Great Britain. Royal Navy -- Juvenile fiction; Seafaring life -- Juvenile fiction
On their return to Zanzibar, the _Opal_ and _Gauntlet_ received orders
to proceed to the Cape. Loud cheers rose from the decks of both ships
as the news was announced on board; and even poor Adair, though he had
the unpleasant anticipation of a court-martial for the loss of the brig,
felt his spirits rise considerably. Jack comforted him with the
assurance that the evidence his officers had to give must acquit him of
all blame, and that he himself had done everything possible to save the
brig.
"But I had no business to have been caught in the bay," sighed Adair.
"My prospects in the service are ruined, and I shall never get another
ship."
"Never fear," answered Jack; "we shall have perhaps a war before long,
and, depend upon it, you will not be overlooked when ships are fitting
out. Officers of dash and determination will be wanted, and you possess
the required qualities."
The packet from England had come in the day before they arrived at the
Cape, and Jack found a letter from Admiral Triton. "We shall have some
of the old work again before long, my boy, depend upon that," he wrote.
"I have it from the best authority that the Russians have made up their
minds to quarrel with the Turks, and take possession of Constantinople.
They have been for some time past badgering them about the Holy Places,
and insisting that their co-religionists are ill-treated by the
Moslems,--not that they really care about the matter,--and that is
sufficient to convince anyone who has got his weather-eye open that they
only want a pretext for war, decent or indecent. The news has just
arrived, though it has not yet been made public, that we should be
suspicious of the designs of Louis Napoleon, who has so wonderfully been
transmogrified into an emperor--though for my part, I believe that no
ruler of France has ever been more friendly disposed towards us, and the
Russians will find that they are mistaken in wishing to set us by the
ears. That Prince Menzikoff, their ambassador to the Porte, has
presented the ultimatum of the Russian Government, which means war, for
the Turks are certain not to knock under; and we and the French would
not let them, if they thought of doing so. The Russians intend to
invade Turkey with all possible despatch; indeed, they have an army all
ready to throw across the frontier. Menzikoff will be away from
Constantinople in the course of a day or two, and then the business will
begin. Our Government intends to send a fleet through the Dardanelles
without delay, and as the Russians have no small number of ships in the
Black Sea, we may hope to have a brush with them. I wish you were here,
Jack, to take a part in whatever goes on; and I am glad to find that
your ship is ordered home, so that there is a chance of your being in
time; you will not let the grass grow under your feet; and as you can
steam through the calm latitudes, we may hope to see you here before
long. I never liked steamers, but they have their advantages, there's
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