suppose you don’t object,” said Mr. Fluxion, with a rather sarcastic
smile; for he was not much inclined to consult the wishes of the young
gentlemen when he detailed them for duty outside of their own craft.
“You will have more officers, and a larger crew for the steamer.”
“Upon me sowl, I do object!” exclaimed O’Hara, with no little
excitement in his manner, after he had looked at the list of officers.
“Well, what’s the matter now?” demanded the senior vice-principal, with
something like a frown on his bronzed face.
“I like the ship’s company we have now a great dale better,” replied
O’Hara decidedly.
“It would be quite as respectful if you should pronounce the English
language properly when you address your superior officers,” added Mr.
Fluxion, who was by far the severest disciplinarian in the squadron.
“I beg your pardon, sir,” said O’Hara, touching his cap, and taking it
off while he bowed low to the senior officer present. “I did not intend
to be disrespectful.”
“Very well, Mr. O’Hara: you have shown that you can speak English as
well as French, Italian, and Irish,” replied Mr. Fluxion, his face
relaxing into a smile again. “What objection have you to the list in
your hand?”
“I like the present detail better, sir.”
“That is no answer to my question. What objection have you?”
“The first is, that this reduces Mr. Speers to the rank of second
officer, when he has done all the hard work of putting the steamer into
sailing-trim as first.”
“If an officer from the Tritonia has the command, the Josephine should
have the second place on board,” added Mr. Fluxion.
“I think that is quite fair,” interposed Mr. Pelham.
“I think so myself, if the Josephine is to take part in getting the
vessel into port,” continued O’Hara, who could not help recognizing
the fairness of the senior’s decision. “But my second objection is to
mixing the two crews at all.”
“I see no objection to that,” said Mr. Fluxion.
“I’m afraid they won’t agree together,” suggested O’Hara, shaking his
head.
“If there is any danger of a disagreement of this kind, it is time
the two crews were mingled, so that they may learn a new lesson in
discipline.”
“There has always been a good deal of rivalry and some hard feeling
among the different vessels of the squadron, sir,” continued O’Hara;
and it is probable that the boy knew more about this matter than the
man, and the junior vice-principal, who had been a student in the
institution, understood it better than the senior.
“I can conceive of no disagreement among officers and seamen while on
duty. You are to be in command of the steamer, Mr. O’Hara; and if any
one from the Josephine refuses to obey your orders, or makes trouble
on board, you will promptly report it to me; and, if the offender is
an officer, he shall take the lowest number in the ship,” replied the
stern disciplinarian, with the feeling, that, if there were any such
insubordination in the vessel, he would like to get hold of it.
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