Kobo: A Story of the Russo-Japanese WarStrang, Herbert
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Kobo: A Story of the Russo-Japanese War
Strang, Herbert
Russo-Japanese War, 1904-1905 -- Juvenile fiction
While this was going on, Bob was too much occupied to notice the signs
of increasing activity in the harbour. The _Mikasa_ was surrounded by
the other vessels of the fleet—battle-ships and cruisers; torpedo-boats
and torpedo-boat destroyers formed an outer circle of wide extent. In
the inner harbour no fewer than seventy transports were lying at anchor,
and since early morning many of these had been filling up with cheerful
crowds of Japanese soldiers and immense bales of stores, carried on
heavy-laden sampans and lighters from the quays. While Bob was walking
round the vessel with Yamaguchi, he suddenly noticed the
wireless-telegraphic operator make his way quietly to the bridge where
Admiral Togo stood talking with the captain. The man saluted, and
handed the admiral a paper. The latter moved a little aside to read it,
then spoke a few rapid words to the captain. A few minutes afterwards a
number of flags were flying from the masthead, answering signals were
run up on the other vessels, and a general movement was visible
throughout the fleet. On the _Mikasa_ all was activity. Bob noted with
admiration the precision with which every man on board, without hurry or
bustle, went about his allotted duty. The captain on the armoured
conning-tower, with bells, speaking-tubes, and telephones all round him,
issued orders which were carried out as instantaneously as though he
were touching the responsive keys of an instrument. On all the other
vessels similar activity prevailed. The fleet was preparing to sail.
Moving with the ease of living beings in their native element, the
several vessels fell gradually into their settled place in the line, and
then, the _Mikasa_ leading, steamed slowly out towards the open sea.
It was a moment never to be forgotten. Bob did not know whither the
fleet was bound, nor on what enterprise, but he was certain that its
departure was the first step in a carefully-arranged scheme, and his
heart throbbed with the excitement of knowing that, happen what might,
he was to be there, a spectator of, if not a participant in, events that
might change the destiny of the world.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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