Sailors -- Juvenile fiction; Seafaring life -- Juvenile fiction
It was war time. One morning a strange sail was seen bearing down on
them, but whether friend or foe no one could tell. To escape by flight
was impossible, so the ship was prepared for action. Jack, like the
rest, stripped himself to the waist, and went to his gun with alacrity.
The old hands said they should have a tough job to beat off the enemy,
but they would do their best. An enemy's frigate the stranger proved to
be, but so well were the old Indiaman's guns fought, that she beat off
the frigate with the loss of her foremast. It was an achievement of
which all on board might justly have been proud, though several similar
acts of gallantry were performed during the war. Jack's coolness had
been remarked, and he was called aft, and thanked by Captain Hudson on
the quarter deck for the way in which he had stood to his gun.
CHAPTER SIX.
India was reached at last, the nabobs and the Griffins and the young
ladies were safely landed, and the ship, as before, proceeded to China.
There she took in a cargo of tea, and the time of year being suitable
the captain resolved to return home by Cape Horn. The Pacific was true
to its character, and the Indiaman had a smooth run across it. Cape
Horn was almost doubled. It was a fine night. The passengers tripped
it gaily on the quarter deck to the sound of music, the crew amused
themselves by singing forward. No one thought of danger. The moon's
bright beams played on the surface of the dark mysterious deep. So
passed the evening away. The passengers retired to rest; the first
watch was set; silence reigned over the ship. Before the watch was out
dark clouds collected in the horizon and came rolling up overhead.
Every instant they grew thicker and thicker, the wind whistled louder
and louder, the sea rose higher and higher. A heavy gale was blowing;
such a sea Jack had never before witnessed. Suddenly a cry arose from
below, a cry the dread import of which a sailor too well knows--"Fire!
Fire! Fire!" The crew in a moment sprung on deck. The passengers,
pale with terror, rushed from their cabins.
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