CHAPTER VI
The "Dolphin" proved a trim little craft, beautifully finished and furnished, a schooner-rigged sailing-yacht, gracefully modelled and nearly new; but her former owner had died, and the yacht was to be sold as a necessary measure for the settling of the estate.
Max went into raptures over her; and the Captain was evidently pleased, though he said very little as he went about examining every part of her with keen scrutiny.
"Isn't she all right, Papa?" Max at length ventured to ask.
"I think she is, my son," was the prompt, pleasant-toned reply. "What is your opinion, Keith?"
"It exactly coincides with yours, Raymond; and if I wanted, and could afford so expensive a luxury, I think I shouldn't hesitate to make an offer for her."
"We seem to be quite agreed in our estimate of her," said Captain Raymond; "and I shall take your advice."
"You are quite sure of her speed?" queried Keith.
"Yes; I have seen accounts of her in the papers, showing that she is a fine sailer, as I should feel confident she would be, judging merely from her appearance. She is a beautifully modelled, well-built little craft."
"Looks rather small to you after the naval vessels you were wont to command?" queried Donald Keith, with a good-humoured laugh.
"Yes; but quite captivating to a lover of the sea, nevertheless, and as I see she is such to Max, and have no doubt that she will be to the rest of my family, I am about decided to make the purchase."
Max drew a long breath, while his eyes sparkled with pleasure.
They at once sought the agent whose business it was to attend to the sale of the vessel. It did not take long for him and the Captain to come to an agreement; and the "Dolphin" quickly changed owners.
Max was enraptured, his cheeks glowing, his eyes fairly dancing with delight. He managed, with some difficulty, to keep quiet till they were in the carriage again on the way home, then burst out, "Papa, I think it's just splendid that you're the owner of such a beautiful vessel! And I hope to learn a great deal about the proper management of one while we're sailing round in her."
"I shall try to teach you all I can, my boy," was his father's smiling reply; "and your pleasure in the purchase doubles my own."
"Thank you, sir," said Max. "I intend to pay good heed to your instructions, and learn as much as possible, so that I may pass a good examination at Annapolis, and do my father credit."
"But, Max, you might do him as much credit in the army as in the navy; and how you could resist the fascinations of West Point, I don't see," remarked Donald Keith, with a twinkle of fun in his eye.
"Well, sir, I suppose it's because I am the son of a seaman; love for the sea runs in the blood, – isn't that so, Papa?"
"Altogether likely," laughed the Captain. "I have been supposed to inherit it from my father, and he from his."
Violet, and the other members of the family, with some of the relatives from the adjacent cottages, were all on the porch as the carriage drew up in front of the house, and its occupants alighted.
"Papa! Papa!" shouted little Elsie and the baby boy, running to meet him.
"Papa's darlings!" the Captain said, stooping to caress and fondle them; then, taking them in his arms, he followed Donald up the porch-steps, Max close in his rear.
"Take a seat, Cousin Donald," said Violet. "We are glad to see you all back again. I have been wondering, my dear, what important business you had to keep you so long away from me and your children."
"It was rather important," returned the Captain, pleasantly. "Max," with an indulgent smile into the lad's eager face, "you may have the pleasure of telling where we have been and what we have done."
"Oh, thank you, sir!" cried Max, and proceeded to avail himself of the permission, going into an enthusiastic description of the beautiful "Dolphin," and winding up with the news that Papa had bought her, and expected to take their whole party – or, at least, as many of them as would like to go – coasting along the shores of all the Atlantic States of New England, and for some distance out to sea.
Lulu was dancing with delight, hugging and kissing her father in a transport of joy, before Max's story came to an end.
"Oh, Papa, how good, – how good and kind you are!" she exclaimed. "I don't think anything could be pleasanter than such a trip as that. It'll be the greatest fun that ever was. And you'll command the vessel yourself, won't you? I do hope so; for I am sure nobody else could do it half so well."
"What a flatterer my eldest daughter can show herself to be!" he said, with a good-humoured laugh. "Yes, I do expect to take command of the dainty little craft, – a small affair, indeed, compared with a man-of-war. My dear," turning to Violet, "we have yet to hear from you on this subject. I hope you approve of your husband's purchase."
"Entirely, Levis. In fact, I am quite as much delighted as Lulu seems to be," she answered, smiling up into his face. "What could be more enjoyable than sailing about in such a vessel, with a retired naval officer in command? When am I to see your 'Dolphin'?"
"Yours quite as much as mine, my dear," he replied. "You have only to say the word at any time, and I will take you over to look at her."
"Oh, will you?" she exclaimed. "Then suppose we all go over this afternoon, and see what she is like."
"Agreed!" the Captain said; then glancing round at the eager faces, "How many of you would like to go with us?" he asked.
He was answered by a prompt and unanimous acceptance of his invitation. They all wanted to see that beautiful "Dolphin;" and after a little discussion of the matter, it was decided that they would give up the bath for that day, and start for Newport harbour immediately upon leaving the dinner-table.
They made a very jovial party, and were delighted with the vessel and the prospect of sailing in her under the command of one so kind and competent as her new owner.
For the next few days Captain Raymond was busy with his preparations for the voyage, – engaging a crew and getting everything on board that would add to the comfort and enjoyment of his family and guests; the ladies also were occupied with theirs, which were not sufficiently great to interfere with the usual pleasures of a sojourn by the sea-side; then one bright morning saw them all on board, – a merry, happy party.
"Where are we going first, Papa?" asked Lulu, when they were fairly under way.
"On a little trial trip along the coast," he answered.
"And then coming back to Newport?" questioned Gracie.
"Possibly," he said, with a smile into the bright, eager face.
"I think I know, though I'm not right sure," Max said, looking at his father with a rather mischievous twinkle in his eyes, "what Papa is thinking about."
"Do you, indeed?" laughed his father. "Well, what is it?"
"Well, sir, I overheard Captain Wade telling you he expected the rest of the squadron would be in soon, – in a day or two, I think he said, – and I have a notion it would be a fine sight for us all, and that my father kindly means to give it to us."
"Ah, indeed! you seem to have a great deal of confidence in your father's desire to give pleasure to you all," laughed the Captain. "Well, my boy, events may perhaps show whether you are right."
The three had followed their father to a portion of the deck at some little distance from the rest of the party, so that their talk was not overheard by them.
"A squadron?" repeated Grace. "What is that? Oh, it's a good many ships belonging together, – isn't it, Papa?"
"That will answer very well for a definition, or description," he replied.
"Oh, how glad I am!" exclaimed Lulu, clapping her hands in delight. "And will they go through all their manœuvres, Papa?"
"As I am not the admiral whose orders are to be obeyed, I cannot say exactly what will be done, my child," the Captain replied. "I can only say I intend to have you in the vicinity in season to see all that may be done. Does that satisfy you?"
"Oh, yes, sir! and I thank you very, very much!" she said, taking his hand in both of hers and squeezing it affectionately.
"I too, Papa," said Grace. "I'm sure we'll enjoy it ever so much."
"I hope so," he answered. "And now can you three keep the secret from the others, that they may have a pleasant surprise?"
"If we can't, or don't, I think we ought never to be told a secret again," exclaimed Lulu, in her vehement way.
"Perhaps you would not be intrusted with one very soon again," her father said; "but," he added, with a look from one to the other of mingled pride and affection, "I feel quite safe in trusting a secret to the keeping of the eldest three of my children. I am quite sure no one of you would tell anything you knew your father wished kept secret."
"No, indeed, Papa!" said Max. "We would certainly deserve to be severely punished, and never trusted by you again, if we should ever so abuse your confidence."
"Just what I think," said Lulu.
"I too," added Grace. "And, Papa, it's so nice and kind in you to trust us!" looking up into his face with a loving smile as she spoke.
"Is it?" he asked, smoothing her hair with fond, caressing hand. "Well, my pet, it is a very great pleasure to me to be able to do so."
At that moment they were joined by Mr. Keith. The two gentlemen entered into conversation; the two little girls ran down into the cabin to see that the maid was making such disposition of their effects as they desired; while Max, joined by Walter Travilla, made the tour of the vessel for perhaps the fiftieth time, – for ever since the purchase, he had spent at least half of every week-day there, learning from his father and others all he could of her different parts and of her management.
Walter, too, had been there again and again, spending hours at a time in climbing about with Max, who took much pleasure in handing over to him the lessons just learned by himself.
The rest of the party were seated on deck enjoying the breeze and the beauties of sea and land, – for the latter was not yet out of sight, though fast receding.
The weather was lovely, every one in the best of spirits, the younger ones full of fun and frolic, and the day passed most enjoyably to all. The evening was enlivened by music from a very sweet-toned piano in the cabin, by singing, conversation, promenading the deck, and gazing out over the water, watching the rise and fall of the waves, and the passing of ships and steamers.
But the day had been an exciting one, especially to the children, and they were willing enough to retire at an early hour. They gathered on deck, each repeated a verse of Scripture, after which they united in singing a hymn, and Mr. Dinsmore led in prayer. Then the good-nights were said, and all the young people, with some of the older ones, retired to their pretty, cosey state-rooms and their berths.
Great was the surprise of nearly everybody when, coming on deck the next morning, they discovered that they were again in Narragansett Bay. There were many exclamations and questions, "How did it happen?" "Whose mistake was it that instead of being away out at sea, we are back at our starting-point again?" These and other like queries were propounded to the owner and commander of the yacht.
He pointed, with a good-humoured smile, to a number of war-vessels lying quietly at anchor at no very great distance.
"The squadron is in, you see; and I thought my passengers would not like to miss the sight of its evolutions, so brought them back to view them. There will be time afterward for a pleasant little voyage along the coast, or where you will."
The explanation was entirely satisfactory to every one, and there was great rejoicing among the lads and lasses.
"What is it they're going to do, Papa?" asked Gracie.
"I have not been let into that secret, daughter," he answered; "but we may find out after awhile by keeping a close watch upon their movements."
"Oh, Papa, you can read their signals, and tell us what's coming, can't you? Won't you?" exclaimed Lulu.
"Yes, my child, I can and will," he replied. "But there is the call to breakfast, and you needn't hurry through your meal; for they are not likely, for some hours yet, to begin anything you would want to see."
Encouraged by that assurance, no one cared to make undue haste in eating all that appetite called for of the excellent breakfast presently set before them. But an hour later found them all on deck, young and old keeping a sharp watch on every movement of the vessels composing the squadron, several spy-glasses being constantly turned in their direction.
"Ah!" exclaimed the Captain, at length, while at the same instant Max asked eagerly, "Papa, what is it they are doing there on the 'Wanita'?"
"Getting ready for inspection by the Admiral," was the reply. "See, the men have donned their uniforms and are taking their places on the deck. And yonder – do you see? – the Admiral and his staff are pushing off from the flag-ship."
The boatswain's whistle and the roll of a drum were now heard coming from the "Wanita."
"Oh, and is that the executive officer on the bridge of the 'Wanita,' Papa?" asked Max, excitedly. "And what is he doing?"
"Giving an order to the gunner, doubtless to fire a salute in honour of the Admiral."
Before the words had fairly left the Captain's lips, the loud boom of the first gun burst upon the ear.
"Oh, Max, wouldn't you like to be in that Admiral's place?" queried Walter Travilla; "I would."
"Oh, our Maxie means to be an admiral one of these days; and I'm sure I hope he will," said Rosie.
"Very good in you, Rosie," returned Max, smiling and blushing; "but I'm afraid I'll be an old man before that happens, if it ever does."
"But you may comfort yourself that you can be very useful in maintaining your country's honour without waiting to be made an admiral," remarked Evelyn Leland, smiling pleasantly at Max.
"Yes," he said, returning the smile, "and it is a comfort. We'd any of us feel it an honour to be useful to our country."
"I'd like to be," remarked Gracie, "if little girls could do anything."
"Little girls are sometimes a very great blessing and comfort to their fathers," the Captain said, smiling down into her eyes while he laid his right hand tenderly on her pretty head, with its sunny curls streaming in the wind.
In the mean while the firing of the salute had gone on, the Admiral and his staff had reached the deck of the "Wanita," the marines presenting arms, and —
"There, what is he going to do now, Papa?" queried Lulu, – "the Admiral, I mean."
"Inspect the ship," replied her father.
"What for, Papa?" asked Grace.
"To see that every part of it is in perfect order."
"I'm sure he will find it so," said Lulu; "for when we were there and were taken all over it, every part was as clean and neat as any lady's parlour."
Captain Raymond now turned away and began talking with Mr. Keith on some subject that did not interest the children, but they continued a close watch of the "Wanita."
The Admiral presently disappeared from the deck, but at length they saw him there again, talking with Captain Wade and his officers; then, in a few moments he and his staff re-embarked and returned to the flag-ship.
"What's going to be done now?" asked one and another.
"Watch, and you will see presently," said Captain Raymond. "If you do not wish to miss something, I advise you to keep both eyes and ears open."
The advice seemed to be promptly followed. All eyes gazed intently in the direction of the "Wanita" and the flag-ship.
Presently a signal was shown by the flag-ship which Captain Raymond promptly interpreted for the enlightenment of those about him, – "Abandon ship."
"What does that mean, Papa?" asked Grace.
"Look and see if you can't find out for yourself," he answered in a pleasant tone.
The signal seemed to have caused a commotion on the deck of each vessel belonging to the squadron. Then there was a great splashing of boats into the water, and of other craft which the Captain explained were life-rafts and catamarans; while at the same time men and boys were scampering about with various articles which he said were provisions, nautical instruments, etc., such as would be needed if the ships were really abandoned out at sea.
"But why would they ever do that, Papa?" Grace asked wonderingly. "I should think it would always be better to stay in their ships, wouldn't it?"
"Not always, daughter. The ship might be on fire, or leaking so badly that she would be in danger of sinking."
"Oh, yes, sir! I didn't think of that," she responded.
"Oh, see!" said Rosie; "they've all pushed off away from their ships, and the 'Wanita's' boats are ahead of all the others."
"Now what are they going to do, Papa?" asked Lulu.
"I can tell that only when I see the flag-ship's next signal," he replied. "Ah, there it is, and tells them to go round the harbour under sail."
The children watched with interest and delight as the order was obeyed. It was a very pretty sight, but soon came another signal from the flag-ship, which the Captain told them was one of recall; and the boats returned to their ships.
CHAPTER VII
The squadron steamed out to sea, the "Dolphin" keeping most of the time within sight of the naval vessels, its passengers being anxious to see more of the evolutions of the men-of-war, and their commanding officer very willing to indulge their wish. They were out simply for pleasure, and were free to turn in any desired direction.
The weather was all that could possibly be wished; and in the evening everybody was on deck except the very little ones, who were already in their nests. The vessels of the squadron were in sight, and all eyes turned frequently in their direction.
"Do you think they'll do anything to-night, Papa?" asked Grace, taking possession of her father's knee, for at the moment he was sitting among the others.
"Who, daughter?" he asked, smoothing her hair with caressing hand.
"Oh, the Admiral and the rest of them on those war-ships. What do they do at such times when they seem to be sailing around just for pleasure?"
"I rather think it is for profit too," he said. "'In time of peace prepare for war.'"
"But how do they prepare for war, Papa?"
"By having sham fights: going through the motions in a way to do harm to no one; firing what we call blank cartridges, – powder but no balls; getting the men so familiar with their guns that they can handle them rapidly and without making mistakes even in the dark. Ah, see! there it comes!" as at that instant a signal-light from the flag-ship shot up several hundred feet into the air, speedily followed by another and another, till the whole sky seemed bright with them; while Captain Raymond, the only one on the yacht who understood the messages, read them off to the others and called their attention to the movements of the ships in prompt obedience to the orders.
"What is that they're doing, Papa?" asked Grace, presently.
"Arranging themselves in different orders of battle," he replied, and proceeded to explain each movement as it was made.
"It's ever so nice to see them," she said, "though I do hope they won't ever have to do any real fighting."
"I hope not, indeed," her father said; "but in this wicked, quarrelsome world the only way to secure peace is to show that we are ready for self-defence in case of attack."
"How beautifully and promptly every signal is obeyed!" remarked Grandma Elsie. "It is a sight worth coming a long distance to see."
"Yes, Mamma," said Violet; "and I'm proud of our navy, even though it is so inferior in size to that of England."
"Inferior in size, but in nothing else, I believe, Mamma Vi," said Max, speaking with some excitement. "You know we've whipped the British twice on the sea in spite of their navy being so very much larger than ours."
"Yes, Maxie, I believe I'm as proud of that fact as even you can be," laughed Violet, while his father gave him a look of mingled amusement and pride.
"I think," remarked Edward Travilla, "that from the beginning of our national life our navy has been one to be proud of."
"In which I entirely agree with you," said the Captain. "But the exhibition seems to be over for to-night, and the hour is a late one to find our young people out of bed."
"Must we go now, Papa?" Lulu asked in a coaxing tone which seemed to add, "I hope you will let us stay at least a little longer."
"Yes," he said; "my little girls may say good-night now and go at once."
They obeyed promptly and cheerfully, and before long the others followed their example, till Mr. Keith and the Captain had the deck to themselves.
They lingered there for quite a long while, seeming to have fallen upon some very interesting topic of conversation; but it was suddenly broken in upon by the sound of the flag-ship's drum, instantly followed by those of all the other vessels of the squadron.
"Ah, what is the meaning of that, Raymond?" asked Keith, gazing toward the war-ships with keen interest and excitement. "It sounds to me like a call to battle."
"So it is," replied the Captain, – "a night exercise at the great guns, training the men so that they may be ready for all the surprises of a time of war."
Even as he spoke his passengers came hurrying from the cabin, the ladies and young girls wrapped in dressing-gowns and shawls, hastily thrown on to conceal their night-dresses, one and another asking excitedly what was going to be done now. But even as the words left their lips the thunder of cannon burst upon their ears, drowning the Captain's voice when he would have replied.
"Oh, is it war, brother Levis, really war?" queried little Walter, in great excitement.
"No, my boy; only a playing at war, I am thankful to be able to say. You may look and listen without fear that any one is to be killed, or even wounded, unless through carelessness."
But the cannon were thundering again, ship after ship firing off whole broadsides at some imaginary foe. At length, however, it was all over, and the passengers of the "Dolphin" returned to their berths to stay there for the remainder of the night.
"Why, we are anchored, are we not, Levis?" Violet asked of her husband on awakening the next morning.
"Yes, my dear," he answered; "we are riding at anchor in Gardiner's Bay. I suspected that would prove the destination of the squadron, it being about the best place for naval exercises in our Northern waters; and it seems I was right. The squadron is at anchor now at no great distance from us."
"And what do you suppose they will do here?"
"Probably fight some sham battles on sea and land. Do you care to witness such?"
"Oh, very much! I should greatly prefer witnessing a sham battle to a real one. But they won't be likely to begin it immediately, I suppose?"
"No; I presume we shall have time for a hearty breakfast first," replied her husband, with a slight look of amusement. "Don't allow the prospect of witnessing a battle to spoil your appetite for your morning meal, little wife."
"Oh, no," she answered, with a pleasant laugh. "I really am not now so much of a child as all that would come to."
It was not long before she and nearly every other passenger had sought the deck to take a look at their surroundings.
They found Gardiner's Bay a beautiful body of water bounded by islands on nearly every side, that forming its eastern shore bearing the same name. There were a large number of vessels in the bay, – several sloops, schooners, and a yacht or two beside the "Dolphin," to say nothing of the squadron of war-ships. But all were lying quietly at anchor, and our friends willingly responded to the call to breakfast.
Yet no one cared to linger at the table; and when all had finished their repast they quickly repaired to the deck to watch the movements of the squadron. But for a while there seemed to be none, the vessels all riding quietly at anchor.
"Dear me!" Rosie at length exclaimed, "I wish they'd begin to do something!"
"I think they are going to," said Max. "See, there's a boat leaving the flag-ship; I suppose to carry a message to one of the others."
"Oh, I'll go and ask Papa about it!" exclaimed Lulu.
"About what, daughter?" asked the Captain's voice close at her side.
"That boat that has just left the flag-ship, sir," she answered. "Do you know where it's going, and what for?"
"I can only conjecture that it carries some message, probably from the Admiral to the commander of one of the other vessels."
"It's pulling for the 'Wanita,'" said Max; "and see, there are other boats going about from one vessel to another."
"Yes," his father said, "and see yonder are several boats filled with marines, pulling for the shore of Gardiner's Island. Evidently there is to be a sham fight."
"I'm ever so glad it won't be a real one, Papa," said Grace. "It would be so dreadful to see folks killed."
"It would indeed," he answered. "But you may enjoy the show as much as you can, for no one will be hurt unless by accident."
"All the ships seem to be getting boats ready packed with things," remarked Lulu; "I wonder what they are."
"Quite a variety," replied her father, – "great guns, baggage, arms, provisions, and boxes that doubtless contain materials and tools for repairs, compasses, and other articles too numerous to mention. There! the vessels are signalling that they are ready."
"They are getting into the boats!" exclaimed Max, clapping his hands in delight; "and the other fellows that went first to the island seem to be waiting and all ready to fight them."
Every one on the "Dolphin" was now watching the embarkation with interest, the children in a good deal of excitement; it was like a grand show to them.
"Oh, it's a beautiful sight!" said Eva. "How bright their guns and bayonets are, with the sun shining on them! And there are the beautiful stars and stripes flying from every boat. But they are all in now, – at least I should think so; the boats look full, – and why don't they start?"
"They are waiting for the Admiral's inspection and order," replied Captain Raymond. "Ah, see, there he is on the bridge of the flag-ship, with his field-glass, looking them over. And now the signal is given for them to proceed."
The boats moved off at once in the direction of the island where the marines had preceded them. Captain Raymond's explanations making all their movements well understood by the young people around him, who thought they had never witnessed so fine a sight as the mimic fight that presently ensued, opened by the marines firing a volley of blank cartridges from the shore, which was immediately replied to by the approaching boats with musketry, howitzers, and Gatling guns.
Soon they reached the shore and landed, the marines meanwhile pouring forth an unceasing fire from behind their breastworks.
A fierce battle followed; there were charges and counter-charges, advances and retreats, men falling as if wounded or killed, and being carried off the field by the stretcher-men.
That last-mentioned sight brought the tears to Gracie's blue eyes, and she asked in tremulous tones, "Are they really hurt or killed, Papa?"
"No, darling," he said, pressing the small hand she had put into his, "it is all pretence, just to teach them what to do in case of actual war."
"Oh, I hope that won't ever come!" she exclaimed, furtively wiping away a tear. "Do you think it will, Papa?"
"Hardly," he said; "but it would be the height of folly not to prepare for such a contingency."
"Hurrah!" cried Max, throwing up his cap, "our side's whipped and the other fellows are retreating!"
"Which do you call our side? And do you mean it is whipped, or has whipped?" asked Rosie, with a laughing glance at the boy's excited face.
But the Captain was speaking again, and Max was too busy listening to him to bestow any notice upon Rosie's questions.
"Yes," the Captain said, "the marines are retreating; the battle is about over. Our side, as Max calls it, you see, is throwing out advance-guards, rear-guards, and flankers."
"What for, brother Levis?" asked Walter.
"To make sure that they have taken the island."
"And what will come next, Captain?" asked Grandma Elsie, who was watching the movements of the troops with as much interest as the children.
"Fortification, doubtless," he replied. "Ah, yes; they are already beginning that work. They must fortify the island in order to be able to hold it."
"How, Papa?" asked Grace.
"By throwing up breastworks, digging rifle-pits, planting guns, and so forth. If you watch closely, you will see what they do."
The children – to say nothing of the older ones – watched closely and with keen interest all the movements of the troops until interrupted by the call to dinner.
They had scarcely returned to their post of observation on the deck, having had barely time to notice the completed fortifications, the tents pitched, and the troops at their midday meal, when a tiny strip of bunting was seen fluttering at the flag-ship's main.
Captain Raymond was the first to notice it. "Ah!" he said, "the fun on the island is over, – at least for the present, – for there is the Admiral's signal of recall."
"I'll bet the fellows are sorry to see it!" exclaimed Max; "for I dare say they were going to have some fun there on the island they've taken."