Produced by Nick Hodson of London, England My First Cruise, and other stories, by W.H.G. Kingston. ________________________________________________________________________ There are four stories here, but it is not clear whether they are all by Kingston. The first one, which gives the book its name, certainly is, and possibly the third, "The Enchanted Gate". The first story is a sort of diary or blog written by a young midshipman on his first voyage to sea, to his brother who was still at school. There are all the usual incidents, including swimming exercises. The other stories are well outside the Kingston style, but are certainly amusing and worth reading. The book is quite short. ________________________________________________________________________ MY FIRST CRUISE, AND OTHER STORIES, BY W.H.G. KINGSTON. STORY ONE, CHAPTER 1. NOTES FROM PRINGLE RUSHFORTH'S SEA LOG. A LETTER TO BROTHER HARRY, AT ETON. It has become a reality, dear Harry. I feel very strange--a curious sensation in the throat, just as if I was going to cry, and yet it is exactly what I have been longing for. You know better than any one how I had set my heart on going to sea, and yet I thought that I should never manage it. But, after all, here I am, really and truly a midshipman; at least a volunteer of the first class, as we are called now. The first time I put on my uniform, with my gold-band cap and dirk, I could not help every now and then looking at the gold lace on my collar and the buttons with the anchor and crown, and very pretty and nice they looked; and I do believe that this half-reconciled poor mamma, and Fanny, and Mary, and dear little Emily to my going when they saw me with them on. I'll tell you how it all happened. Uncle Tom came to stay with us. He had been at the Hall a week when, the very day before I was to go back to school, while we were all at breakfast, he got a long official-looking letter. No sooner had he torn it open and glanced at its contents, than he jumped up and shook papa by the hand, then kissed mamma, exclaiming, "They do acknowledge my services, and in a handsome way too, and they have appointed me to the Juno intended for the South American station; the very ship I should have chosen! I must have Pringle with me. No nonsense, Mary. He wants to be a sailor, and a sailor he shall be. He's well fitted for it. I'll have no denial. It's settled--that's all right." (I had been telling him the day before how much I wanted to go to sea.) He carried his point, and set all the household preparing my kit, and then posted off for London, and rattled down to Portsmouth to hoist his flag. He is not a man to do things by halves. In three days I followed him. The ship was nearly ready for sea. Most of the officers had joined. There was only one vacancy, which I got. Another captain had been appointed, who had been superseded, and he had selected most of the officers. Many of my