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
“Some of these boys, as you call them, judge, are older than I was
when I had the command of a full-rigged ship for a time. No, I do not
send them off on such expeditions when I can avoid it. I have told you
that our friend Mr. Frisbone was on board of the steamer; and my young
gentlemen had the alternative of leaving him and his ladies on board,
or taking possession of her. I think they acted wisely, though I cannot
explain the conduct of the present commander of the Ville d’Angers in
towing this wreck to England.”
“In my judgment he had a good reason for doing so,” added Mr. Fluxion.
“O’Hara is twenty years old; Gregory, his first officer, is nineteen;
Speers is the second officer, and he is nearly twenty-one. The other
two officers are about the same age. There isn’t a fellow among them
that is not fit to take that steamer to any port in the world; and no
officers, even in the navy, have been so thoroughly trained in the
discharge of their duties.”
Mr. Fluxion got just a little excited in the defence of the policy of
the principal. He had been an instructor in the institution since it
was organized, and he knew the nature of the training the students had
received; and any one who was fit to be an officer had been obliged to
work his way up to the position.
“You think the steamer was bound to Southampton, do you, Capt.
Goodwin?” asked Mr. Pelham.
“I have not the least idea for what port she was bound; but she was
going east of north when I saw her last, so that she could not have
been bound for Liverpool, or any port up the west coast,” replied Capt.
Goodwin. “I should judge that she would be most likely to go into
Southampton; for she would find the least difficulty in the navigation
in making that her destination.”
“Then she probably got into Southampton four days ago,” added Mr.
Pelham. “Very likely she put about immediately, and sailed for Funchal.
She may be here by to-morrow or next day.”
“Unless the agents or the owners happen to see her, and put in a claim
upon her,” suggested Mr. Fluxion: “her case has to be settled in the
courts yet.”
“Southampton will be a good place for the business,” said the
principal; “but that will leave her ship’s company in England without a
vessel.”
“Leave that to O’Hara; and Tom Speers has money enough to pay the
passage of all his shipmates to Madeira in the next steamer,” said the
judge, laughing. “But Frisbone is with them; and I am sure he will see
them through all right. It is hardly worth while to worry about them.
I desire to see young Speers very much indeed; and, if he prefers to
retain his place in the Tritonia as first master, I shall make no
objection. If I thought I should find him at Southampton, I would
return there at once. Can you advise me what to do, Mr. Lowington?”
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