The Battleship Boys at Sea; Or, Two Apprentices in Uncle Sam's Navy — John Shaqi
The Battleship Boys at Sea; Or, Two Apprentices in Uncle Sam's NavyPatchin, Frank Gee
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The Battleship Boys at Sea; Or, Two Apprentices in Uncle Sam's Navy
Patchin, Frank Gee
Battleships -- Juvenile fiction; United States. Navy -- Juvenile fiction
“You first hook the ring of the clews to the hammock hook; then pass
each outer nettle from out inwards through the eyelet on its own side of
the hammock. Square the two nettles and take a half hitch with each.
Pass the remaining nettles in the same manner, extending the end of each
through the hitch, following it toward the center. Sling the other end
in the same manner. Is that clear?”
“Yes, I think so,” answered Dan rather doubtfully.
“How about you, Hickey?”
“Maybe I could do it, now that I’ve seen you go through the motions,
sir, but I couldn’t tell a fellow how to do it to save my life.”
The apprentices grinned broadly.
“Attention! Now, in the morning, to lash the hammocks, you place the
mattress squarely in it, fold the blanket, placing it in lengthwise and
roll it up taut. Lash with seven marline turns. Turn the hammock over
several times to twist the clews, unhook one end at a time and tuck the
clews under the lashing and haul them taut. When the reveille is sounded
hammocks must be stowed within fifteen minutes. Is that clear, Hickey?”
“Clear as mud—sir,” added Sam, flushing hotly as he realized a moment
later that he had said something that might bring a rebuke upon him.
It did. The quartermaster read him a stern lecture on the necessity for
speaking in a respectful manner at all times. Sam was told that a direct
question called for a direct answer, “without any trimmings.”
“I seem to be getting all that’s coming to me,” whispered the boy to his
companion.
“You talk too much; that’s your worst fault, and the one that is likely
to get you into trouble if you don’t look out.”
“I didn’t talk when the other officer was trying to make me tell who
smashed me with the pie, did I?”
“No; you showed yourself to be a man in that case, Sam. Sh-h-h! He’s
speaking to you.”
“Sir?”
“You will now try the hammock.”
“How do you mean, sir?” questioned Sam.
“Get in it.”
“Yes, sir; where’s the ladder?”
“Ladder?” exploded the quartermaster.
“Sure! You don’t think I can get into that thing without using a ladder,
do you?”
“We do not use ladders. Watch carefully. I will show you how it is done.
This is the way you will have to turn in all the time that you are in
the Navy.”
The officer reached up, grasping the rope that held the hammock to the
hooks above. With an ease born of long experience he lifted himself
clear of the floor, curled his body upward and placed himself on his
back in the hammock without the least apparent effort. The officer got
out of the hammock by a reverse movement and with the same ease.
“Did you see how it was done?”
“Yes, sir?”
“Think you can get in now?”
“I can make a bluff at it—sir.”
“Answer ‘yes’ or ‘no’ sir.”
“No, sir.”
“Try it.”
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