Great Britain. Royal Navy -- Juvenile fiction; Seafaring life -- Juvenile fiction
Murray, having formed his plans, summoned the larger boats of the
squadron, when, after much labour, the guns were weighed, and conveyed
on board the _Giaour_. The Russian troops had taken their departure,
and a good many parties of the peasantry were seen on the shore,
spectators of what was going on, probably hoping that the wreck would be
deserted, and that they should find a rich booty on board her. They
were to be disappointed. Now came the scene most trying to Adair;
everything of value, and that time would allow, was removed; the _Flash_
was set on fire, and the boats pulled away, leaving her in flames fore
and aft.
"There goes our little barkey," exclaimed Desmond; and in a short time
she blew up, covering the sea on every side with the fragments of wreck.
"I am glad, Tom, it was not you or I got her on shore; I don't envy old
Fusty his feelings, if he's got any; perhaps he hasn't. If Uncle
Terence doesn't get a ship, he'll be for cutting the service and going
out and settling in Australia; and I intend to go with him, to keep
sheep and ride after wild cattle, and lead an independent sort of life.
I say, Tom, won't you come too?"
"Oh no; I am bound to come out here, and marry my little Feodorowna,"
answered Tom; "though perhaps she'd like to come out to Australia with
me."
"You be hanged, Tom! that's all nonsense," answered Desmond. "I thought
you had forgotten all about that affair."
"Of course not!" exclaimed Tom indignantly; "if she's faithful to me, I
am bound to be faithful to her."
"Always provided Sir John approves of your faithfulness," put in
Desmond.
"Let's change the subject," said Tom. "It's time that you and I and
Gordon should pass for seamanship, and as soon as we go home we shall
get through the college and gunnery, and then, I hope, before long get
our promotion."
Castles in the air erected by midshipmen are apt to fall to pieces, as
well as those built by older persons. They serve, however, to amuse
their architects, and after all, as they do not exhaust the strength or
energy, are not productive of any harm.
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