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Up The Baltic.
by Oliver Optic.
PREFACE.
UP THE BALTIC, the first volume of the second series of "YOUNG AMERICA ABROAD," like its predecessors, is a record of what was seen and done by the young gentlemen of the Academy Squadron on its second voyage to Europe, embracing its stay in the waters of Norway, Sweden, and Denmark. Agreeably to the announcement made in the concluding volume of the first series, the author spent the greater portion of last year in Europe. His sole object in going abroad was to obtain the material for the present series of books, and in carrying out his purpose, he visited every country to which these volumes relate, and, he hopes, properly fitted himself for the work he has undertaken.
In the preparation of UP THE BALTIC, the writer has used, besides his own note-books, the most reliable works he could obtain at home and in Europe, and he believes his geographical, historical, and political matter is correct, and as full as could be embodied in a story. He has endeavored to describe the appearance of the country, and the manners and customs of the people, so as to make them interesting to young readers. For this purpose these descriptions are often interwoven with the story, or brought out in the comments of the boys of the squadron.
The story is princ.i.p.ally the adventures of the crew of the second cutter, who attempted "an independent excursion without running away,"
which includes the career of a young Englishman, spoiled by his mother's indulgence, and of a Norwegian waif, picked up by the squadron in the North Sea.
The author is encouraged to enter upon this second series by the remarkable and unexpected success which attended the publication of the first series. Difficult as it is to work the dry details of geography and history into a story, the writer intends to persevere in his efforts to make these books instructive, as well as interesting; and he is confident that no reader will fail to distinguish the good boys from the bad ones of the story, or to give his sympathies to the former.
HARRISON SQUARE, BOSTON, May 10, 1871.
UP THE BALTIC; OR, YOUNG AMERICA IN NORWAY, SWEDEN, AND DENMARK.
CHAPTER I.
A WAIF ON THE NORTH SEA.
"Boat on the weather bow, sir!" shouted the lookout on the top-gallant forecastle of the Young America.
"Starboard!" replied Judson, the officer of the deck, as he discovered the boat, which was drifting into the track of the s.h.i.+p.
"Starboard, sir!" responded the quartermaster in charge of the wheel.
"Steady!" added the officer.
"Steady, sir," repeated the quartermaster.
By this time a crowd of young officers and seamen had leaped upon the top-gallant forecastle, and into the weather rigging, to obtain a view of the little boat, which, like a waif on the ocean, was drifting down towards the coast of Norway. It contained only a single person, who was either a dwarf or a boy, for he was small in stature. He lay upon a seat near the stern of the boat, with his feet on the gunwale. He was either asleep or dead, for though the s.h.i.+p had approached within hail, he neither moved nor made any sign. The wind was light from the southward, and the sea was quite calm.
"What do you make of it, Ryder?" called the officer of the deck to the second master, who was on duty forward.
"It is a flat-bottomed boat, half full of water, with a boy in it,"
answered Ryder.
"Hail him," added the officer of the deck.
"Boat, ahoy!" shouted Ryder, at the top of his lungs.
The person in the boat, boy or man, made no reply. Ryder repeated the hail, but with no better success. The officers and seamen held their breath with interest and excitement, for most of them had already come to the conclusion that the occupant of the boat was dead. A feeling akin to horror crept through the minds of the more timid, as they gazed upon the immovable body in the dilapidated craft; for they felt that they were in the presence of death, and to young people this is always an impressive season. By this time the s.h.i.+p was within a short distance of the water-logged bateau. As the waif on the ocean exhibited no signs of life, the first lieutenant, in charge of the vessel, was in doubt as to what he should do.
Though he knew that it was the first duty of a sailor to a.s.sist a human being in distress, he was not sure that the same effort was required in behalf of one who had already ceased to live. Captain c.u.mberland, in command of the s.h.i.+p, who had been in the cabin when the excitement commenced, now appeared upon the quarter-deck, and relieved the officer of the responsibility of the moment. Judson reported the cause of the unwonted scene on deck, and as the captain discovered the little boat, just on the weather bow, he promptly directed the s.h.i.+p to be hove to.
"Man the main clew-garnets and buntlines!" shouted the first lieutenant; and the hands sprang to their several stations. "Stand by tack and sheet."
"All ready, sir," reported the first mids.h.i.+pman, who was on duty in the waist.
"Let go tack and sheet! Up mainsail!" continued Ryder.
The well-trained crew promptly obeyed the several orders, and the mainsail was hauled up in much less time than it takes to describe the manoeuvre.
"Man the main braces!" proceeded the officer of the deck.
"Ready, sir," reported the first mids.h.i.+pman.
"Let go and haul."
As the hands executed the last order; all the yards on the mainmast swung round towards the wind till the light breeze caught the sails aback, and brought them against the mast. The effect was to deaden the headway of the s.h.i.+p.
"Avast bracing!" shouted the first lieutenant, when the yards on the mainmast were about square.
In a few moments the onward progress of the Young America was entirely checked, and she lay motionless on the sea. There were four other vessels in the squadron, following the flag-s.h.i.+p, and each of them, in its turn, hove to, or came up into the wind.
"Fourth cutters, clear away their boat!" continued the first lieutenant, after he had received his order from the captain. "Mr.
Messenger will take charge of the boat."
The young officer indicated was the first mids.h.i.+pman, whose quarter watch was then on duty.
"All the fourth cutters!" piped the boatswain's mate, as Messenger crossed the deck to perform the duty a.s.signed to him.
"He's alive!" shouted a dozen of the idlers on the rail, who had not removed their gaze from the waif in the small boat.
"He isn't dead any more than I am!" added a juvenile tar, springing into the main rigging, as if to demonstrate the amount of his own vitality.
The waif in the bateau had produced this sudden change of sentiment, and given this welcome relief to the crew of the Young America, by rising from his reclining posture, and standing up in the water at the bottom of his frail craft. He gazed with astonishment at the s.h.i.+p and the other vessels of the squadron, and did not seem to realize where he was.
"Avast, fourth cutters!" interposed the first lieutenant. "Belay, all!"
If the waif was not dead, it was hardly necessary to lower a boat to send to his relief; at least not till it appeared that he needed a.s.sistance.
"Boat, ahoy!" shouted Ryder.
"On board the s.h.i.+p," replied the waif, in tones not at all sepulchral.
"What are you doing out here?" demanded the first lieutenant.
"Nothing," replied the waif.