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Title: Midshipman Farragut
Year: 1902 (1900s)
Authors: Barnes, James, 1866- (from old catalog)
Subjects: Farragut, David Glasgow, 1801-1870. (from old catalog)
Publisher: New York, D. Appleton and company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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WAR. Late in the month of June a small squadron ofAmerican vessels of war lay at anchor in the harborof New York—the President, a forty-four-gun frig-ate ; the Essex, thirty-two guns ; and the Hornet ofeighteen. Midshipman Farragut had once more joined his ship,and on this line June day he was looking out throughthe gangway at the busy shipping and watching theshore boats shuttling back and forth. The air wasfilled with the creaking of block and tackle. David had made great friends with Kingsbury, theboatswains mate. He was off duty, and he noticedthat the old sailor was also taking things easy, so hemade his way up on the forecastle. There is no reason why a boatswains mate may notbe allowed to tell stories to midshipmen, and many along tale had David and his friends. MidshipmenDashiell and Cowan, listened to in the night watches. As soon as the boy was within earshot the old sailorbegan to talk. It was only a week or so since thenews had reached New York of the declaration of SiO
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The boatswains mate discourses upon the war. THE CLOUD OF WAR. 2i war against England. It was the uppermost thing ineverybodys mind, and of course was the only sub-ject of discussion on shipboard. This ere war, began old Bill as a matter ofcourse, is a war of shootin and sailin. There ainta-goin to be no big fleets tyin up to one another,and boardin and grapplin. Its going to be cut andrun, and fire fast, I tell you, Mr. Farragut. x\intthey beauties, them two vessels ! He swept his hand out toward the President off theport bow and then to the little Hornet, swinging aquarter of a mile or so astern. David turned around and looked back on the deckof his own ship. Although it was in somewhat ofconfusion owing to the great hurr)^ and bustle in-cident to getting in commission for a long cruise,any one with half an e3e could see that the Essexwas commanded by a sailor, that her crew weresailors, and that her officers were able. There waslittle of bawling or shouting of orders; every manseem

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