Northern Lands; Or, Young America in Russia and PrussiaOptic, Oliver
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Northern Lands; Or, Young America in Russia and Prussia
Optic, Oliver
Prussia (Germany) -- Description and travel -- Juvenile fiction; Russia -- Description and travel -- Juvenile fiction
Captain Cantwell touched his cap, and called to Brown, the fourth
midshipman, who approached him with the proper salute.
"You will ask the first lieutenant to come on deck," said the captain.
"On deck, sir," reported Cumberland, touching his cap to the new
captain; and it seemed very strange to Cantwell to see the late
commodore paying this mark of respect to him.
"You will get under way immediately."
"Under way, sir," replied the executive officer, saluting his superior
again.
It is rather doubtful whether Cantwell could have given all the orders
in detail which were necessary to execute this manœuvre, and
certainly his position as captain was much less trying than it would
have been as first lieutenant. If a majority of the officers were surly
and dissatisfied, a majority of the crew were delighted when they saw
the new captain on the quarter-deck; not that they had any particular
respect or regard for him personally, but because he represented their
cause, and was the evidence of their triumph. All hands were called,
and never were orders more promptly obeyed. In a few moments the Young
America was standing off before the wind, followed by the rest of the
squadron. The vessels threaded their way through the channels among
the islands, and passed out into the broad bay, for it was not deemed
prudent to take the steamer's course, nearer the main shore. The usual
routine of study was pursued during the afternoon, as the squadron,
with a light breeze, rolled lazily along towards her next port.
"Your plan does not seem to work very well, De Forrest," said the
principal to the new first purser, whose duties required his presence
in the main cabin, when he had finished his recitations.
"No, sir; we didn't have fair play. Scott got up a secret society,
and dragged more than half the seamen into it," replied De Forrest,
bitterly. "I hope such things will be prevented."
"What things?" asked Mr. Lowington, mildly.
"Secret societies, sir."
"I am not in favor of such associations for political purposes; but I
think the crew had a perfect right to organize for this election."
"But the students who joined the society had to pledge themselves to
vote for Cantwell."
"That is virtually done at all caucuses and political conventions. You
think such societies ought to be suppressed--do you?"
"I certainly do, sir."
"Then I suppose we must begin in the cabin," laughed the principal.
"We had no secret society in the cabin, sir."
"No?"
"Certainly not, Mr. Lowington."
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