Under the Ensign of the Rising Sun: A Story of the Russo-Japanese WarCollingwood, Harry
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Under the Ensign of the Rising Sun: A Story of the Russo-Japanese War
Collingwood, Harry
Russo-Japanese War, 1904-1905 -- Juvenile fiction
While the wound in my chest was being dressed, I had seized
the opportunity to look round the ward, and saw that several of the beds
were occupied, one of the patients, who appeared to be suffering from a
broken arm, being a man whom I appeared to know. As I sat staring at
him he turned his head and our eyes met, whereupon, to my amazement, up
went his uninjured hand to the salute.
"Who is that man?" I demanded. "I seem to recognise his face."
"You do?" remarked the Chief. "Ah! no wonder. He is one of the
survivors of the disaster by which you so nearly lost your honourable
life. He was one of the crew of the _Kasanumi_."
"One of the crew of the _Kasanumi_!" I repeated. "Of course; I
remember now. How come he and I to be here?"
"You were both, with the rest of the crew of your ship, rescued by the
_Akatsuki_, which ship was happily at hand when the disaster occurred,"
replied the Chief.
"Ah, yes, the disaster!" I remarked. "Yes, I am beginning to remember
all about it now. What was the nature of the disaster, doctor? Was
that ever ascertained?"
"According to your friend, Captain Ito, who brought you here, there is
no doubt that your ship struck a mine," was the reply. "Of course she
went down, though not so quickly but that the entire crew were saved,
together with most of their personal effects. There was time, indeed,
to save most, if not all, of your belongings, Captain, and they are now
here, awaiting your convalescence."
"Thank you," I said. "And, pray, when did the disaster occur?"
"Just a week ago, last night," was the reply.
"A week ago!" I exclaimed in consternation. "Then, have I lain here
all that time, unconscious?"
"You certainly have," replied the Chief. "Now, however, that you are
happily conscious once more, we must do our utmost to keep you so, and
to assist your recovery. Therefore, no more conversation, if you
please, until I give you permission. What you now have to do is to
remain perfectly quiet and free from all excitement, pleasurable or
otherwise. Rest, sleep, take such food and such medicines as I shall
order for you, and recover strength as rapidly as possible. Then, when
you are sufficiently well to receive visitors, I will permit a few of
the many who are now eager to see you, to do so. No, not another word!"
And therewith the little fellow and his staff turned away and proceeded
to overhaul the rest of the patients.
The nurse whom I had at first seen upon recovering consciousness
appeared to have been specially told off to look after me, for upon the
departure of the staff she came and knelt by my bedside, as is their
fashion, instead of sitting.
She was just within the range of my vision, as I lay, and I suppose I
must have stared at her pretty intently for some time, for presently I
saw her colour rising, which at once brought me to my bearings.
Thinking to put her at her ease, I said to her:
"Nurse, what is your name?"
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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