The NORTH PACIFIC
A STORY OF THE
RUSSO-JAPANESE
WAR
.ViLUS- BOYD ALLEN
THE LIBRARY
OF
THE UNIVERSITY
OF CALIFORNIA
PRESENTED BY
PROF. CHARLES A. KOFOID AND
MRS. PRUDENCE W. KOFOID
S
TO MY FRIEND
COMMANDER WILLIAM H. H. SOUTHERLAND, U. S. N.
THIS BOOK IS DEDICATED
MAN OVERBOARD!1
The North Pacific
Jl Story of the HussO'Japanese
War
20400
By
Willis Doyd Allen
'I
AxitHor of "Navy Blue" and "Cleared for Action"
New York
E. P. Dxitton CgL Company
ai "West Twenty-tHird Street
19O5
COPYRIGHT, 1905
BY
E. P. BUTTON & CO.
Published, September, 1905
Ube Iknicherbocfeer press, IRew
PREFACE.
AS in the preparation of Navy Blue and Cleared
for Action, the author has taken great pains to
verify the main facts of the present story, so far as
they are concerned with the incidents of the great
struggle still in progress between the empires of the
East and the West. He acknowledges most grate-
fully the assistance received from the office of the
Secretary of the Navy, from ex-Secretary John D.
Long, and from Commander W. H. H. Souther-
land, now commanding the U. S. Cruiser Cleveland,
Commander Austin M. Knight, President of the
Board on Naval Ordnance, and Chief Engineer Ed-
ward Farmer, retired.
W. B. A.
BOSTON, June, 1905.
CONTENTS
CHAPTER PAGE
I. THE TRIAL OF THE " RETVIZAN " i
II. MAN OVERBOARD ! . . . . . . .16
III. SEALED ORDERS . . . . . .29
IV. UNCLE SAM'S PACKING 43
V. OTO'S STRANGE VISIT 53
VI. A SCRAP IN MALTA 67
VII. O-HANA-SAN'S PARTY 84
VIII. A BATCH OF LETTERS 93
IX. AT THE CZAR'S COMMAND 102
X. THE FIRST BLOW 114
XI. IN THE MIKADO'S CAPITAL 125
XII. BETWEEN Two FIRES 137
XIII. WYNNIE MAKES A BLUNDER 146
XIV. THE ATTACK OF THE "OCTOPUS" . . . .156
XV. UNDER THE RED CROSS 165
XVI. THE LAST TRAIN FROM PORT ARTHUR . . . 175
XVII. DICK SCUPP'S ADVENTURE 184
XVIII. OSHIMA GOES A-FlSHING 2O2
XIX. AMONG THE CLOUDS 218
XX. THE DOGGER BANK AFFAIR 235
XXI. THE FALL OF PORT ARTHUR 248
XXII. ON BOARD THE " KUSHIRO " 260
viii CONTENTS
CHAPTER PAGE
XXIII. TRAPPED IN MANCHURIA 274
XXIV. THE LITTLE FATHER 286
XXV. LARKIN RETIRES FROM BUSINESS .... 297
XXVI. " THE DESTINY OF AN EMPIRE " . . . .308
XXVII. ORDERED HOME 319
ILLUSTRATIONS
PAGE
" MAN OVERBOARD ! " Frontispiece 24
"Oro CLIMBED THE RAIL LIKE A MONKEY" ... 64
IN STRANGE WATERS 82
PICKED UP BY THE SEARCHLIGHT 119
THE SINKING OF THE " PETROPAVLOVSK " .... 164
THE END OF THE TRAITOR 231
ON THE DOGGER BANK 244
THE OSAKA BABIES 253
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CHAPTER I.
THE TRIAL OF THE " RETVIZAN."
IT was a clear, cool afternoon in early September,
1901. In the country the tawny hillsides were
warmed to gold by the glow of the autumn sun,
while here and there a maple lifted its crimson torch
as if the forest were kindling where the rays were
the hottest. Brown, golden, and scarlet leaves
floated slowly downward to the ground; flocks of
dark-winged birds drifted across the sky or flitted
silently through the shadows of the deep wood ; the
call of the harvester to his straining team sounded
across the fields for a moment — then all was still
again. But for the creak of a waggon, the distant
bark of a dog, the fitful whisper and rustle of the
wind in the boughs overhead, the whirring chatter
of a squirrel, the world seemed lost in a day-dream
of peace.
i
2 THE NORTH PACIFIC.
Only a few miles away the air was rent by a
clamour of discordant sound. Ponderous hammers
beat upon plates of iron and brass; machinery
rumbled and shrieked and hissed at its work; a
thousand men, labouring as if for their lives, pulled,
pushed, lifted, pounded, shouted orders, warnings,
replies above the din that beat upon the ear like a
blacksmith's blows upon an anvil. From the tall
chimneys poured endless volumes of black smoke
that were reflected in the blue waters of the river
and mimicked by innumerable puffs of steam. The
place was like a volcano in the first stages of erup-
tion. A vast upheaval seemed imminent. Yet the
countless toilers worked securely and swiftly, fash-
ioning that dread floating citadel of modern warfare,
the Battleship.
On this same afternoon, at the outer gate of the
Cramp Shipbuilding Works, two strangers applied
for admission, presenting to the watchman a properly
accredited pass. They were young men, under the
average stature, dark-skinned, and almost notably
quiet in appearance and manner. Although their
dress was that of the American gentleman, a very
slight accent in their speech, their jet-black hair,
and a trifling obliquity in their eyes, would have at
once betrayed their nationality to a careful observer.
He would have known that they were of a people
famous for their shrewdness, their gentle manners,
THE TRIAL OF THE "RETVIZAN." 3
their bravery, their quick perceptions, and their
profound patience and tireless resolution in accom-
plishing their ends — the "Yankees of the Orient " —
the Japanese.
The watchman, glanced at them carelessly, rather
impressed by the visitors' immaculate attire — both
wore silk hats and black coats of correct Broadway
cut — and asked if they wanted an attendant to show
them about the works. They said, ' ' No, thank you.
We shall remain but short time. We can find our
ways"; and, bowing, passed into the yard.
Their curiosity seemed very slight, as to the
buildings and machinery. With light, quick steps
they passed through one or two of the most im-
portant shops, then turned to the river-side, and
halted beside the huge ship that was on the stocks,
almost ready for launching. Here for the first time
their whole expression became alert, their eyes keen
and flashing. Nobody paid much attention to them
as they passed along the walk, scrutinising, it would
seem, every individual bolt and plate.
"A couple o' Dagos! " remarked one workman to
another, nodding over his shoulder as he carried his
end of a heavy steel bar.
At the gangway the visitors met their first ob-
stacle. A man in undress uniform, with a full beard
and stern countenance, waved them back. "No
admittance to the deck," he said briefly.
4 THE NORTH PACIFIC.
The two Japanese bowed blandly, and spoke a
few words together in soft undertones and gutterals,
as incomprehensible to a Western ear as the lan-
guage of the Ojibways. Then they bowed again,
smiled and said " Thank you, sir," and moved away.
The Russian officer watched them sharply until they
disappeared around the bows of the vessel, mutter-
ing to himself under his bushy moustache.
Once out of sight the languor and mild indiffer-
ence of the strangers vanished. They spoke swiftly,
with excited, but graceful gestures. Then one of
them pointed to the snowy curve of the battleship's
prow, above their heads. There, gleaming in the
sunset light, shone the word, in gold letters,
PETBN3AHr"b
"RETVIZAN," murmured the other; "RETVI-
ZAN." Adding in his own language, "She will
have her trial trip late in October, sailing from
Boston. Then — we shall see! "
"We shall see."
" Sayonara, Retvizan ! " said the first speaker
with just a trace of mockery in his tone, as the two
turned toward the gate. As they passed through,
on their way out, they bowed and smiled to the
gate-keeper. Once more they were suave, languid
little gentlemen of fashion, travelling for pleasure.
THE TRIAL OF THE "RETV1ZAN." 5
It was eight o'clock on the morning of October
2ist when the last tug-load of "distinguished visi-
tors " scrambled up the steep ladder to the deck of
the Retvizan, which had lain all night in President's
Roads, Boston Harbour, waiting for her trial trip.
In five minutes more the battleship was under way,
the smoke rolling from her three huge funnels as she
forged ahead slowly, on her way to the open sea.
It was an oddly composed crowd that gathered
forward of the great turret from which projected two
twelve-inch guns. The crew consisted of Russian
"Jackies," in man-of-war rig; but the spectators
were the invited guests of the builders from whose
control the ship had not yet passed. There were
lawyers, naval officers, engineers, and politicians,
with one or two officials of the city and State gov-
ernment— all bound to have a good time, whether
the Retvizan should prove slow or fast. They but-
toned their overcoats up around their throats — for
the day was chilly, and the draught made by the
vessel as she gathered speed was sharp — and in little
knots, here and there, joked, laughed, and sang like
boys on a lark.
One young man was constantly moving about,
alert and active, interested apparently in everything
and everybody on board. Most of the Boston men
seemed to know him, and exchanged jokes with him
as he passed.
6 THE NORTH PACIFIC.
' 'Hullo, Larkin, you here?" called out one.
"Better go ashore while there 's time — you '11 be
sea-sick when we get outside! "
"I never yet was sick of seeing!" retorted the
young man. "The Bulletin must have a good story
on to-day's trip."
"Why did n't they send a reporter that knew his
business?" jested another.
"Don't you say anything, Alderman, or I '11 fix
up an account of you that will make you turn pale
when you read it to-morrow morning," said the
jolly reporter; and off he went, followed by a chorus
of laughter.
Fred Larkin was one of the most valued reporters
on the Boston Daily Bulletin. He had risen to his
present position, from that of mere space writer, by
sheer determination, pluck, and hard work, which
characteristics, backed by fine character and a sunny
good-humour, made him a favourite with both his
superiors and his comrades on the staff. Three
years before this sea-trip Fred had been sent to
Cuba as war correspondent for the Bulletin, had per-
formed one or two remarkable feats in journalism,
had been captured by the Spaniards, and on the
very day when he expected to be executed in San-
tiago as a spy had been exchanged and set free.
Meanwhile on this same perilous journey inland,
he had met a young Spanish girl named Isabella
THE TRIAL OF THE "RETVIZAN." /
Cueva, who subsequently appealed to him for pro-
tection, and whom, a few months later, he married.
They now had one bright little dark-haired boy, a
year old, named Pedro.
"He 's a wonderful child," Larkin would assert.
" Talks Spanish like a native, and cries in English! "
Besides the company of invited guests on the
Retvizan, the officers of the ship-building com-
pany, and the Russian crew, there were a number
of supernumeraries — butlers, cooks, and stewards,
of various nationalities.
About a week before the ship was to sail from
Philadelphia, two Japanese boys applied for a posi-
tion on board as stewards. They were dressed
neatly, after the custom of their race, but their
spotless clothes were threadbare, and as they
seemed needy and brought the best of references
from Washington families, they were hired at once.
It was true that they seemed unable to speak or to
understand more than a few words of English, but
their slight knowledge of the language appeared to
be sufficient for their duties, and the Japanese are
known to be the neatest, quickest, most efficient
little waiters that can be procured. Many of them,
as their employers knew, were engaged in this
humble service on United States war-ships, where
they gave complete satisfaction.
As the great vessel swung out upon her course,
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the two boyish Japs appeared. They had come on
board in Philadelphia, and were soon equipped for
their work, with white aprons and dark suits. Hav-
ing with some difficulty made the head steward
understand when and for what they had been en-
gaged, they had entered at once upon their duties.
Nobody took much notice of the little fellows, as
they glided silently to and fro, giving deft touches
to the lunch table, or assisting a stout alderman to
don his overcoat. Only once did they seem discon-
certed. That was when a Russian under-officer,
with bushy beard and moustache, put his "head in-
side the cabin-door. One of the Japanese started
so nervously that he nearly upset a water-carafe on
the table. As he adjusted it, he spoke a few words
in a low tone to his companion, and both remained
with their backs to the door, although the Russian
summoned them roughly.
" Why did n't you go when he called? " demanded
the head steward crossly, a minute later, when he
had himself given the officer the glass of water he
wanted.
4 'No speak Russian. No un'erstan'," said the
little Jap with a meek gesture.
"Well, you might have known what he asked
for," retorted his superior. "Look sharp now, and
attend to your business. You ain't here for fun,
you ! "
THE TRIAL OF THE "RETVIZAN" 9
The steward addressed shot a quick glance at the
other, but neither said a word, as they resumed
their tasks.
The Retvizan moved proudly northward, throw-
ing out a great wave on each side of her white prow
and leaving a wake of tossing foam stretching far
astern. The harbour islands were now dim in the
distance and the shore of the mainland might have
been that of Patagonia, for all the sign of human
life it showed. Now, indeed, the vessel drew in,
or, rather, the coastline veered eastward as if to
intercept" her in her swift course. The Magnolia
shore came in sight, with its toy cottages and hotels,
as deserted as autumn birds'-nests. Norman's Woe
was left behind, backed by dark pine forests, and
Gloucester, nestling in its snug harbour, peered out
at the passing monster. Almost directly in front
the lights of Thatcher's Island reared themselves,
two priestly fingers raised in blessing over the toilers
of the sea.
Now the battleship began to quiver, as the in-
creased throbbing of her engines, the monstrous
fore-waves, and the volumes of black smoke rushing
from her stacks told the excited passengers that she
was settling down to her best pace for the crucial
test of speed. A government tug was passed, and
for ten miles the Retvizan ploughed her way fiercely
northward, never deviating a foot to right or left,
10 THE NORTH PACIFIC.
crushing the waves into a boiling cauldron of seeth-
ing foam, dashing the spray high, into the sunshine,
until the second stake-boat, off Cape Porpoise, was
passed, and with a long sweep outward she turned,
to retrace the ten-mile course more swiftly than ever.
Fred Larkin pervaded, so to speak, the ship.
Note-book in hand, he interviewed the officers,
chaffed the Russian Jackies, darted in and out of
the cabins, and ranged boldly through the hidden
passages below. In process of time he reached the
engine-room, smearing himself with oil on the way,
from every steel rod he touched.
No sooner had he entered the room than he was
pounced upon by one of the three or four engineers,
naval and civil, who were busily watching the work
of the great, pulsing heart of the vessel.
" Larkin! How are you, old fellow?" And his
hands were grasped and wrung, over and over, re-
gardless of oil.
"Holmes! Well, I did n't guess you were here!
Shake again ! ' '
It was Lieutenant-Commander Holmes, Assistant
Engineer, who, with several subordinate officers,
two of them from the Academy, had been detached
by the Navy Department to watch the trip of the
Retvizan and report upon it. They mingled freely
with the Russian engineers, and compared notes
with then\ as the trial progressed.
THE TRIAL OF THE "RETVIZAN." II
Norman Holmes explained this to the young re-
porter, who was an old and tried friend.
"Where is Rexdale stationed?"
"He 's doing shore duty in Washington just now.
Between you and- me, Fred, I think he '11 be a
lieutenant-commander before long, and may com-
mand one of the smaller vessels on this station — a
despatch-boat or something of the kind. I only
wish I could be assigned to the same ship! You
know Dave and I were chums in the Academy."
"I know. And the trifling circumstance of each
marrying the other's sister has n't tended to produce
a coldness, I suppose! But is n't that an awfully
quick promotion for Rexdale? The last I heard of
him he was only a lieutenant."
"Well, we 've built so many new ships lately,"
said Holmes, with his eye on the steam gauge,
"that it has been hard work to man them. Two
or three classes have been graduated at the Academy
two years ahead of time, and promotions have been
rapid all along the line. The man that commanded
the gunboat Osprey, for instance, is now on an ar-
moured cruiser, taking the place of an officer who has
been moved up to the battleship Arizona, and so on.
Why, in the course of ten years or more I may be a
commander — who knows? " he added, with a laugh.
"I suppose you hear from 'Sandy ' and — what did
you fellows call Tickerson?"
12 THE NORTH PACIFIC.
" 'Girlie ' ? Oh, yes, I hear from them. Both are
in the East somewhere. Sandy's last letter was from
Guam. He 's a lieutenant now, and so is Tickerson."
"Well, I must n't stay here, bothering you.
There 's a queer crowd on board — a mixed lot.
Seen those little Japs? "
"No. What are they here f or ? ' '
"Oh, just waiters. But it 's odd to see Japanese
on a Russian man-of-war, considering that — hullo,
here 's one of them, now! "
Sure enough, a small, white-aproned figure came
daintily picking his way down into the jarring,
clanging, oily engine-room. He seemed a bit
troubled to find two of its occupants regarding him
intently, as he stepped upon the iron floor.
"Mist' Johnson no here?" he asked innocently,
gazing around him.
"Johnson? No, not that I know of," replied
Holmes. "What 's his position."
"He—he from Boston," said the Jap, after a
slight hesitation.
"Look here," broke in Larkin, in his offhand
way, "what 's your name, young fellow? "
The steward looked into the reporter's frank,
kindly face, then answered, "Oto."
"Oto," repeated Fred. "That 's a nice easy
name to pronounce, if it is Japanese. Well, Oto,
how about your chum — what 's his name? "
THE TRIAL OF THE "RETVIZAN." 13
"Oshima. We from Japan."
"So I suspected/* laughed Fred. "Been over
long?"
The boy looked puzzled.
"When did you -leave home? "
Oto shook his head. "Un'erstan* ver' leetle
English," he said.
"Well, run along and find Mr. Johnson, of
Boston. Norman, good-bye. I '11 look in on you
again before the end of the trip. Where did Oto
go?"
The little Jap had melted away — whether upward
or downward, no one could say, he had vanished so
quickly.
Larkin shook his head and made a few cabalistic
curves and dots in his note-book, then reascended
the stairs to the upper deck. Through a winding
staircase in a hollow mast he made his way to one
of the fighting-tops. Singularly enough the other
Japanese waiter, Oshima, was there before him.
As Fred emerged on the circular platform, the boy
thrust a scrap of paper under the folds of his jacket
and hurried down toward the deck. Again the re-
porter made a note in his book, and then gave a few
moments to the magnificent view of the ship and
the open sea through which it was cleaving its way.
Directly before and below him lay the forward
deck of the Retvizan, cleared almost as completely
14 THE NORTH PACIFIC.
as if for action. Most of the visitors had withdrawn
from the keen wind to the shelter of the cabin,
where, doubtless, the question of luncheon was
already exciting interest. Beneath the fighting-
top was the bridge, where the highest officials on
the ship were watching her progress. Just beyond
was the forward turret, with its projecting guns,
their muzzles peacefully closed.
The vessel now reached the first stake-boat once
more, and turning, again started over the course at
half-speed, for the tedious process of standardising
the screw ; that is, determining how many revolutions
went to a given rate of speed. The engineers were
busy with their calculations. Larkin joined the
hungry crowd in the cabin, giving a last look at the
blue sea, the misty shore line, and the dim bulk of
Agamenticus reared against the western sky.
When the Retvizan passed Cape Ann, on her
homeward trip, the great lamps on Thatcher's Island
were alight, and the waves sparkled in the glow. It
was nearly nine o'clock that evening when the chains
rattled through the hawse-holes, in the lower har-
bour, as the battleship came to anchor. Many had
been the guesses as to her speed. Had she come up
to her builders' expectations? Had she passed the
test successfully? These were the questions that
flew to and fro among the passengers, crowding
about the gangway beneath which the tug was soon
THE TRIAL OF THE "RETV1ZAN." 15
rising and falling. At the last moment the approxi-
mate result of the engineers' calculations was given
out. The ship had responded nobly to the demand
upon her mighty machinery. Splendidly built
throughout, perfectly equipped for manslaughter
and for the protection of her crew, obedient to the
lightest touch of the master-hand that should guide
her over the seas in warfare or in peace, the Retvizan
had shown herself to be one of the swiftest and most
powerful war-ships in the world. For twenty miles,
in the open ocean, she had easily made a little over
eighteen knots an hour.
In the confusion of going on board the tug and
disembarking in the darkness, no one observed the
two Japanese waiters, who must have forgotten even
to ask for their wages. Certain it is that Oto and
Oshima were among the very first to land on the
Boston wharf, and to disappear in one of the gloomy
cross-streets that branch off from Atlantic Avenue.
CHAPTER II.
"MAN OVERBOARD!"
" TXT" ELL, we 're out of the harbour safely, Cap-
V V tain," said Executive Officer Staples with
a sigh of relief, as he spread out the chart of the
Massachusetts coast and glanced at the "tell-tale"
compass. "No more trouble till we get down by
the Pollock Rip Shoals."
"Anybody would think you had been taking a
battleship out from under the enemy's guns,"
laughed Lieutenant-Commander David Rexdale.
"Don't talk about 'trouble,' Tel., while it 's day-
light, off a home port, in good weather! "
The two were standing in the chart- room, just
behind the bridge of the U. S. gunboat Osprey, as
the vessel, leaving Boston Outer Light behind,
headed slightly to the south of east. Rexdale, as
his old chum Holmes had predicted, was now in
command of the Osprey, and was taking her to
Washington for a practice trip, on which the crew
would be drilled in various manoeuvres, including
target-practice. Lieutenant Richard Staples, his
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"MAN OVERBOARD!" IJ
executive, had been the captain's classmate at An-
napolis. He was lanky and tall, and at the Academy
had soon gained the sobriquet of " Telegraph Pole,"
or "Tel.," for short; a name that had stuck to him
thus far in his naval career. He was a Calif ornian,
and, while very quiet in his manner, was a dangerous
man when aroused — as the upper-class cadets had
discovered when they undertook to "run " him.
Rexdale was from the rural districts of New
Hampshire, and was known to his classmates as
"Farmer," a term which was now seldom applied
to the dignified lieutenant-commmander.
The Osprey — to complete our introductions — was
a lively little member of Uncle Sam's navy, mount-
ing several six-pounders and a four-inch rifled gun,
besides smaller pieces for close quarters. She had
taken part in the blockade of Santiago, and while
not as modern in her appointments as some of her
bigger and younger sister-ships, had given a good
account of herself in the stirring days when Cervera's
fleet was cooped up behind the Cuban hills, and
made their final hopeless dash for freedom. Rex-
dale was in love with his little vessel, and knew
every spar, gun, plate, and bolt as if he had assisted
in her building.
On the way down the harbour, they had passed
the Essex and Lancaster, saluting each with a bugle-
call. Besides the two officers mentioned, it should
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be added that there were on board Ensigns Dobson
and Liddon, the former a good-natured little fellow,
barely tall enough to meet naval requirement as
to height ; the other a finely educated and elegant
young gentleman who had attended a medical col-
lege before enlisting, and whose fund of scientific
and historical knowledge was supposed to be inex-
haustible. He wore glasses, and had at once been
dubbed "Doctor," on entering the Naval Academy.
These, with Paymaster Ross, Assistant Surgeon
Cutler, and Engineer Claflin, made up the officers'
mess of the Osprey.
It was a fair day in June, 1903. The sunlight
sparkled on the summer sea. Officers and men were
in the best of spirits as the gunboat, her red, white,
and blue "commission pennant" streaming from
her masthead, sped southward past the long, ragged
"toe" of the Massachusetts boot.
At noon Rexdale dined in solemn and solitary
state in his after cabin. The rest of the officers
messed together in the ward-room, below decks,
and doubtless Dave would have been glad to join
them ; but discipline required that the commanding
officer, however familiarly he might address an old
acquaintance in private, should hold aloof at meal-
times. He was waited upon by two small Japanese
men, or boys, who had easily obtained the situation
when the vessel went into commission at the Charles-
" MAN OVERBOARD!" 19
town Navy Yard, where she had remained for some
months, docked for overhauling and thorough re-
pairs. The two cabin stewards were gentle and
pleasant in their manners, conversant with all their
duties, and spoke English fluently. Their names
were on the ship's papers as Oto and Oshima.
"Oto," said Rexdale, when the dinner was fin-
ished, "call the orderly."
"Yes, sir."
The marine was pacing the deck outside the cabin-
door. On receiving the summons he entered and
saluted stiffly.
"Orderly, ask Mr. Staples to step this way, if he
has finished his dinner."
Another salute, and the man turned on his heels
and marched out.
"Mr. Staples," said the commander, as the former
came in, "at four bells we will have 'man overboard'
drill. We shall anchor to-night about ten miles off
Nantucket. I shall come on the bridge and con the
ship myself when we sight the Shovelful Lightship,
and I shall be glad to have you with me, passing the
Shoal. The next time we go over this course I shall
let you take the ship through the passage yourself."
"Very well, sir." And the executive, being in
sight of the waiters and the orderly, as well as the
surgeon, who just then passed through the cabin,
saluted formally and retired.
20 THE NORTH PACIFIC.
On deck, forward and in the waist of the ship, the
men were busy at various tasks, burnishing brass-
work, making fast the lashings of the guns, overhaul-
ing rigging and such naval apparatus as the warrant
officers knew would be needed on this short cruise.
But few of the crew — over a hundred in all — were be-
low, although only the watch were actually on duty.
In passing one of the seamen, who was polishing
the rail, Oshima, on his way to the galley, accident-
ally hit the man with his elbow.
"Clear out, will you?" said the seaman with an
oath. At the same time he gave the little Jap a
shove that sent him reeling.
"Oh, take a fellow of your size, Sam ! " cried one
of the watch standing near.
"He ran into me! I '11 take him and you, too, if
you say much," retorted the first speaker morosely.
Two or three of the men paused on hearing the
angry words. The little stewards were favourites on
board, although the enlisted men looked down on
their calling.
Oshima's dark eyes had flashed at the rough
push and the sneering reply of the sailor. He
brushed his neat jacket where the former's hand
had touched it. Then he said quietly, "You can
strike, Sam Bolles, as an ass can kick. But you
could not throw me to the deck."
"Could n't I? " snarled Sam, dropping his hand-
"MAN OVERBOARD!" 21
ful of oily waste and springing to his feet. "We '11
see about that, you ! " and he called him an
ugly name.
Glancing about to see that no officer was watch-
ing, Oshima crouched low, and awaited the burly
seaman's onset. Sam rushed at him with out-
stretched hands and tried to seize him around the
waist, to dash his slight antagonist to the deck.
Had he succeeded, Oshima's usefulness to the
United States Navy would have ended then and
there. A dozen men gathered about the pair, and
more than one uttered a warning cry to the Japanese.
They need not have been alarmed, however, for the
safety of their small comrade.
Just as Sam's burly paws closed on his shoulders,
Oshima's dark, thin little hands shot out. He
caught the seaman's right arm, gave a lightning-like
twist, and with a cry of pain and rage the big fellow
went down in a heap on the deck. As the men ap-
plauded wildly and swung their caps, the Jap looked
a moment at his fallen foe with a smile of contempt,
then turned away, for the master-at-arms, hearing
the noise of the scuffle, was approaching. Sam,
however, was wild with rage. Scrambling to his
feet, he darted upon his late antagonist, caught up
the small figure in his powerful arms, and before
anybody could interfere, tossed him over the rail
into the sea.
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Lieut. Commander Rexdale, pacing the quarter-
deck and congratulating himself on the fine run the
Osprey was making, was suddenly aroused from his
professional meditations by the sound of cries from
the forward part of the ship. Annoyed by this
breach of discipline, he called sharply to one of the
ensigns, who was standing near, watching a distant
steamer through his glass, "Mr. Dobson, step for-
ward, please, and find out what that disturbance is
among the men "
But before Dobson could reach the head of the
ladder another confusion of shouts arose, followed
immediately by a rush of footsteps. At the same
time the commander felt the tremor of the screw's
motion die away, under his feet.
"Man overboard?" exclaimed Rexdale, with a
vexed frown. "I gave orders for the drill at four
bells, and three bells were struck only a few minutes
ago. Where is Mr. Staples?"
The executive officer was at that moment seen
hurrying aft, but the Jackies were before him.
They tumbled up the steps like mad, and flung
themselves into the starboard quarter-boat, which
had been left swinging outside from the davits for
the purposes of drill. Already the man on watch
at the taffrail had cut away the lashings of a patent
life-preserver and sent it into the sea, where it
floated with signals erect, far astern. The propeller
"MAN OVERBOARD!" 2$
was lashing the water into foam with its reversed
motion. The Osprey shook as she tried to overcome
her momentum; then, as the screw was stopped,
forged slowly ahead.
' ' Lively, now, men ! Let go ! Fend off ! " shouted
Dobson, whose station was in that boat at the "man
overboard" signal. "Oars! Let fall! Give way!"
And off went the boat, plunging and foaming over
the waves in the direction of the life-preserver,
which was now a quarter of a mile astern.
"Very well done, Mr. Staples," said Rexdale
approvingly. "But why," he added in a lower
tone, "did you have the drill at this hour, instead
of at four bells, as I ordered? "
1 ' Drill ? This is no drill, sir ! "
"No drill?"
"There is a man overboard, sir. One of the
Japanese waiters fell over the rail somehow. I
gave no orders for the drill, but that bugler is a
quick fellow and knows his business. The men like
the little Jap, and it put a heart into their work."
When Oshima struck the water his early training
(which will be referred to before long) stood him in
good stead. He rose to the surface and gave a few
quick strokes to ensure safety from the propeller;
then he turned on his back and tried to float.
There was too much ripple on the water for this,
and he was obliged to turn back upon his chest and
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maintain his position with as little exertion as pos-
sible, not struggling to reach the ship, which was
drawing rapidly away. He had seen the "man
overboard" drill many times, and was on the look-
out for the life-preserver, which was thrown just as
he turned for the second time. His clothes dragged
downward heavily, but in three minutes he reached
the buoy and clung to it, knowing that by this time
the men were in the boat and casting off.
It was perhaps ten minutes from the moment of
his falling into the sea when the white boat drew up
alongside and pulled both him and the life-preserver
out of the water. Five minutes later — the ship
having reversed her screw again, and backed toward
the boat — he was scrambling over on to the deck
and making for the little cabin he shared with Oto.
On the ship's log it was simply recorded that the
boy had "fallen overboard." Oshima was sharply
questioned by the officers, but he could not be in-
duced to tell how the accident happened. Sam
knew there were no talebearers among his mates
and felt safe. He made a surly apology to the little
chap, saying he was mad at having been thrown,
and that he had not meant to drown him. Oshima
thereupon bowed in a dignified way and went about
his work, serving the commander in his cabin that
night as usual.
Passing the Handkerchief Lightship, the Osprey
"MAN OVERBOARD!" 2$
dropped anchor with the lights of Nantucket twink-
ling far on her beam to the south and west. The
next morning preparations were made for target-
practice.
The target, tow-ed out and anchored by a whale-
boat, consisted of a triangular raft of boards sup-
ported at each corner by an empty barrel. On this
was stepped a mast twelve feet high, with a small
red flag at the top. Three leg-of-mutton sails, or
"wings," gave the craft the appearance, at a dis-
tance, of a small catboat under sail. The Osprey
now took her position — the distance and course
being plotted by officers in two boats — and steamed
at half-speed past the target at a distance of about
sixteen hundred yards.
The gun-crews were summoned to quarters, and
the firing begun with a six-pounder on the fore-
castle, followed by two three-pounders on the same
deck.
The big four-inch gun was then loaded, the
officers putting cotton in their ears to avoid injury.
The first shot, weighing between thirty and forty
pounds, was dropped a little to the right of the
target; the second fell just beyond it and to the
left.
"Fire on the top of the roll," cautioned the cap-
tain of the gun-crew, which comprised four of the
best gunners on the ship.
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The third shot fell short, and was duly so re-
corded, in a memorandum to be included in a report
to the Department.
As the disappointed gunner stepped back he saw
Oto, who, being a sort of privileged character, was
lingering close by, shake his head slightly.
"Perhaps you think you could do better, Jap! "
said the man sharply.
Oto nodded, but remained modestly silent.
"What, did you ever fire a heavy piece of ord-
nance?" asked Liddon, standing near to watch the
practice.
Oto nodded again. "I could hit that target," he
added simply, touching his cap and turning away.
"Stop," said the officer. He stepped toward the
bridge, and, saluting, said: "The Japanese yonder
says he is used to firing and could hit the target,
sir. Shall I let him try?"
Rexdale, who was closely noting the practice,
hesitated, it being the strict rule that no one out-
side the gun-crew should fire. He spoke in a low
tone to Staples, who laughed and said: "All right,
sir. It 's only one shot wasted, in any case."
"Let the boy sight the piece, and fire," ordered
the commander.
Oto touched his cap and adjusted the sighting ap-
paratus to his shoulder. His small hands fluttered
a moment around the delicate machinery ; then he
"MAN OVERBOARD!" 2*J
swung the great muzzle slightly upward and to the
right. The ship rose on a long swell, and just as it
hung on the crest came the roar of the great gun.
An instant's pause was followed by a cheer from
the men; for as the smoke drifted away, behold,
there was no target to be seen !
"He must have struck the base of the mast, true
as a hair! " exclaimed Rexdale, scanning the wreck
of the target through his glass. ' ' Well done, Oto ! "
The men crowded around the little fellow, clap-
ping him on the back.
"Just his luck! " growled Sam, who was one of
the gun- crew.
"Oh, let up, Sam! The boy has made a first-
class shot," said a grizzled old gunner. "Wait till
you have such luck yourself! "
"You will send a boat out to pick up what is left
of the target," ordered Rexdale, returning his
glasses to their case. "We 've no more time for
practice to-day. Get all your boats in and proceed,
if you please, Mr. Staples."
That night he sent for the executive and had a
long talk with him. There was something queer
about those two Japanese boys, Rexdale said. Did
Staples or any of the officers know anything about
them? Inquiries were made, and the waiters them-
selves were closely questioned, but no information
of importance could be gained. It was learned,
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indeed, that one of the ordinary seamen, Dick
Scupp by name, was more "chummy" with Oto
and Oshima than any one else on board. He was
a simple, long-legged, awkward young fellow from
northern Maine, who had enlisted at the outbreak
of the Spanish War, and had served before Santi-
ago, in the blockading squadron. He had taken a
fancy to Oshima, particularly, and it was he who
had rebuked Sam's rough treatment of his Japanese
friend, just before the wrestling-match. He knew
nothing, however, of the previous lives of the two
little foreigners.
Rexdale would hardly have been surprised at
Oto's skill in gunnery had he known that this meek
and gentle Japanese lad had passed through the
whole course at the Naval Academy at Annapolis,
graduating — under his full name, Makoto Owari —
in the first third of his class, just seven years before
Dave received his own commission !
CHAPTER III.
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THE rest of the cruise of the Osprey was without
special incident. Various drills were per-
formed until every movement was executed to the
officers' satisfaction. One of the most interesting
was the "fire drill." A succession of loud, hur-
ried strokes on the ship's bell brought the men
hurrying up from below. Some ran to the hose,
uncoiled it and coupled it to the pipes, others closed
ports and ventilators, boat crews repaired to their
stations, and in an almost incredibly short time
water was gushing from the nozzle of the hose into
the sea. Then there was ' ' Boats and away ! ' ' the
life-raft drill, signalling, and other manoeuvres.
Attention was paid to the slightest details, which
were executed with the wonderful precision that
characterises every naval movement. If the emer-
gency should really arise, in the midst of a storm or
under the enemy's fire, every man would know his
station and the exact duties he was to perform.
"Collision drill " and "setting up" finished the work
in that line for the day.
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During the afternoon land was near on both sides
of the vessel, as she pursued her course to the
north-west between Martha's Vineyard and the
mainland. Nobska Head and, three hours later,
Gay Head, were sighted and passed. Then the
Osprey stood directly for Cape Charles. Just at
sunset a heavy fog shut down.
" Three-quarters speed ! " ordered Ensign Liddon,
who was on the bridge.
"Three-quarters speed, sir," responded the quar-
termaster, throwing the indicators, which connected
with the engine-room, around to that point. At
about twelve knots an hour, or fifty-five revolutions
of the screw to a minute, the ship crept steadily
southward, with her whistle going twice a minute.
At ten o'clock full speed was resumed, for the stars
were out again.
The next day was fair, and the sun shone brightly
on the broad ocean, on the white ship, and on the
great steel gun which bore the inscription "Beth-
lehem"— the place where it was cast. "After all,
it 's a good peacemaker," said Lieutenant Staples,
as he made his inspection tour, accompanied by
Dr. Cutler. "There 's thirty-six hundred pounds
of peace," he added, patting the breech of the gun.
On the deck, near by, a kitten was tumbling about
in the sunshine. The men were engaged in mend-
ing, writing letters, and smoking idly.
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At about noon the lightship off Cape May was
left behind, and the Osprey started up Chesapeake
Bay. When she had proceeded to a point sixteen
miles below the mouth of the Potomac, she brought
up for the night, a light fog rendering navigation
difficult in those crowded waters. Early the next
morning the gunboat weighed anchor and got
under way. Just as she was turning into the Poto-
mac she sighted the battleship Indiana outward
bound with midshipmen on board in large numbers.
Staples immediately gave an order, and a string
of gay flags fluttered at the yard-arm above the
Osprey s decks. The signal was answered by the
battleship, and the executive reported to Rexdale,
"Permission to proceed, sir." When two ships of
the navy meet, this permission must always be ob-
tained from the one commanding officer who ranks
the other.
Up the broad, placid river the Osprey moved,
seeming to gain in size as the stream diminished ;
past wooded banks where cabins nestled in the
greenery, or statelier homes lifted their white pillars ;
past the little cove where Booth, the assassin of Pres-
ident Lincoln, landed after crossing the Potomac in
his mad flight ; on toward Washington. At the Prov-
ing Ground a boat was sent ashore with a telephone
message to Alexandria, ordering a tug-boat to meet
the war-ship for two or three miles' tow to her dock.
32 THE NORTH PACIFIC.
When the Osprey was opposite Mount Vernon, a
mournful strain from the bugle floated over the
water from the ship's forward deck. The ensign
was half-masted, every man on board faced the
shore and stood at salute, while the bell tolled
slowly until the sacred spot, the home of the great
American, was passed.
Not long afterward the tug appeared, made fast to
the gunboat, and towed her to the navy-yard wharf,
where she was to await orders for further movements.
During the week that followed, two events took
place which were destined to exert an important in-
fluence upon the subsequent history of the Osprey.
The first was the appearance of a new member of
the mess, Midshipman Robert Starr. He was a
cheery, good-natured young fellow, finishing his
Academy course; full of fun, and a great joker.
While the original ward-room mess were at first dis-
posed to regret, if not to resent, this addition to
their family, they soon liked him thoroughly, and,
indeed, he became popular from one end of the ship
to the other.
The other event of importance was a dinner given
by Lieut. Commander Rexdale on board his ship.
Among those who received invitations were the
Commandant of the Yard, with his wife and daugh-
ter; one or two officers from a torpedo-destroyer
then docked and out of commission ; Fred Larkin,
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who happened to be in Washington ; and two
young girls, nieces of a Government official of high
standing, Ethelwyn and Edith Black, aged respec-
tively sixteen and nineteen. These fair young
Anglo-Saxons were the guests of the commandant,
and on finding that they were included in the in-
vitation expressed their delight by seizing upon his
daughter Mary and executing a sort of triple waltz
around the room for fully five minutes.
"You see, dear," panted the younger Miss Black,
adjusting an amber pin which had fallen from her
sunny hair to the floor, "we 've never been on a
war-ship and have n't the least idea what it 's like.
Is n't that Captain Rexdale a dear! "
"There, there, Wynnie, do sit down and keep
still for two minutes," laughed her quieter hostess.
"You 've just about shaken me to bits. Yes,
Lieut. Commander Rexdale is nice, and so are the
rest of the officers of the Osprey. You '11 like Mr.
Liddon, I know."
"And will your mother go? ?'
"Of course she will. How could we accept, if
she were not to take care of us? "
"I don't need anybody to take care of me," re-
marked Wynnie demurely. " You '11 see how nicely
I '11 behave — like the kittens in the poem —
'Spoons in right paw, cups in left,
It was a pretty sight ! '
34 THE NORTH PACIFIC.
"You witch!'* said Mary, giving her a squeeze.
"I 've seen you 'behave nicely' before now!
Mother will have her hands full, for once."
"Who are the other officers?" asked Edith, from
the sofa.
"Oh, there's Ensign Dobson — he isn't very
lively, but he 's nice; Dr. Cutler, who will talk
with papa all the time about quarantine regulations
and the Red Cross ; and Mr. Ross, the paymaster,
I suppose. Oh, and I believe there 's a little mid-
shipman from the Naval Academy — I don't know
his name, for he has just been assigned to the ship."
Wynnie's eyes danced. "He '11 be dreadfully
bashful, I know. I shall consider it my duty to
entertain him, poor little thing! "
The dinner proved a great success. Larkin, of
course, kept his end of the table in a shout, while
young Starr was by no means too bashful to appre-
ciate Ethelwyn's fun. "Doc." Liddon talked poli-
tics with the civilian reporter, navy-yard gossip with
Mrs. Commandant, international complications with
her husband, and nonsense, flavoured with dry wit,
with Edith. Dobson told the story of his rescue
from the hazing party at the Academy, and brought
down the house as he described his position when
Norman Holmes and Dave Rexdale came on the
scene — standing on his head, with his tormentors
pouring cold water down his trousers-leg.
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Then Dave himself was called on for the tale of
his boat-wreck on the lonely Desertas, near Madeira,
when he and "Sandy" barely escaped with their
lives.
The cabin of the Osprey was prettily decorated
with ferns and flowers, and there was little to sug-
gest warfare, the roar of cannon, the cries of the
fierce combatants, in its dainty appointments. It
fell about, however, that, as was natural, the con-
versation at length turned to the navies of the great
nations, and, in comparison, that of the United
States.
"Where do we stand, among the other Powers —
in point of naval strength, I mean? " asked some one.
The commandant had excused himself on the
plea of important duty, and had returned to his
office on the Yard. Oddly enough, it was the civil-
ian that answered the question, before any one else
could recall the figures
"We are fifth in rank," said Larkin, helping him-
self to a banana. "If we carry out our present
rather indefinite plans we shall be, by 1908, the
third in strength, possibly the second, with only
England ahead of us."
"Do you happen to remember the approximate
number of large ships in the English navy? " asked
Dobson.
"I 'm sorry to say I do not," replied the reporter.
36 THE NORTH PACIFIC.
"I do," put in Ensign Liddon, who had had time
to collect his thoughts and statistics. "England
has two hundred and one, not counting gunboats,
torpedo-boats, and other small craft "
"Small! Do you call this ship small?" cried
Ethelwyn indignantly.
"She 'd look like a kitten beside her mother if a
first-class battleship ranged alongside," laughed
Liddon. "Well, I was about to add that France
has ninety-six big ships, Russia fifty-nine, and Ger-
many seventy-three. The United States has only
sixty-five."
"How many has Japan?" inquired Rexdale
significantly. Just behind his shoulder a pair of
dark, obliquely-set eyes flashed at the question.
"Forty-four, I believe. She would have a poor
show at sea against Russia's fifty-nine."
"Oshima, there, does n't seem to agree with
you," said Dr. Cutler lightly, nodding in the direc-
tion of the steward.
All eyes were turned to the little Japanese, who
drew back modestly.
"Well, boy, speak your mind for once," said
Rexdale. "What do you think about the chances
of Nippon against the Russian Bear?"
"I was t' inking," said Oshima, whose English
was not quite as perfect as his comrade's, "of man
behind gun,"
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The phrase was already a favourite in the navy,
and a round of hearty applause followed the diminu-
tive waiter as he retired in some confusion.
"Let 's go on deck," suggested Starr. "It 's
getting pretty hot down here."
The commander 'set the example by rising, and
the whole party adjourned to the quarter-deck,
where chairs had been placed for them. The
gentlemen lit their cigars, "not (Starr gravely re-
marked) because they wanted to, but purely to keep
the mosquitoes away from the ladies."
Overhead the June stars were shining, lights
flashed across the river, and distant shouts came
softly over the water. The young people sprang to
their feet and declared they must walk a bit. What
they talked about as they paced to and fro — Bob
Starr with Wynnie, Liddon with Edith, and Dob-
son with Mary — is of no consequence. It is probable
that the two sisters explained to their respective
escorts that in the early fall they expected to travel
to India, China, and Japan, going via San Fran-
cisco, and returning through Europe. Whereupon
it is more than likely that the young gentlemen in
white duck expressed themselves as plunged in
despair at the prospect of having to remain on the
North Atlantic Station, with even a vague and dis-
gusting possibility of "shore duty" for one or both!
Meanwhile the older members of the party
38 THE NORTH PACIFIC.
renewed the conversation which had been broken
off when the girls rose from table.
"If we are to keep up with foreign Powers," said
Dr. Cutler, striking his hand upon his knee, "much
more if we are to pass any of them in naval rank,
we must hurry up our ship-builders. Germany ex-
pects her battleship in commission in three years
and a half from the day when the keel is down.
We have one under construction now that was
begun over five years ago."
"What does a modern battleship cost? " asked the
older lady, who was one of the quarter-deck group.
"About eight million dollars," replied Rexdale.
"And a right lively war costs the country a million
dollars a day, in round numbers."
"And all of it absolutely consumed, burnt up,
eaten, thrown away," added the doctor. "It is
not like expenses for construction; it is all for
destruction."
"My idea of a good-sized navy's mission is to
keep the peace, so that there '11 be no war," put in
Staples, who had been rather silent thus far.
"Staples was the only man in our Plebe class who
actually fought a battle with a second-year man,"
laughed Dave. "I like to hear him preach peace! "
"Perhaps you remember," said the other grimly,
"that no more fights were necessary. One good
upper-cut on that fellow's jaw won peace for the
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whole crowd. If Dewey had n't sunk the Spanish
fleet at Manila we might have been fighting the
Dons to this day."
"Will the Japs fight Russia, do you think?"
asked Larkin. "I/ they do, that may mean a job
for 'yours truly.' '
"Certainly it looks like trouble over there," said
Rexdale soberly. "The Russians are steadily ad-
vancing to the Pacific — already they have one hand
on Vladivostock and the other on Port Arthur.
Japan, crowded in its little group of islands just out
of sight of Korea, feels the danger and the menace.
Both nations have been preparing for a big war for
years, I am told."
"But Russia enormously outnumbers the Japan-
ese," said Dr. Cutler. "She has an army, they
say, of four and a half million men, against Japan's
six hundred thousand
"Aye, but where are those four millions?" put in
Rexdale warmly. "Separated from the fighting
line, which we can call Korea and the coast of
Manchuria, by six thousand miles, with only a
single-track railroad between Moscow and Port
Arthur. The Japs could handle them one at a time
like the Spartans at — at — where was it ? "
"Thermopylae, sir," remarked Doc. Liddon, who
had paused a moment in his walk, attracted by the
commander's earnestness.
40 THE NORTH PACIFIC.
"Thanks — Greek history never was my strong
point at school! " said Dave with a good-humoured
laugh. Then, resuming: "As to the Russian navy,
matters would be just as bad. Half her ships at
least must be in the Baltic to protect her home
ports "
Before he could proceed further, an interruption
occurred. An orderly mounted the steps to the
quarter-deck and with the usual stiff salute handed
Rexdale a letter, marked "Important and Imme-
diate."
The commander broke open the envelope. He
had no sooner read the few lines it contained than
he sprang to his feet.
"Madam," he said abruptly but courteously,
"and gentlemen, I am sorry to bring our pleasant
party to an end, but my orders leave me no choice.
Mr. Staples, I must see you and the rest of the
officers at once in my cabin. Orderly, attend the
ladies through the Yard. Good-night, all! "
Hurriedly the girls ran below for their wraps,
wondering what the mysterious orders could be that
compelled them to retire so early and brought that
new ring to the commander's tones. They bade
good-night to the young officers, who would fain
have escorted them to their home, but Rexdale was
obliged to refuse his permission.
"Good-night! good-night! We shall see you
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again soon!" called the girlish voices from the
wharf, while their late companions swung their hats
gallantly on the deck of the Osprey.
"Gentlemen," said Rexdale in grave, earnest
tones, when they .were all gathered once more in
the cabin, "I have important news for you. We
are ordered to coal and take on stores and ammuni-
tion for sea without delay, sailing one week from
to-day, if possible. You will see that this is done
promptly, and that every man reports for duty to-
morrow, all shore leave being withdrawn.
Not a man there but longed to ask, "What is
our port of destination?" but discipline prevailed.
Their lips remained closed. They were no longer a
party of young fellows chatting and laughing gaily
as they performed their pleasant social duties and
joked with their merry guests; they were officers
in the United States Navy, ready for the duty at
hand ; willing to go to the ends of the earth, to
encounter danger in its most appalling forms, to
give their lives, if need be, for their country. Si-
lence settled for a moment over the group.
"If I could I would tell you, without reserve,
where we are bound; but I do not know myself,"
added Rexdale. "There are new complications in
the far East — that is all I know. We sail under
sealed orders, to be opened at sea, twenty-four
hours out."
42 THE NORTH PACIFIC.
He rose from his chair, to signify that the inter-
view was ended. As the officers filed out to their
respective quarters, the pantry door, which, though
no one noticed it, had been slightly ajar, closed
noiselessly. Behind it were two Japanese, grasping
each other's hands and looking into each other's
eyes. Their breath came quickly; their eyes
glowed.
"Banzai!" they whispered. " Teikoku banzai!
Long live the Empire! "
CHAPTER IV.
UNCLE SAM'S PACKING.
WHEN the family of a citizen in private life
makes up its mind to a long journey to
foreign shores, great is the confusion, and multitu-
dinous the errands and minor purchases for the trip ;
trunks, half-packed, block the sitting-room and
hall-ways; Polly flies up-stairs and down dis-
tractedly, Molly spends hours uncounted (but not
uncharged-for) at the dressmaker's, Dick burns
midnight oil over guide-books and itineraries, and
even paterfamilias feels the restlessness and turmoil
of the times, and declaims against extravagance as
the final packing discloses the calls that are to be
made upon his bank account.
If a vacation trip for a single family is productive
of such a month of busy preparation, what must be
the commotion on a war-ship starting for the Far
East, with a crew of one or two hundred men and
only a week allowed for packing !
The officers and enlisted men of the Osprey had
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44 THE NORTH PACIFIC.
their hands full in the days that followed the ban-
quet.
In ordinary times it takes one hundred skilled
men a full week to stow away provisions, supplies,
ammunition, coal, and the thousand and one minor
articles that are needed on board one of the larger
war-ships. The ship's crew lend a hand, but they
operate only under the direction of the staff of
trained stevedores which is kept on duty at the
Navy Yard.
Everything must be put away "snug and ship-
shape" ; and goods are "stowed snug" where they
occupy the least possible space, for every inch
counts in the narrow limits of a ship. Then, too,
they must be so stevedored that they will keep their
original positions during the rolling and pitching of
the vessel in a seaway.
More than this is required. There must be per-
fect order with the greatest degree of safety attain-
able. Inflammable or explosive substances must
not be stowed together, and the arrangement must
be such that any article needed can be reached on
the instant. Emergenices often arise in which the
safety of the ship itself is dependent on having
needed appliances or material in the hands of certain
officers without a moment's delay. It may be
nothing more than a case of oil, or it may be the
duplicate of some broken rod, bolt, or plate of the
UNCLE SAM'S PACKING. 45
r
delicate mechanism of the great propelling engine
or of the dynamo, which is the very life centre of
the modern war-ship.
Paterfamilias, grumbling at the shopping memo-
randum of his wife and daughters on the eve of
their Mediterranean vacation trip, would gasp at
the list which Uncle Sam must fill, for a long cruise
of one of his naval vessels. Here is a single order
sent to one wholesale house on the Osprey's account,
that week in June: Loaf sugar, brown sugar, pow-
dered sugar, fair molasses, Ceylon tea, Hyson tea,
Java coffee, Rio coffee, smoked ham, American
rice, breakfast bacon, lambs' tongues, pigs' feet,
corned beef, corned pork, leaf lard, dried peas, dried
beans, coffee extract, chiccory, chocolate, Swiss
cheese, English cheese, New York dairy cheese,
canned tomatoes, canned peaches, canned onions,
canned asparagus, canned peas, canned corn, canned
beets, olives and olive oil, sauces and catsups, oat-
meal and flour, limes and lemons, fruit jellies,
condensed meats, beef extracts, Jamaica ginger,
mustard and spices, cigars and tobacco, corn-meal
and hominy, sago and tapioca, crackers and biscuits,
lime juice, fresh and limed eggs, baking powder,
canned cherries, canned plums, canned pears, canned
rhubarb, dried apples, canned salmon, canned
oysters, canned clams, sardines, canned lobster,
canned mackerel, canned codfish, kippered herring,
46 THE NORTH PACIFIC.
Yarmouth bloaters, canned ox tongues, canned
tripe, canned mutton, canned chicken, canned tur-
key, canned soups, condensed milk, canned pickles,
vinegar, salt, pepper, canned mushrooms, macaroni,
vermicelli, laundry soap, toilet soap, sapolio, starch
and blue, insect powder, candles, safety matches,
stationery, rope and twine, smoking pipes, tubs and
washboards, chloride of lime, ammonia, alcohol and
paints, shoe blacking, sewing machines.
From this partial list an idea may be formed of
the extent and variety of the supplies that go to a
modern war-ship. The clothing, medical and me-
chanical departments of the Osprey 's outfit are not
included, and each in itself would make a long roll.
Of course the delicacies mentioned above are for the
officers' use alone. When in port or on a short
cruise the sailors get fresh meat, bread, fruit, vege-
tables and milk. On a long voyage their staple is
"salt horse, hard tack, and boot-leg," which, being
translated, is corned beef or pork, with crackers and
black coffee. They receive frequently, too, oatmeal
and rice, hot rolls and tea.
It will be noted that the important items of ice
and fresh water do not appear in the list of supplies.
Neither is taken aboard from the outside. The ship
condenses fresh water pumped in from the sea by
ingenious machinery contrived for the purpose, and
the supply is limitless. From this fresh water ice is
UNCLE SAM'S PACKING. 47
manufactured in any quantity desired, and no
properly appointed modern war-ship is now without
its ice-plant. It is for the manufacture of ice that
ammonia is so largely shipped.
In the general disposition of the stores and sup-
plies the articles likely to be needed for immediate
use are usually stored forward under the berth deck.
Such stores as cloth and made-up wearing apparel
go in the lower hold, and there are also nearly all
the magazines, guncotton, and torpedo-heads, if the
ship carries them.
The coal bunkers on the Osprey were located be-
tween the engines and boilers and the hull of the
vessel, at a point a little abaft of midship. Thus
the coal afforded protection to the machinery from
projectiles aimed at the most vital part of the ship.
Such inflammable liquids as oil and alcohol are
never stowed below.
Allusion has been made to the "life centre" of
the vessel. This has been well described as the
throbbing heart of every war-ship in the navy ; the
wires radiating from it like veins and arteries through
which flow the life and intelligence which direct the
movements of ship and crew.
Innumerable electric lamps light the cabins,
engine-rooms, magazines, conning towers and decks,
while a finger's pressure on a knob, or the turn of a
tiny handle, throws a flood of radiance streaming out
48 THE NORTH PACIFIC.
into the black night, disclosing the enemy and ren-
dering futile his attack or escape as the case may be.
Other wires operate telegraph, telephone, and signal
from the bridge, or move compartment doors,
massive guns, and, on a battle-ship the huge turrets
themselves.
With a ship elaborately wired one chance shot of
the enemy may thus prove fatal. If a shell should
happen to force its terrible way into the dynamo
room and explode there, the guns would cease firing,
every light would be extinguished, every officer cut
off from rapid communication with his men ; and the
delay consequent on this derangement would give
the enemy, quivering with light and life, time to
pour her tons of steel projectiles into the helpless,
groping victim until she foundered.
At the end of the sixth day, the Osprey was ready
for sea. Her men, her stores, supplies, coal and
ammunition were on board, well stowed. Rexdale
drew a long breath of relief, and Paymaster Ross
another, as the last account was filed that night.
The commander wrote a long letter to his wife,
Hallie, before retiring. She was visiting friends in
the West, and he had no opportunity to see her
before starting on what was doubtless to be a cruise
to the other side of the world. This is a part of a
naval officer's life. "Detached," from this place to
that, from one ship, or one duty, to another, says
UNCLE SAM'S PACKING.
49
the brief naval report. The officer receives his
written orders, and if his heart aches a little, under
his blue uniform, no one knows it but the one who
receives the good-bye letter, hurriedly sent by the
despatch-boat or the orderly ; and he is ready for the
new post.
Paymaster Ross, meanwhile, is busy with half a
hundred lists and receipts and accounts. He it is
who knows accurately the pay of every man on
board. Look over his shoulder and read in his
"Register " of current date the salaries that our Na-
tional Uncle pays to his nephews for naval services :
RANK.
ON SEA DUTY.
ON SHORE.
Admiral (George Dewey) . .
jfjiq CQO
$11 5OO
Rear Admirals :
First Nine
7 5OO
6 T7K,
Second Nine
5COO
4 6?*?
Chiefs of Bureaus
e CQO
3, S.OO
2.Q75
Commanders
•7 OOO
2 CCQ
Lieutenant-Commanders
2 ^OO
2 12s?
Lieutenants . ...
I 800
i mo
Lieutenants, Junior Grade
I ^OO
I 'iOO
1,400
I IQO
It is to be remembered that, in addition to the
amounts given in this table, all the officers men-
tioned (below the grade of rear-admiral) are entitled
by the present laws to "ten per cent, upon the full
yearly pay of their grades for each and every period
4
50 THE NORTH PACIFIC.
of five years' service, as increase for length of serv-
ice, or 'longevity pay.' ' Still, thirty-five hundred
dollars, even with that additional "longevity pay,"
does not seem a very large salary for the commander
of a battle-ship at sea and perhaps under fire from
day to day !
Warrant officers, namely boatswains, gunners,
carpenters, sailmakers, pharmacists and warrant
machinists are paid (for sea duty) from $1200 a year
for the first three years after date of appointment,
to $1800 after twelve years' service.
Chief petty officers, including Chief Master-at-
arms, Chief Boatswain's Mate, Chief Gunner's Mate,
Chief Yeoman, Hospital Steward, Bandmaster, and
a few others, draw pay ranging from $50 to $70 a
month. The pay of first-class petty officers, of
whom there are about twenty varieties, is from $36
to $65 a month ; that of second-class petty officers
a trifle less; and that of third-class petty officers
$30 a month.
First-class seamen receive $24, seamen gunners
$26, and firemen $35. Second-class or "ordinary"
seamen draw $19 a month, and third-class seamen,
including apprentices and landsmen, have to be
content with $16.
Oto and Oshima, as regular cabin stewards, were
paid $50 a month ; and the wages for this sort of
service on a war-ship run from that sum down to
UNCLE SAM'S PACKING. 5 1
the pay of the mess attendants, which is the same
as that of apprentice seamen.
Just as Dave Rexdale finished his letter to Hallie
the orderly entered and announced Fred Larkin,
who had been unexpectedly detained in Washington.
"I 've been making inquiries, Dave," said the
reporter, when the marine had retired, "and I can't
see any reason for your sudden orders. A number
of our ships are to rendezvous at Kiel next week,
to take part in a naval review. It may be that you
are bound to German waters. If so, give my re-
spects to the Kaiser ! ' '
Rexdale shook his head. "I don't believe Kiel is
our port of destination, Fred," he said. " There 'd
hardly be time for us to get over there before the
end of the review, even if we made a regular
4 Oregon ' voyage of it. I 'm afraid it 's a longer
cruise than that. Who knows what is going on at
St. Petersburg or in Tokio? "
"Right you are," acquiesced Larkin. "I
should n't be surprised to receive orders myself,
any day, to start for Japan or Korea. Of course I
should go by way of San Francisco. If there 's to
be any lively unpleasantness over there, the Bulletin
wants a front seat, sure! "
"Well, I hope we shall meet there, old fellow,"
laughed the commander, "though the United States
will of course have nothing to do with the scrap.
52 THE NORTH PACIFIC.
Still, it 's as well to have a few of Uncle Sam's war-
ships on that station or near by — say at Cavite."
"If war breaks out between Russia and Japan,"
said Larkin, rising, after a little more conversation
of this sort, "the big European Powers may be in-
volved any day, with China as an uncertain force
just behind the scenes. You know France is bound
to take a hand if two nations attack Russia, and
England has the same agreement with Japan. China
will do lots of mischief, if she does n't play in her
own back yard."
At daylight the Osprey cast off her moorings, and
dropping down the quiet Potomac, started on her
long voyage.
CHAPTER V.
OTO.'S STRANGE VISIT.
IN N. Latitude 36° Longitude 72° W. from Green-
wich, the commander of the Osprey opened his
sealed instructions, and, having glanced over the
lines, read them aloud to his subordinate officers,
as follows:
" WASHINGTON, D. C.
"Sir:
"Having your coal-bunkers full, and being in all
respects ready for sea, in accordance with previous
directions, you will proceed with vessel under your
command to the port of Hongkong, China, where
you will report to the commander of the North
Pacific Squadron. If his flagship should be at
Manila, Shanghai, or any other port at the time of
your arrival, you will follow him to that port with-
out delay, and report as above. In view of the
present critical state of affairs in the East, and the
attitude of Russia and Japan, the Osprey should
proceed with all possible dispatch. The crew is to
be constantly drilled, the passage of the ship not to
be delayed thereby. You will follow the usual
route by way of Gibraltar and the Suez Canal, and
will call at Malta (Valetta) for further instructions.
"Very respectfully,
" , Secretary.
"LIEUTENANT-COMMANDER DAVID REXDALE,
"Commanding U. S. S. Osprey.
"(Through Commandant, Navy Yard, Washing-
ton)."
53
54 THE NORTH PACIFIC.
A half-suppressed cheer broke from the circle of
blue-coated officers around the cabin table, as Rex-
dale concluded his reading.
" There 's nothing said about ammunition," ob-
served Stapleton, significantly.
"The Department knows that our magazines are
well provided," said Rexdale. "I reported on all
classes of ammunition just before we sailed from
Boston."
"Shall we have a chance to use it? — that 's the
question," put in the young midshipman. "Oh, I
do hope there '11 be a scrimmage! "
"We 're at peace with every nation on the globe,"
remarked Paymaster Ross with emphasis. "How
can there be a fight? We 've nothing to do with
the quarrel between Japan and Russia."
"I hope the little fellows will win out, if there 's
war coming, ' ' exclaimed Dr. Cutter heartily. "I'm
always in favour of the under dog."
"Who is the under dog? The Japs have the
enormous advantage of a home base," said Staple-
ton. "I don't know enough of the situation to be
sure which to sympathise with, big, sturdy Russia
with all Asia between him and St. Petersburg, or
snappy, shrewd little Nippon. Perhaps there won't
be any war, after all. ' '
"I don't see that we are in it, anyway," said
Rexdale, rising. "Probably all our ship will have
OTO'S STRANGE VISIT. 55
to do will be to hang round on guard, and protect
American interests "
"And be ready for squalls!" finished the irre-
pressible Starr, as the group filed out of the cabin,
while the commander repaired to his stateroom to
plot the course for Gibraltar.
The fact that the Osprey was bound for Pacific
waters soon spread through the ship. Most of the
jackies were delighted, and were enthusiastic over
the prospect of a "scrap" with somebody, they did
not much care whom. A heated discussion arose,
forward, as to the merits of the two nations which
were supposed to be preparing for war. In the
midst of the excited talk a black-and-white kitten
made her way into the group and gave a careless
little lap with her rough tongue at a hand which
was braced against the deck. The hand, a rough
and knotty one, taking no notice of her attentions,
she drew her sharp little claws playfully across it.
This time the owner of the hand, who was no
other than Sam Bolles, started so suddenly that
he almost rolled over; then, vexed at the laugh-
ter which greeted him, he caught the kitten up
savagely and swung his arm as if about to throw it
overboard.
Now Sneezer, the kitten, was a special pet of
Dick Scupp. Dick gave a roar at seeing the danger
of the animal, and flung himself bodily upon Sam,
56 THE NORTH PACIFIC.
who went over backward in a heap, relinquishing
the kitten (fortunately for her) as he did so.
" Well, I never seed sech kids fer quarrelin'," said
old Martin, the gunner, philosophically watching
the two men as they rolled about the deck, scatter-
ing kits and boxes and bringing up against the shins
of more than one of their comrades. "Come off,
Sam, and let the youngster alone ! Let go, will you
(for Sam was pulling Dick's stringy locks with
vigour)? Here comes Jimmy Legs. Let him up,
Dick!"
"Jimmy Legs," whose real name was Hiram
Deering, was chief master-at-arms. The duties of
his office, on a war-ship, are perhaps more multi-
farious than that of any man on board. He is an
enlisted man, rated a chief petty officer, and wears
the eagle rating-badge. Forward of the mainmast
his word is law at any hour of the day or night.
Aft, his word is taken by the commander, the ex-
ecutive, and by all other officers.
The mettle in a chief master-at-arms, or "Jimmy
Legs," as he is universally known among the men,
is always thoroughly known aft before he is rated.
He need not be a bully, but he must be a natural
"master of the situation," and of men, in an emer-
gency as well as in the routine of navy life. The
Legs is privileged to take matters into his own
hands, up forward, when occasion demands. If
OTO'S STRANGE VISIT. 57
necessity arises for him to knock a man down, it is
the business of Legs to know how to do it with
science and despatch.
The master-at-arms of an American war-ship is
always a man who *has seen many years of service in
the navy, and passed through most of the inferior
ratings of the enlisted men. He is a man whose
blue-jacket experience has taught him every trick of
the naval sailor, every phase of forecastle life.
Hiram could neither be cajoled nor outwitted. He
was stern with evil-doers, but was the most popular
man forward, in the Osprey.
At dawn Jimmy Legs's duties begin, when the men
turn out to clean ship. The chief boatswain's mate
is nominally the "boss" of the job, but it is Legs
who sees that the men do not growl or quarrel at their
work, as sleepy men will at such an hour and task.
Mess gear for breakfast is piped. The men rush
to the tables. A bluejacket with shoes on steps on
the foot of the bluejacket who is shoeless. Biff-
bang! The Legs may be 'way aft on the poop
watching the after-guard sweepers at their work;
but he is a man of instinct. In a dozen bounds he
is at the scene of the scrap.
Chuck it ! The Legs ! " is the word there.
The scrappers break away, and when the Legs
shows up they are seated side by side at their mess
table, quietly taking morning coffee.
58 THE NORTH PACIFIC.
It is the business of Jimmy Legs to make a tour
of inspection through the ship just before "morning
quarters." The ship is then supposed to be in
shape for the commanding officer's approval, and
the men's wearing-gear all stowed away in ditty
bags. It never is. There is always to be found a
shirt hastily thrown here, a shoe lying loose there,
a neckerchief and lanyard hanging over a ditty-box.
This gear the Legs gathers in impartially, no matter
to whom it belongs, and thrusts into the "Lucky
Bag ' ' (which is generally known by a far more op-
probrious epithet), which he keeps for that purpose.
The only way the owner of the gear may get it
back is by reporting himself at the mast, that is, to
the commanding officer, for remissness in stowing
gear, which means, generally, a lopping off of liberty
privileges. Every month the contents of the bag of
gear thus accumulated are sold aboard at auction to
the highest bidder among the jackies.
Finally, there is hardly a day in port that the
Legs is not sent ashore along toward noon to hunt
up derelicts. These are liberty-breakers carousing
in town regardless of the fact that their services
aboard are needed, and that punishment awaits
them when they return for overstaying their leaves.
Jimmy Legs is called for by the commander and
gets a list of the men to be returned.
Into the steam-cutter hops Legs, and away he
OTO'S STRANGE VISIT. 59
goes after the derelicts. He generally returns with
them. He may be gone for some hours, or for a
day, but when he comes off to the ship, in shore
boat or cutter, he has the men he went after along
with him.
So much for Jimmy Legs, whose never-ending and
varied duties Hiram Deering, a grizzled old man-o'-
warsman, performed most admirably on the Osprey.
The two men were pulled apart and the others
had hardly gathered up their scattered ditty-bags
and personal belongings when a commotion was
observed among the officers on the bridge. They
were gazing through their glasses at a puff of smoke
on the north-western horizon. In the course of
fifteen minutes it had grown to a small-sized cloud.
"She must have legs, to overhaul us in this way,"
observed Ensign Dobson, with his binocular at his
eyes. "How much were we making at the last log,
quartermaster? "
"Fifteen strong, sir."
"Then that fellow 's doing a good twenty," added
the officer. "Can you make him out, Mr. Liddon? "
"It looks to me like a 'destroyer/ " replied the
other, readjusting the lenses of his glass. "It 's a
rather small, black craft, walking up on us hand
over fist."
"Bo'sun!" called Dobson to a man who stood
near on the lower deck.
60 THE NORTH PACIFIC.
"Yes, sir!"
"Set the ensign."
"Aye, aye, sir! "
"There goes his flag!" said Dobson, excitedly.
"I can't make out what it is, but we '11 soon
know. Shall I slow down a bit, sir? " he asked the
lieutenant-commander, who had joined the other
officers on the bridge.
"Not yet," said Rexdale. "We can't afford to
tie up for every fellow that wants to speak us. Let
him come up. He '11 signal his business soon, if
he 's really after us."
The stranger approached rapidly, and could now
be seen with the naked eye, as was attested by the
watch on deck lining the bulwarks. There was no
apprehension, as the United States had no enemies
afloat ; still the appearance, so far out at sea, of an
unknown vessel bearing down swiftly on the Osprey,
was enough to attract the lively attention of fore-
castle as well as cabin.
The kitten episode was quite forgotten, as the
men thronged to the rail.
"Ah," exclaimed a brawny Irishman, waving his
bare arm in the direction of the stranger, "w'ot a
pity it ain't war-toimes now! Sure it 's a lovely bit
av a foight we 'd be lookin' for, wid that smoker! "
"War nothin* ! " retorted the old gunner. "I 'm
willin' to keep me arms and legs on fur a while
OTO'S STRANGE VISIT. 6 1
longer. What 's the use o' bein' shot to pieces,
anyway ! ' '
"Why don't he h'ist his ens'n? " growled another
of the crew. "Manners is manners, I say."
"It is h'isted," said Scupp, "only ye can't see it,
'cos it blows straight out forrard on this west wind
he 's comin' afore. The officers up there '11 soon
be makin' it out, I reckon."
But the uniformed group on the bridge had no
such easy task. They scrutinised the flag again and
again, without success.
"I can't make the thing out," said Dobson,
lowering the glasses, "can you, Mr. Liddon?"
' ' Can't say I can. It blew out once, and looked like
nothing I ever saw before — a sort of twenty-legged
spider in the centre. It 's like nothing I ever saw in
these waters. If we were on the Asiatic coast "
"Who has the sharpest eyes among the men,
quartermaster? " enquired the commander.
"I rather think, sir, them Japs can see the
farthest."
"Orderly," ordered Rexdale, beckoning to a
marine on duty, "find one of the cabin stewards
and send him to the bridge at once."
Hardly a minute elapsed before Oto glided grace-
fully up the ladder and saluted.
"Take these glasses and see if you can make out
that fellow's ensign," said Rexdale.
62 THE NORTH PACIFIC.
Oto lifted the binocular to his slanting eyes and
picking up the approaching steamer gave it a swift
glance. A moment sufficed. Then he returned the
glasses to the commander, his face alight.
"Japanese, sir," he said simply. "That the
flag of Japanese navy."
"Dobson so far forgot his dignity as to slap his
thigh.
"That 's so!" he exclaimed. "I remember it
well enough now. What on earth can a Jap torpedo
destroyer want in these waters ? ' '
"We shall soon find out — where 's that boy?
Gone already? Of course it excites him to see a
part of his own navy so near. Stand by for signals,
Mr. Dobson. Have your man ready, and get out
your book." Dave's eyes were again scrutinising
the approaching vessel as he gave the orders.
When the stranger was within about half a
mile she rounded to a course parallel with that of
the Osprey, showing her long, vicious hull, black
and low in the water; and slowed down to keep
from running away from the American ship. Pre-
sently a line of small flags fluttered up to her
masthead.
Dobson examined them closely through the glass,
then turned to his signal-book. "One — three —
seven — five — here she is — the Kiku — that 's Jap for
Chrysanthemum, is n't it? Run up the answering
OTO'S STRANGE VISIT. 63
pennant, signalman. Then haul it down and set
our number."
The introduction having thus been politely per-
formed, the Kiku, first answering the Osprey's num-
ber, hoisted another line of flags.
"H'm, they have our signals pat," muttered
Dobson, turning the leaves of his book. "Here it
is, Captain. 'Wish to communicate. Have mes-
sage for — ' for whom I wonder? Answer, signal-
man. There goes the second half of the signal:
'man on board your ship.' Well, that 's cool!
What shall we reply, sir? "
"Answer: 'Send boat with message— hurry,' '
said Dave, frowning. "I don't like to stop, but
the message may be important. I suppose it 's for
me, only the Japanese don't know enough to say
so. Slow down, quartermaster. "
"Slow, sir." And the indicator swung to that
mark.
"Half speed."
"Half speed, sir."
"Now, full stop."
"Full stop, sir," and the engines of the Osprey
were still.
The Kiku had taken similar measures, and chang-
ing her course, approached to within a hundred
rods.
Down came her starboard quarter-boat, with
64 THE NORTH PACIFIC.
beautiful precision. The oars fell together as the
boat left the ship's side, and started toward the
Osprey.
A ladder was thrown over, but the Japanese
stopped abruptly, backing water when two or three
boats' lengths distant, and turning, rowed a slow
stroke to keep abreast the gangway of the gunboat,
which had not lost her way. The officer in charge
rose to his feet and raised his cap courteously.
"You have Japanese on board, sir, name Oto?"
he called out.
"Yes, sir. What of it?"
"My captain wish to see him."
Rexdale gave a little start of irritation. "Leave
your message for the boy," he shouted. "He 's
my cabin steward. I can't hold my ship for him to
visit you."
While this conversation was in progress, a slight,
diminutive figure had glided into the crowd of men
overhanging the rail on the deck below. On hear-
ing Rexdale's answer he called out a few rapid
words in his own language to the officer in the boat.
The latter answered, and the boat lay up alongside.
Before any one realized what Oto was about, he had
climbed the rail like a monkey and dropped into the
strange boat, which immediately headed for the
Kiku.
"Here!" shouted Rexdale, angrily, "What are
OTO CLIMBED THE RAIL LIKE A MONKEY.
OTCTS STRANGE VISIT. 65
you about? Bring back that boy! He belongs to
my ship ! ' '
The Japanese officer half turned in his seat, waved
his hat most courteously, and spoke to his men;
with the result that they pulled harder than ever.
"Start her! " cried out Rexdale, furious with rage.
"Start her, sir," repeated the phlegmatic quarter-
master, throwing over the electric indicator.
"Full speed ahead!"
"Full speed ahead, sir."
"Now port your helm ! Look sharp ! "
"Port, sir."
But by the time the Osprey had fair steerage-way
the stranger, veering in to shorten the distance, had
picked up her boat and was pouring volumes of
black smoke from her funnels as she too forged
ahead. Her bows slowly swung to the northward.
The captain on her bridge waved his hat.
Dave set his teeth hard. "I 'd like to send a
shot across her bows! " he muttered, glaring at the
audacious destroyer which was plainly running away
from them. The jackies looked up eagerly at him,
with their hands on the breach of the four-inch rifle ;
not a few fists were shaken at the departing stranger.
It was a temptation, but the commander over-
came it.
"It won't do to open fire, just for a steward," he
said to his subordinates, who were standing at his
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side with scowling faces. "On her course, quarter-
master ! ' '
"On her course, sir. East by south, quarter
south."
"It 's a regular insult," stormed Liddon, for once
shaken out of his regularly calm demeanour. "It 's
abduction on the high seas! It 's piracy, that 's
what it is!"
"More like the press-gang," said Dobson,
laconically.
"Well," said Rexdale, after a pause, "Japan will
have to apologise for that little performance when
we ' ve reached a cable port. ' '
"Is Oto an American citizen? " enquired Liddon.
"I 'm afraid not. I never heard him speak of
naturalisation."
"Then I suppose it 's hardly an international epi-
sode," said the other, recovering his usual dignity
of speech. ' ' Perhaps the boy is an escaped criminal.
At worst, I 'm afraid the captain of the Kiku has
only been guilty of bad manners."
"I shall report the incident to the Department at
the first opportunity," said the commander de-
cisively. "They can do what they like about it."
But Rexdale did not make the report. The next
morning he was waited upon, to his utter bewilder-
ment, by Oto himself, obsequious, deft, and silent
as of old !
CHAPTER VI.
A SCRAP IN MALTA.
THE lieutenant-commander rubbed his eyes and
stared at the little brown man in utter amaze-
ment.
4 ' Ot o ! " he exclaimed at length. ' ' You here ? * '
"Yes, sir," replied Oto, placing a steaming cup
of hot coffee at the right hand of the officer.
"Come round here where I can see you. When
did you come on board?"
"This morning, sir, at about three bells."
"Who brought you? Did you swim back?" de-
manded Rexdale, still mystified.
"No, sir. I came in the Kikii s boat," said Oto,
showing his white teeth in a genial smile. "There
was fog. The Osprey was going at less than half
speed, and the lookouts did not see me. We came
very quiet."
"Well, what have you got to say for yourself,
any way?" asked Dave, irritated at the boy's self-
possession. "Do you know I can put you in irons
for deserting the ship? "
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The little Jap spread his arms, in deprecation.
"Very sorry," said he humbly. "It was all mis-
take. Captain Osara wanted to give me message.
He did not wish me to leave ship. All mistake.
So I come back. Captain Osara say he apologise.
Here his letter/* and he handed a sealed missive to
the commander, who impatiently tore open the
daintily folded sheet. It was covered with Japanese
characters.
"Read it to me/' said Dave, handing the letter
to Oto, who translated as follows :
"Snip 'KiKU,'
" ROYAL NAVY OF JAPAN.
"To the Honourable
"DAVID REXDALE,
"Commanding U. S. Ship Osprey.
"Am desirous to tender most humble apologies
to your august presence for having taken to my ship
the man Oto, whom I restore tremblingly to you.
Augustly condescend to grant your forgiveness, and
accept my joyful congratulation on your august
health and the beauty and majesty of your ship.
"Respectful veneration,
" OSAKA."
"Well," said Rexdale, smiling, in spite of his
vexation, at the language of the apology, "what
was the message ? ' '
But neither threats nor persuasion could induce
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Oto to divulge the nature of the communication
which had been of sufficient importance to take a
naval vessel out of her way and to lead her com-
mander to play such a daring trick — for such it evi-
dently was, in spite of his polite phrases — on a
United States war-ship. Oshima in his turn was
closely questioned, but professed entire ignorance
of the matter.
"I 've not a particle of doubt," said Rexdale,
talking it over with Staples, "that it has some con-
nexion with the strained relations between Russia
and Japan. He 's a dangerous fellow to have on
board, this Oto, with his skill at gunnery, his high-
bred manners, and his mysterious disappearances
and appearances. When we reach Hongkong I
shall dismiss both Japs. They might get us into a
heap of trouble."
Staples quite agreed with Dave, and, with a care-
ful record of the episode in the ship's log, the affair
was closed.
Two weeks later the Osprey dropped her anchor
off the quay in the inner harbour of Valetta, the
principal seaport of Malta. Rexdale' s first care
was to cable his arrival to the Department; next,
to mail his report of the voyage; 'third, to send
a long letter to Hallie, his wife, who would be
waiting, even more anxiously than the Secretary of
the Navy, to hear from him. At the telegraph
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office he found a dispatch from Washington, order-
ing him to hold the Osprey at Valetta until further
instructions from the Department. He knew that
he would need time for coaling, and informed the
other officers of the ship that they would probably
spend at least a week at their present anchorage,
which had been designated by the harbour-master.
The next two days were busy ones. All hands
worked hard and became grimy from head to foot
with coal dust. At length the jackies forward heard
the welcome order: "Shift into clean blue, the
liberty party! " Working in the intense heat of a
Mediterranean July, the men had been stripped to
their waists. Now they sluiced one another down
with the hose, and gladly slipped on their spruce
shore-going togs. With strict injunctions to be on
board before dark, thirty of the crew were permitted
to land.
Midshipman Starr went ashore with Ensigns Lid-
don and Dobson.
"There 's only one thing I want to see," an-
nounced Starr, and that 's a real, genuine Maltese
cat, proudly standing on her native soil. I suppose
the streets are full of 'em." He and Dobson had
never before visited the city of Valetta, but "Doc."
Liddon was well informed as to its history and
attractions, having spent several weeks there before
he joined the Naval Academy.
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The moment the three young officers set foot on
the quay, they were beset by vendors of all sorts of
trinkets, especially those of silver filigree- work.
"What sort of money do they use here? " asked
Dobson.
"English, of course," replied Liddon. "The
island is one of the choicest jewels in the British
crown, and "
"Lend me a dollar's worth of shillings, will you? "
interrupted the other, "and tell me about the jewels
later, Doc. I want to buy that bracelet for 'the
girl I left behind me,' if the price is n't too high."
The seller parted with the pretty ornament for
one shilling, and the trio, waving aside the rest of
the merchants, moved on.
"Where shall we go first? " asked Liddon.
"Just show me one good cat — " began Bob,
earnestly, "and I '11 "
' ' Oh drop your cats, Bob ! Take us to the best
view, to begin with, Liddon."
"Well, let 's go up to Fort St. Elmo. That
overlooks both harbour basins."
"Whew! Hot 's the word!" exclaimed Bob
Starr, wiping his brow as they gained the ramparts
of the old fortress. "Now, while we are cooling off,
tell us about this aged ruin which the Osprey could
make over into cracked stone for a macadamised
road in about five minutes."
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"It is n't a ruin yet, young man," said the en-
sign, taking off his cap to enjoy the breeze, "and
the Ospreys rifled four-inch would have to toss a
good many shot up here to produce road material, I
can tell you. But three hundred-and-odd years ago
— in 1565, to be exact — this old fort held off a big
fleet and land force for four months. The Knights
of St. John defended it in great style. Sultan
Solyman, who had driven the Knights from Rhodes
thirty-four years before, -made up his mind that
Malta was too good for them. He brought about
a hundred and forty vessels and an army of thirty-
odd thousand men, to give them a thorough-going
house-warming. ' '
"Were there any cats—" began Starr; but the
lecturer proceeded without noticing the interruption.
"These forces were reinforced, if I remember
rightly " — (Cries of "Oh, you do! you do / " from
the audience) — ' ' were afterwards increased by a lot
of corsairs from Algiers and pirates from Tripoli.
When the fort seemed on the point of breaking up,
after four months' battering, the few Knights that
were left entered that little chapel over there, re-
ceived the rites of the Church — the viaticum — and
went out to start on their last journey. They were
cut to pieces by the Turks; but two outworks still
resisted and fought off the besiegers until help
arrived from Sicily. Out of eight or nine thousand
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defenders, only six hundred were left to join in the
Te Deum (you know the Knights were a religious
order) as the Turks sailed off."
' ' O my, look at this ! ' ' Starr suddenly broke in.
"Isn't she a dear!"
The officers looked up and saw an extremely
pretty girl approaching, attended by a maid.
"What on earth is that thing on her head?"
queried Dobson under his breath. "It looks like a
stu'n'sail! "
"It 's a faldetta," said Liddon. "Most of the
ladies, the natives, I mean, wear them."
The young men rose from their seats on the
bastion, and raised their hats as the girl passed.
She flushed and bowed, then looked down demurely,
and hurried on.
"What language do they speak? " demanded Bob,
hastily. "If I only knew, I could ask her about
Maltese "
"Don't get agitated, my son," said Liddon,
calmly, "and don't address any young ladies with-
out an introduction. As for their language, it 's
a mixture of Portuguese and Arabic "
"That '11 do," groaned Bob, with a heavy sigh.
"There 's no danger of my breaking out in her
native tongue. What 's next on the programme? "
"Well, we '11 take a stroll through the principal
street and visit the Church of St. John, which was
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built by the Knights a few years after the
siege."
The street itself was full of interest to the young
Americans. Sauntering along — themselves attract-
ing no little favourable attention in their natty white
uniforms — they met cabmen driving their little
horses at full speed, English ladies elegantly dressed
side by side with the natives in their huge black
one-sided hoods, flocks of goats, to be milked at
the doors of customers, smart British officers,
swarthy-faced Hindoos, and beggars without end.
"This is the Church of St. John," said Liddon,
as the naval party entered an imposing portal,
flanked by two huge towers. "Here the Knights
used to worship, when they were not otherwise
engaged "
' ' To wit, in fighting ! ' ' interpolated Starr. ' ' Well,
I must say those old fellows did well whatever they
undertook. Look at those marbles and paintings ! "
With hushed voices the three young men passed
down the long aisle, to one of the chapels where
they were shown various relics which, Liddon said,
had been held in the deepest veneration by the
builders of the church in those strange old days.
There were some of the bones of St. Thomas of
Canterbury, one of the stones cast at St. Stephen,
the right foot of Lazarus, and a thorn from the
sacred crown. However sceptical the Americans
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might have been as to the genuineness of these
relics, they showed in their faces and demeanour
only their respect for the belief of those who
treasured them. A party of tourists came up at
the same time, and two or three pretty girls giggled
effusively over the objects displayed.
"Come on!" muttered Dobson in disgust.
"Let 's get out of this. There are times when
I 'm ashamed of my race!" and turning on their
heels the young men left the church.
The gay scenes in the sunny street restored their
good humour, and they visited successively a cata-
comb chapel — where the vaults were ornamented
with fantastically arranged bones of departed monks
and knights— an old city gate, and some interesting
rock-hewn depositories of grain.
"Not a cat yet, except a yellow one that don't
count! " murmured Bob sadly, as they turned their
steps toward the final great attraction of Valetta,
the Governor's Palace, in St. George's Square.
"It was formerly," explained their omniscient
guide, "the palace of the Grand Master of the
Knights of St. John, and contains some of the
principal treasures of the Order. Here is the Ar-
mory," he added, as they entered a large hall,
containing rows of figures clad in antique armour,
and a wealth of weapons and armour of ancient
times. Here, too, was the sword, battle-axe, and
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coat-of-mail of the leader of the corsairs who as-
sisted the Turks in the famous siege of Fort St.
Elmo; the trumpet which sounded the retreat of
the Knights from Rhodes, in 1523; and a cannon
made of a copper tube and wound with tarred rope,
used by the Turks, Liddon said, during their siege
of that island.
"Compare it with one of the twelve-inch turret
rifles on our modern battle-ships! " exclaimed Dob-
son.- "Why, I 'd rather have a good navy revolver
to fight with than this ropy thing! "
For two or three hours more (a rest being taken
at a small restaurant) the officers wandered about
the streets of Valetta. Liddon regaled his com-
panions with details of its history, including its
capture by Napoleon in 1798, the subsequent two-
years siege when the Maltese had risen in revolt
against their captors, and its formal cession to the
English in 1814.
"It 's no use, boys, I 'm used up," said Dobson
at length. "I 'm off for the ship; you can come or
stay, as you like."
"Oh, we '11 go along, too," said Starr. "I should
have left an hour ago, but I wanted to see how long
Liddon could keep it up, before the pumps sucked.
He 'd make his fortune as a filibusterer against an
unpopular bill in the Senate! "
They passed along the Strada Reale — "Royal
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Street " — for the last time, and were just turning
down toward the harbour when a slight commotion
on the sidewalk ahead attracted their attention. A
knot of people had gathered around a group in
which some sort of altercation was going on.
"Hold on a minute," cried the midshipman,
"let 's see what 's up."
The three inseparables pushed their way into the
crowd, the outer portion of which was composed of
good-natured Maltese and a variety of street-
loungers. Within this circle were a dozen sailors
from a small Russian cruiser in port. They, in
their turn, had corralled a couple of small brown
men whom their tormentors were hustling rudely as
if to provoke a resistance which would afford an
excuse for rougher treatment.
The officers from the Osprey simultaneously
recognised the victims of this assault, and with a
howl of indignation from Bob, and a stern "Stand
aside, men!" from Liddon, they pulled off the
Russian blue-jackets and took their stand beside
the Japanese, who were no other than Oto and
Oshima.
l< Amerikanski ! " snarled the sailors as they noted
the uniforms of the intruders and closed in again,
while the throng of idlers increased.
"What 's the matter, my lads?" said Dobson to
the stewards, who seemed in no wise discomposed,
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but stood quietly awaiting a favourable moment for
withdrawal.
"We do no harm," said Oshima, when both had
given the naval salute. "These men, these Rus-
sians"— (it is impossible to describe the tone of lofty
contempt with which he pronounced the word,
looking around at the burly tars, each a full head
taller than himself) — "they stop us here in the street
and call us bad names and dare us to fight — the big
men — cowards ! ' '
Perhaps it was fortunate for the little Jap that the
Russian sailors could not understand a word of
English ; but the general tenor of his remarks was
only too plain from his tones and gestures. The
assailants closed in again with a volley of incompre-
hensible expletives and unmistakably threatening
gestures. Liddon was violently shoved aside. This
was more than he could stand.
"Take that, you bully!" he cried, planting a
quick, nervous blow straight between the eyes of
the fellow who had jostled him.
The man fell over against his comrades — the street
was too crowded to allow him to drop outright—
and the inner circle enlarged ; but only for a mo-
ment. The sailors, half of whom were intoxicated,
rushed forward with a roar of rage. Before they
reached the officers, whose prospects of gaining
their ship in safety seemed decidedly poor, Oto
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spoke a swift word to his chum, and each darted
upon a Russian. It was like a terrier charging a
bloodhound; but with a lightning-like grasp and
twist of the arm the diminutive assailants brought
to the ground their bulky adversaries, screaming
with pain. Then the Japanese ducked under the
arms of the nearest bystanders and disappeared as
if by magic.
Another momentary diversion had been effected
by this quick and unexpected display of jiu-jitsu,
but now the sailors were about to charge again.
The unarmed young officers stood on guard, their
fists advanced.
"You take that big chap with a black beard,
Bob," said Liddon hastily, "and I '11 engage the
brute next to him. Dob., you look out for the
beauty with red hair. Steady, now, fellows, here
they come! "
But before the two parties fairly clashed, a ring-
ing shout rent the air.
"Hooroar, byes, it 's a scrap! " shouted a jovial
voice well known to the Americans. Then the tone
changed. "Ah — h — sure it 's the darlints of en-
signs and the middy from the Osprey ! Come on,
byes, let 'em have it ! "
The officers were glad enough of reinforcements
to overlook the slight to their dignified rank on
board ship. In a moment the affair was over.
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Half a dozen Russians were rolling in the dust, while
the rest fell back in disorder before the onslaught of
the Osprey s jackies, led by Pat Ryan and Dick
Scupp, who, it afterwards turned out, had been
directed to the spot by Oto, and had rushed ahead
with no clear idea of what was the matter until they
caught sight of the white duck and gold braid of
their own officers' uniforms.
"Down to the boats in a hurry, lads! " shouted
Liddon, leading the way, as he heard cries of
"Police! Police! " on the outskirts of the throng.
A rush for the quay, and the Osprey men scram-
bled into their boats, taking the two Japanese with
them. The Russians gathered on the steps shaking
their fists at the " Amerikanski," but no further
harm was done, and in a few minutes the "liberty
party," officers and all, were safe on board the
gunboat.
" 'T was a lively brush, sir," said Ensign Liddon,
reporting the affair to Rexdale; "but I think
nothing will come of it. We must keep away, and
keep our men away, from Russians just now, when
their feeling against Americans is running pretty
high."
"Very true," said the lieutenant-commander,
smiling. "I 'm glad it was no worse. And Oto,
Oshima, no more shore leave for you, while the
Neva is in port ! ' '
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Liddon proved to be right in his conjecture.
The police, arriving just too late to witness the
affray, and seeing that trouble had arisen between
sailors of different nationalities, hardly went through
the form of pursuing the participants, and let the
whole matter drop ; such squabbles being common
in every large seaport where war-ships lie in the
stream and their crews have liberty ashore.
The Neva sailed for the Baltic two days later, and
within a week Rexdale received orders from the
Department to proceed eastward. Then came a
succession of wonderfully beautiful days and nights
on the blue Mediterranean, the Osprey tossing the
foam from her stem in showers of sparkling silver,
and startling the flying fish that flashed from wave
to wave, until the low, tawny shores of Africa came
in sight.
"To think that I 'm actually gazing upon Egypt ! "
exclaimed Bob Starr, as he stood on the bridge one
fair July morning. "Those are really the 'sands of
the desert,' and that scraggy-looking feather-duster
is a palm ! ' '
Small vessels with great ruddy lateen sails hovered
about the war-ship as she advanced. A shark's
black, sickle-like fin drifted carelessly astern while
the fierce fish, all alert below the surface, watched
for prey.
Now Damietta was reached, and Port Said. The
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Osprey, awaiting her turn, meekly entered the Canal
in the rear of a big Dutch merchant steamer. There
was little for the officers or men to do, and they
clustered at the rails, and on the quarter-deck, gaz-
ing out over the marshes and plains of Egypt — the
crew blankly, for the most part; the more highly
educated graduates of Annapolis with thoughts of
the great, dim Past to which this storied land of the
Pharaohs bore silent witness. Here Abraham wan-
dered, from Ur of the Chaldees; across those sands
marched the hordes of Rameses II., going up against
the Syrians.
Now and then the ship halted in basins cut for
the purpose, like railroad sidings, to allow north-
bound vessels to pass. Nearly every ship was fly-
ing the Union Jack, for three-quarters of all the
tonnage that passes through the Canal belongs to
Great Britain. Next in order of frequency came
the French, Dutch, and Germans.
"Sure, it 's hungry I am for the Stars and
Stripes," said Pat, gazing gloomily at a broad Ger-
man ensign at Ismalia, half-way across the Isthmus.
"I 'm tired o' jumpin' lions and two-headed aigles
and rid crosses ! ' '
Onward again. Here a little village of mud-huts,
with its clump of "feather-dusters," as Bob per-
sisted in calling the palms ; there a caravan plodding
along the marshes against the sky-line. Flocks of
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water-fowl faring gracefully over the broad pools
gave place to yellow sands, and the sands again to
clear green water and sighing reeds.
At last the good ship Osprey emerged from the
narrow, lonely, sluggish stream into the sparkling
waters of the Indian Ocean.
CHAPTER VII.
O-H ANA-SAN 'S PARTY.
O-HANA-SAN was to give a party. She
announced the fact with pride to her school-
mates, who, with the frankness peculiar to child-
hood, eagerly demanded invitations. Had they
been older, they would have called on the lady
who was to entertain, and, after flattering her and
making their personal regard for her as prominent
as possible, would have brought the conversation
round to the party, in order to show that they knew
all about it and of course should expect an invita-
tion. Being little girls, they just said, one and all,
"Oh, do ask me to come, Hana!"
Miss Blossom (for that is the English equivalent
for her name) considered.
"I can only invite twelve," she finally announced.
" Twelve girls," she concluded, with a sigh; "no
boys."
"Why not?" demanded one of the larger boys,
pushing forward. "You must ask me, anyway,
Hana!"
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O-Hana-San shook her head. "It is not per-
mitted," she said. "I cannot invite you, Oto
Owari. Only girls — no boys."
It was after school-hours. The children had been
summoned to their tasks by a drum-beat, and at
noon they had marched out of the schoolhouse, in
orderly fashion, the boys in one division, girls in
another. Once beyond the school limits, the two
divisions became mixed. O-Hana-San was only
nine years old, and Oto, being fifteen (this was
about a dozen years before the building of the
Retvisan and the cruise of the Osprey] considered
that he did her great honour in applying for an in-
vitation to her party. He scowled, at her refusal,
and turned away abruptly.
"Come, Oshima, " said he, to a comrade a little
younger than himself, "let 's go down to the shore."
When Oto was disturbed in his mind he always
wanted to "go down to the shore."
The town where he lived was on the west coast
of one of the northern provinces of Nippon, the
principal island of the group comprising the Japan-
ese Empire. Oto was the son of one of the leading
men of the place. He was a bright, earnest boy,
and often, after he had been listening to the talk of
his elders, he would gaze across the sea toward that
mysterious country Korea, which he had heard his
father say was "a dagger, aimed at the heart of
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Japan." He longed to fight for the Empire, which
he adored with all the passionate worship of the
true Japanese. He was an adept at seamanship, in
a small way, before he was fourteen; perfectly at
home in the water or on it ; and possessed with an
ardent ambition to join the navy which his country
was then building up in wonderful new ways, taught
by the pale-faced folk of the other hemisphere.
His father could give him but little hope of attain-
ing his wishes, for he could not let the lad serve as
a common sailor, nor could he afford to give him the
higher education necessary for an officer.
Oto's boon companion since childhood was
Oshima, the son of a rich family who occupied a
handsome villa on the outskirts of the town.
Oshima's grandfather had been one of the famous
Samurai, who carried two swords. When the edict
had gone forth suppressing the order, or depriving
it of its essential characteristics, he had joined a
band of Samurai who refused to obey the imperial
command, and in a fight which followed he had lost
his life. Oshima's father was a peaceful man who
cared little for war, but the boy himself had in-
herited his grandfather's love of battle, and made
up his mind to enter the army. The two boys
talked with each other of their plans and hopes,
often and earnestly.
By the time the lads had reached the rocky shore
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just north of the village, they had forgotten all
about little Blossom and her party. O-Hana-San
was a great favourite with Oto, it is true, but when
once the topic of the navy was raised, all other
thoughts fled to the winds.
"Let us swim," said Oshima at length, when
several prospective battles had been fought out, on
sea and land. "I 'm as warm as if I had been
marching from Fusan to Seoul — where I shall march
some day."
"Go you and swim if you want to," replied Oto.
"I have a plan here to work out, for manoeuvring a
battle-ship in the face of the enemy, with the tide
setting out from land, and "
' ' Oh, bother your tides ! ' ' laughed Oshima. ' ' Here
goes for a dip into them. I '11 come out in ten
minutes."
He was soon in the water at a good distance from
shore, gamboling like a porpoise, swimming on his
back, treading, and performing all sorts of antics.
Oto had drawn a piece of paper from his pocket
and was absorbed in tracing a diagram of a sea-fight.
After a while he glanced up carelessly; then he
sprang to his feet with a wild cry.
"Come in! come in, Oshima! Quick! There 's
a shark after you ! ' '
At first Oshima did not understand ; but he saw
the other's gesture, and looked over his shoulder.
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There, not a hundred yards away, was the dreaded
black fin, glistening in the afternoon sun, drifting
rapidly toward him like the sail of a child's toy-boat.
The swimmer struck out for the shore with all his
might. He was in a little bay, and Oto, springing
down headlong over the rocks, perceived that his
friend was a little nearer the southern point of land
than the central beach from which he had started.
"Make for the point — the point!" he shrieked,
gesticulating wildly.
Oshima veered to the right, and the black fin
followed. Oto plunged into the sea and swam
straight toward the shark. There was no more
shouting now ; only two dark heads bobbing in the
waves, and the little black sail dancing toward them.
Oshima now began to beat the water with his
hands, making a tremendous splashing. The great
fish, startled by the commotion, paused, and the
ugly fin seemed irresolute. Oshima was now swim-
ming more slowly. Younger than Oto, and far less
robust, he was becoming exhausted. Every mo-
ment he expected to feel the clutch of those terrible
jaws. He struck out madly, but made little progress.
The shark, meanwhile, made up his mind. The
new morsel was coming directly toward him, while
the first seemed in a fair way of escaping to shallow
water if not to the land itself. The monster, with
a twist of his tail, turned again and made for Oto,
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though not very rapidly, for the splashing made the
fish wary.
At last the critical moment came. Oto had heard
an old pearl-fisher tell of many a battle with the
man-eating sharks of the Pacific. As the huge
creature began to turn, to seize his prey, the black
fin disappeared. Quick as a flash Oto doubled him-
self in the water and dived. . A moment later a red
stain dyed the surface of the sea. The boy had
drawn a sharp dagger from his belt and stabbed up-
ward as his assailant passed over him.
There was no more battle. The shark had
enough of Oto and fled for the depths of the ocean
while his victor, watching sharply for his late foe,
made his way ashore as swiftly as possible. He
found Oshima stretched upon the sand, uninjured
but almost unconscious from fright and exhaustion.
It was this incident, the self-forgetful valour of
his son's friend, saving the former's life at the peril
of his own, that led Oshima's father, a few days
afterward, to make the offer that changed the boy's
whole life. He proposed to the elder Owari to send
Oto at his own expense to any naval school in the
world, and educate him for the Japanese navy.
Oto chose the United States Naval Academy at
Annapolis, as we have seen, and graduated with
honour, resigning only to accept a post under his
own Emperor.
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Oshima meanwhile pursued his studies at the
Military Institute in Yokohama, and received in
due time his appointment as sub-lieutenant in the
Japanese army. Entrusted with an important secret
mission a few years later the two comrades went to
America, performed their duties faithfully, and, in
pursuance of direct orders from high authority, con-
cealed their identity by returning as cabin stewards ;
the men of the Osprey little dreaming that the
meek, gentle "boys" whom they ordered to and fro
on menial errands were officers, older and of higher
rank than themselves, in the Imperial Army and
Navy of Japan.
Thus the party of little O-Hana-San led to im-
portant results ; for had not Oto applied to her for
an invitation, and gone off to the shore sulking be-
cause of her refusal, Oshima would not have had
his eventful swim, the shark would not have been
disappointed in a meal, Oshima's father would not
have felt the impulse of gratitude which influenced
him to bestow a naval education upon his neigh-
bour's son; in short the Retvizan s plans would
never have been laid before the naval secret service
authorities of Tokio, nor, in all likelihood, would
Dave Rexdale have been so well served, in the ab-
sence of his two faithful Japanese stewards, on the
outward cruise of the Osprey !
As for O-Hana-San, she had her party, and a gay
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one it was, as gaiety was reckoned in those parts.
The little hostess duly sent out her invitations, and
received her guests with all formality. Her dark,
glossy hair was drawn back, raised in front, and
gathered into a double loop, in which a scarlet bit of
scarf was coquettishly twisted. She wore a blue
flowered silk kimono, with sleeves touching the
ground ; a blue girdle lined with scarlet ; and a fold
of the scarlet scarf lay between her neck and the
kimono. On her little feet were white tabi, socks
of cotton cloth, with a separate place for the great
toe (which was a very small one, nevertheless), so
as to allow the scarlet -covered thongs of the finely
lacquered clogs, which she wore while she stood on
the steps to receive her guests and afterward re-
moved, to pass between it and the smaller toes. All
the other diminutive ladies were dressed in the same
style, and, truth to say, looked like a company of
rather expensive little dolls.
Well, when they were all assembled, she and her
graceful mother, squatting before each, presented
tea and sweetmeats on lacquer trays ; and then they
played at quiet and polite little games until dusk,
when the party broke up, and O-Hara-San (Spring),
O-Yuki-San (Snow), O-Kiku-San (Chrysanthemum),
and the rest bobbed nice little bows and said, quite
after the fashion of their elders, that "they had had
such a nice time," and went home.
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In the years that followed, O-Hana-San, the
Blossom and the prettiest girl in the town, had but
little chance to invite Oto to her parties, nor could
the gallant young Japanese take her to the Academy
hops; but he wrote to her constantly, and now, as
the Osprey cut the waters of the Indian Ocean with
her snowy stem, he thought of the dark-eyed
Blossom in the far-off little village of Nippon ; and,
as he tripped to and from the pantry, and returned
with delicacies for the cabin table, balancing himself
gracefully against the rolling and pitching of the
vessel, wondered how soon he should stand before
her on the quarter-deck of his own ship, clad in the
brilliant uniform of his rank. As for Oshima, he
Had been waiting eleven years for a good chance to
give his life for Oto !
CHAPTER VIII.
A BATCH OF LETTERS.
[Dick Scupp to his Mother.'}
" ON BOARD THE ' OSPREY,'
" December 20, 1903.
" Dear Mother :
"I take my pen in hand to inform you that I am
well and hope you are the same. We left Manila
two weeks ago and came to this place, which is*
Chefoo. It sounds like a sneeze, does n't it? It is
a Chinese port on Shantung Peninsula, pretty nearly
opposite Port Arthur, which as you know is occu-
pied by the Russians. I wish I could be home
next Friday, which is Christmas. Tell Katy to
think of me and I will bring home something in my
box for her. I am sorry to say I have lost that pair
of stockings you knit for me. I forgot and left
them on the deck instead of putting them in my bag
and Jimmy Legs got them when he came round,
and popped them into the lucky-bag. I might have
gone up to the mast the next day and claimed
them, but a lot of us were going ashore (it was
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when we were at Shanghai) and I did n't want my
liberty stopped, so I let them go, and Sam Bolles
bought them at the auction afterward for nineteen
cents. That is all I have to say at present.
"From your loving son,
" RICHARD/'
[From Oto Owari to O-Hana-San.~\
Translated.
" SASEBO, January 2, 1904.
"The exalted letter which you augustly conde-
scended to send me on the I3th day of the loth
moon filled me with great felicity, to know that
you are in ever-increasing august robustness, as you
were tormented with light fever when I worshipped
your eyebrow* a short time before. I do not
know where I shall go next. I see Oshima almost
daily at the barracks. A new ship is fitting out at
the docks, the Fujiyama, and it may be that I shall
have an appointment to her, or it may be that I
shall have to go under the water. You will under-
stand later. I am now awaiting orders. Although
the war-cloud in the west is dark, the people in
Tokio celebrated New Year's Day with rejoicing
and festivity, as usual. The houses and shops,
Oshima told me, were covered with fruits and
flowers, and the streets decorated with flags and
* " Met you."
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lanterns. Many bands of men marched through
the city singing old war-songs of the Samurai. All
the fairs were crowded. Pray condescend to take
august care of your exalted health. I knock my
head against the floor.
"Remembrance and respectful veneration.
"OTO.
"TO O-H ANA-SAN."
[Halite to Lieut. Com. David Re xdale, U. S. N.~\
Extracts.
" BOSTON, November 15, 1903.
1 ' Dear Dave :
"You can't tell how anxious I am to hear from
you. Your last letter, mailed at Suez, was a very
short one. You told me you had a despatch from
Washington ordering you to Shanghai instead of
Hongkong, and I ought to have received a letter
from that city; but I have n't and I 'm worried
about you. If it did n't cost so much I would
cable instead of writing. Do write to me at once.
If anything should happen to you* . . .
In September I had a little visit with the Holmes.
Norman has been detached from the Brooklyn
Yard and appointed to the Vulture, which probably
will join the Asiatic squadron this winter or in the
* Mrs. Rexdale has insisted that some portions of her letter, inter-
esting only to her husband, shall be omitted.
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early spring. Our old friend Tickerson has received
his commission as lieutenant (first grade) and his
wife writes me gleefully on the increase of pay as
well as glory. Do you remember when you intro-
duced me to her, at Annapolis? They say 'Girlie '
is just as proud of her as he was in the old days,
when the other cadets (all but you, of course, Dave !)
used to envy him as he walked down ' Lover's* with
her.
"You would be interested in the football situation
this fall, if you were here. O, if only . . .
"Well, as I was about to say, Harvard is of course
straining every nerve to get into condition for Yale.
The game comes off in about ten days, and I 'm
going over to Cambridge to see it. Who do you
suppose is going to take me? Why, dear old Uncle
Richard, who happens to be spending a few weeks
East, on business. Little Hallie Holmes is the
dearest baby in the world. Was n't it lovely in
Anemone to insist on naming her for me? Aunt
Letitia is tremendously interested in two things —
anti-vivisection and the Russo-Japanese trouble.
She has attended several hearings at the State
House, and at one of them she spoke her mind out
so forcibly that old Jed, bless his heart, made a
great racket pounding on the floor and set every-
body applauding. He had sneaked in without
Aunt's knowing it, and on reaching home was
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heard to express a strong desire to 'keelhaul them
doctors.' He takes great delight in his lofty
'cabin' and regularly goes out 'on deck ' at the top
of the house every night, to have a last smoke and
a 'look at the weather,' like Captain Cuttle, before
turning in. Aunt Letitia reads every scrap she
can find in the papers about Russia and Japan, and
so, for that matter, do I. Sometimes my sympa-
thies are with one nation and sometimes with the
other. Of course Japan is ever so much the smaller
of the two, and her people are so quick and bright
that nearly everybody takes their side and hopes
that if there is a war she will win. But then Russia
sometimes seems to me less like a bear than a great
Newfoundland dog, and, as somebody has said, it 's
fairly pathetic to see how she has been trying all
these years to get to the water ; that is, to the open
ocean, where she can have a navy, big and well
trained, like other nations. Her ships in the Baltic
seem like boats in a tub. Anyway I do hope and
pray that there won't be any war, after all. Surely
we humans know enough, have got evolutionised
enough, in this twentieth century, to settle a dis-
pute without fighting like savages.
"I miss you every day. . . . Write to me as
soon as you can. . . .
"Your loving wife,
"HALLIE."
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[From Fred Larkin to Lieutenant Staples, ,]
" SAN FRANCISCO, December 29, 1903.
" MY DEAR LIEUTENANT:
" 'If you get there before I do,
Tell them I am coming too ! '
"As I expected, the Bulletin does n't propose to
get left on any unpleasantness in the Extreme East,
nor even to take its chances in a syndicate. It
wants real news, straight from the front, and,
naturally, it hits upon Yours Truly to pick it up. I
wrote to Rexdale just before leaving Boston, so it
is probably no surprise to you that I have crossed the
continent and am about to embark for Yokohama.
Indeed I may make my bow to you on the quarter-
deck of the Osprey before you receive this letter!
The papers are full of correspondence and abstracts
of diplomatic papers from St. Petersburg and Tokio.
The language of these communications between the
State Departments of the two countries is bland
and meek as the coo of a dove or the baa of a lamb ;
but mark my words, my boy — there 's going to be
a war, and a big one. There must be, to justify my
going out to report it ! Do you remember how a
reporter in Havana in 1897 is said to have cabled to
the home office of a certain 'yellow ' journal not
unknown to fame, 'No war here. What shall I
do? ' And the editor of the newspaper cabled back,
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'Stay where you are, and send full reports. I '11
provide war.' Well, our venerable and sagacious
friend Marquis Ito, together with the amiable but
distracted Ruler of all the Russias, will 'provide
war ' for me to write up, and that before many
days. And the little Japs will strike first, see if
they don't! Tell Rexdale, please, that I 'm on my
way. If anything good happens before I see you,
' make a note on, ' and give it to me for a Bulletin
story.
"Yours ever,
"LARKIN."
{From Lieutenant Commander Rexdale to Hallie.^
Extract.
" CAVITE, P. I., December 2, 1903.
". . . From Shanghai we were ordered to
this port, where we have been lying for nearly a
month, doing guard duty. Next Thursday we sail
for Chefoo, the Chinese seaport not far from Wei-
hai-wei, where Pechili Strait opens into the Yellow
Sea. At that station we shall be quite near Korea
and Port Arthur, and if there is any trouble we
shall be spectators, though almost certainly not
participants, so you need not worry when you see
by the naval despatches at home that we are on the
outskirts of the Debatable Land. It is hard, I 've
no doubt, for you to realise how the war-fever is
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growing, out here. I am told that the Japanese
have been steadily preparing for this final, trial of
her strength with Russia for years past. You may
be interested in the make-up of the Jap. army.
Under the present law all males are subject to
conscription at the age of twenty. There is no
distinction of class, and there are no exemptions
except for physical disabilities, or because the con-
script is the sole support of indigent parents, a
student in certain schools, or a member of certain
branches of civil service.
"The first term of service is between the ages of
twenty and twenty-three. Then the soldier enters
the first reserve, where he serves between the ages
of twenty-three and twenty-six. After that he
goes to the second reserve, where his service is be-
tween the ages of twenty-six and thirty-one; and
then to the general national reserve, which includes
all males between the ages of seventeen and forty
not already in active service.
". . . I was called off, yesterday afternoon,
from my writing, and later in the day I learned
that there is trouble in Seoul, the capital of Korea.
There are lots of Japanese and Russians there, and,
with the Korean natives hating all foreigners, there
is material for a good deal of disturbance. Several
riots have occurred in the streets, and it is said that
our minister has cabled to Washington asking for a
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war-ship at Chemulpo, the port of Seoul. If the
Department assents, the talk is that either the
Wilmington or the Osprey will be detailed for that
duty. I must say I hope it will be our little ship,
and so do all our officers. Midshipman Starr puts
it very well: 'When I was a boy, I always liked to
get right up against the ropes at a fire! ' He is n't
much more than a boy now, but he 's a fine fellow,
and I 'd trust him to do his part in an emergency.
"Later. — The Vicksburg is the lucky ship, after
all. She has sailed for Chemulpo, and a party of
marines will be landed and sent up to Seoul to pro-
tect our Minister and all other Americans and their
interests in the city. The gunboat is commanded
by Com. W. A. Marshall, whom you will remember
meeting in Washington at the ball three years ago.
His ship is about the size of the Osprey -, and carries
six guns.
"I hear that the Japanese fleet at Nagasaki is re-
moving all superfluous wood-work, filling its bunkers
with hard steam coal, and preparing, in general, for
business. We sail for Chefoo at 9 A.M. to-morrow.
"Your loving husband,
"DAVE."
CHAPTER IX.
AT THE CZAR'S COMMAND.
IVAN IVANOVITCH lived on the outskirts of
a small village about one hundred miles north-
east of Moscow. Like his father and grandfather
and many generations before, he was a moujik,
a peasant, with this difference : they had been serfs ;
Ivan was freeborn. His father now owned the hut
in which he lived with his family of wife and three
children — two girls, besides Ivan ; he also owned a
small patch of land, and an acre or two of tillable
soil had been allotted to him when the serfs were
emancipated, with a condition of slow payment to
the Government, a few roubles at a time.
Up to the autumn of 1903 Ivan worked in the
fields, bare-headed and blue-bloused, beside his
father. The girls worked, too, for the father was
lame and needed all the help he could get. He
had leaned upon Ivan more and more as the years
went by and his son grew from boyhood to sturdy
young manhood. Every evening the family knelt
before the crucifix on the wall of the living-room,
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and prayed for themselves, their country, and their
"Little Father," the Czar, who spent all his time in
far-off St. Petersburg, they were sure, in thinking
of his "children," the people of the great Empire,
and loving them -and planning for their good. In
return they almost worshipped him, as they did
the figure on the crucifix.
"Soon you will have to serve as a soldier, Ivan,"
said his father one day. The older man had a great
tawny beard and mane of hair like a lion's; Ivan re-
sembled him more and more.
"That is true, my father."
"You are nearly of age."
"True, my father."
"But," put in his mother anxiously, "surely our
boy will not have to fight? "
"Nay, Matouschka," said Ivan tenderly but man-
fully, "if the Czar commands, my life is his! "
Two months later he reported at the barracks at
Moscow, and was duly enrolled in the nth Regi-
ment of Infantry, Third Division, First Reserves,
of the Imperial Army.
At first the novelty was amusing, and Ivan en-
joyed the companionship of his comrades in the
ranks, the smart uniform and big fur cap, the music
of the band, when they paraded in the great square
and the crowds gathered to see. But the drill, drill,
drill became tedious, and it was with rather a sense
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of relief that in the latter part of the following Jan-
uary he heard that the regiment was to leave Mos-
cow for the Far East.
There was no time to say good-bye to his parents,
nor could he have paid his fare to and from the
village had permission been given. So Ivan took
out his little brass cross, his "ikon," which, like
every other Russian soldier, he carried in his bo-
som, and murmured a prayer for father and sisters
and the little mother. Then he buckled on his belt,
adjusted his clumsy cap, shouldered his musket
and was ready.
"Where are we going, comrade? " he asked of his
next neighbour in the ranks, as they marched to the
railway station.
"I do not know. They say there is to be war."
' ' War — against whom ? ' '
"The Japanese."
"Japanese? Who are they? Are they savages
or white like us? "
"I can't tell you, Ivan. We shall know when we
see them."
"Why do we fight against them? Where do they
live?"
But his comrade could only shrug his shoulders.
He had not the least idea of the answer to either
question ; nor had any man in the company, only a
half-dozen of whom could read or write.
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"It is the Czar's command."
Silently they plodded on, the snow whirling
about them as they marched. Here and there a
knot of people cheered them. This was pleasant.
Ivan felt that he Was really a soldier. When a lump
came into his throat at the thought of the little hut
in the lonely white waste far to the north, he gulped
it down and broke into a hoarse laugh which brought
down a reprimand from the nearest officer.
The troops were packed into a long transport train
like cattle. When the cars stopped or started sud-
denly they fell against each other. Some swore and
even struck out, but most were as mild and phleg-
matic as the cows and sheep whose places they had
taken. Ivan was of this sort.
"Never mind," he said to a man who trod upon
his foot; "it is nothing. My foot is iron"; and
when he was thrown against a neighbour: "Ah,
what a blockhead I am ! Will you not hit me, to
pay the score? "
Most of the soldiers said nothing. As verst after
verst of desolate snowy landscape was left behind
they stood or squatted in the cars, silent, uncom-
plaining. Why should they find fault with cold and
hunger and fatigue? It was the Czar's command.
The Little Father in his palace was caring for them.
It was theirs not to complain, but to obey.
There were many delays on the ill-constructed,
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overcrowded Siberian Railway, the black cord that
stretched across a continent to Port Arthur and
Vladivostok, seven thousand miles away. But
whether it was seventy miles or seven thousand the
rank and file of the army hardly knew or cared.
Cold, hungry, stiff from constrained position, they
bore all privations with calmness and even a sort of
jovial good-humour. At night every soldier fum-
bled under his furs and heavy winter coat for his
ikon, and his bearded lips murmured the sacred
Name.
At length the rugged shores of Lake Baikal were
reached, in Farther Siberia. Here there was another
halt, for the railway itself came to an end, and the
troops were ordered out of the train at early dawn.
"How can we go on? " asked Ivan stupidly. Be-
fore him a white plain stretched away to the horizon
line. To the right were mountains; to the left,
mountains. The ice-bound surface of the lake was
swept by a bitter gale, which heaped up huge drifts
and flung them away again,x like a child at play.
Behind the regiment of fur-capped soldiers, huddled
on the frozen shore, was home; before them, what
seemed an Arctic sea. The snow fell heavily, and
drifted around their feet. "How can we go on?"
asked Ivan; and a subaltern, breathing through his
icy moustache, replied: "I do not know, private,
but we must advance. It is the Czar's command."
AT THE CZAR'S COMMAND. IO?
When Russia, determined to establish a port on
the open sea, though it were thousands of miles
from her capital, built the great Trans-Siberian Rail-
way, she progressed rapidly with her fragile, light-
rail, single-track road until she came to Lake Baikal.
Here Nature had placed what might well be deemed
an impossible obstruction : a huge inland lake four
hundred miles in length, eighteen hundred feet deep,
bordered with mountains, whose sheer granite cliffs
rose from the water to a height of fifteen hundred
feet, and in their turn were overshadowed by snow-
capped peaks. The lake at this point is forty miles
wide. No bridge could span its storm-swept sur-
face, no tunnel could be driven beneath its sombre
depths. How was the obstacle to be surmounted?
A weaker nation would have given up the task, as
the French tired of working at the Panama Canal;
Russia, ponderous, tireless, determined, almost irre-
sistible, moved on. In the science of Physics, the
momentum of a moving body is thus analysed and
expressed : M = m X v. In other words, it equals
the mass of the body multiplied by its velocity. If
either factor be increased, the momentum becomes
correspondingly greater. When Russia moves, the
velocity is slight, but the mass is enormous. When
the soldier, in the time-worn anecdote, tried to stop
with his foot the slowly rolling spent cannon-ball,
it snapped his leg like a pipe-stem. The nation that
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opposes Russia must itself be of iron mould, or it
will snap. Lake Baikal was a trifle, a mere incident
to the civil engineers who laid out the Trans-Siberian
Railway.
In the summer-time huge steam ferry-boats plied
from shore to shore, transferring passengers and
freight from the western to the eastern or Trans-
Baikal section. From November to April the lake
is frozen over, but during at least half of that time
enormous ice-breakers, like the heaviest ocean-going
tug-boats, crashed through the ice and kept open a
canal from side to side.
These were temporary expedients. The engineers
meanwhile had not been idle. They attacked the
cliffs bordering the southern end of the lake, and
began cutting a path through the solid rock for ad-
vancing Russia. Twenty-seven tunnels were to be
bored, and have since been completed. While Ivan
waited by the shore a dull boom came now and then
to his ear, from the blasting. It was the relentless,
unfaltering tread of Russia's irori heel.
But other means had to be provided, in that ter-
rible winter of 1903, for the passage of troops and
supplies, for although the great mass of soldiers did
not understand, their leaders and the counsellors of
state in St. Petersburg knew there was urgent need.
A railroad was begun upon the ice itself, and before
March was in actual operation. A thousand feet of
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water gloomed beneath the thin ice bridge. Once or
twice there was an accident — a locomotive went
through, or a few cars, and, incidentally, a few
human beings. This was nothing. "Forward, my
men ! It is the Czar's command ! "
The ice railway not yet being complete, there was
but one way to cross Lake Baikal — by horse-power
or on foot. High officials and favoured travellers
secured sledges ; the main body of infantry, includ-
ing Ivan's regiment, having hastily swallowed a
breakfast of army rations, set out on the march
across the forty miles of ice plain, at "fatigue step."
The bands were forbidden to play, lest the rhythmic
tread of the soldiers, instinctively keeping time to
the music, should bring too great and concentrated
strain upon the ice.
Before they were half a league from shore the
wind pounced upon its new playthings; it blew
upon their sides, their backs, and their faces. It
pelted them with ice-drops, with whirling masses of
snow. They leaned forward and plodded on, un-
murmuring. It roared like a cataract, and howled
like wolf-packs ; the air was so filled with drift that
each man simply followed his file-leader, with no
idea of the direction of the march, the van being
guided by telegraph-poles set in the ice at short
intervals of space. Hands and feet became numb;
beards were fringed with icicles; the men in the.
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disordered ranks slipped and stumbled -against one
another. With the mercury 23° below zero, and a
northerly gale, hurled down the entire four hundred
miles of unbroken expanse of the lake, the cold was
frightful.
Ivan turned his head stiffly to mumble something
to his neighbour in the ranks. He was no longer
there. The subaltern who had answered him on the
shore was also missing. Like scores of others he
had wandered off the line of march, to fall and die
unseen.
Ivan bent his head to a fierce blast, muttering
"Courage, comrades!" No one replied to him as
he staggered uncertainly onward. "Courage, com-
rades! " shouted Ivan again. His voice was lost in
the ceaseless roar of the gale. Ivan peered out
from under the mask of ice which had formed across
his eyes, from his shaggy brows to his moustache.
No one was near him. He was alone with the
storm.
It seemed an easy thing to lie down in the snow and
go to sleep. It would be a joy merely to drop the
heavy musket. Nobody knew where he was; the
lake would swallow him up, and who would be
the wiser? Ivan halted a moment, pondering in his
dull way. Suddenly he remembered. That would
be disobedience of orders. His officer had said,
"It is the Czar's command!" What madness, to
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think of disobeying the Little Father at St. Peters-
burg ! The peasant-soldier gripped his breast, where
the ikon lay, and, taking his course as well as he
could from the direction of the wind, staggered
on.
Whether it was five minutes or an hour he could
not tell; but now he saw dim figures around him,
plodding silently onward. Whether they were com-
rades of his own regiment he neither knew nor cared.
He was once more, after that moment of indi-
viduality, a part of the Russian army, and moved
mechanically forward with it.
The men huddled together like sheep, as they
marched. When one of their number staggered
aside and disappeared they closed the gap; when
one fell, they stepped stiffly over him.
"Halt!"
Each man stopped by stumbling abruptly against
the one before him. They asked no questions.
They remained standing, as they had moved, by
sheer inertia, letting the butts of their muskets rest
on the ice.
The column had halted by a rest-house, marking
half-way across the lake. A few officials of high-
est rank, a newspaper man or two, half a dozen
merchant travellers with special passes, refreshed
themselves with soup and steaming tea. A steady
stream of open sleighs passed slowly by the silent,
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immovable column. The troops were fed where
they stood, without shelter from the fierce blast
and whirling snow.
Soon the order came down the line, " Forward! "
Once more the fearful march across the ice was
resumed. At long intervals there were more halts,
when tea was served ; but the cold increased. The
men now began to surfer less. Some of them
hoarsely roared out a snatch of song; these soon
dropped or wandered away. When the winter
storm of Siberia first assaults it is brutal in its
blows, its piercing thrusts, its agonising rack-
torment of cold. Gradually it becomes less rude
and more dangerous. Its wild shriek of rage be-
comes a crooning cradle-song; it strokes away the
anguish from the knotted joints of hand and foot
and limb. It no longer repels, it invites.
When the long column of staggering, ice-covered
forms reached the eastern shore of the lake its
numbers had lessened by five hundred, who would
never face the unknown enemies of the Far East.
Ivan was among the survivors. His huge frame,
his iron constitution, his allegiance to the Czar, had
carried him through.
He found his company half a verst ahead, and as
night fell he joined a group of grim figures around
a blazing camp-fire. Tea was made and served out,
with regular army rations. The men's drawn faces
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relaxed. They warmed their half-frozen limbs.
Rough jokes passed. The terrors of the lake-
crossing were forgotten. "On to Harbin!" they
roared out in chorus, as their colonel passed.
"Long live the Czar!"
CHAPTER X.
THE FIRST BLOW.
ON the evening of February 8th a fleet of dark-
hulled ships moved silently westward across
the Yellow Sea. In the harbour of Port Arthur
lay the pride of the Russian navy, most of the ships
riding peacefully at anchor in the outer roads.
They comprised the battle-ships Petropavlovsk
(flagship), Perseviet, Czarevitch, Retvizan, and Se-
bastopol, and the cruisers Novik, Boyarin, Bayan,
Diana, Pallada, Askold, and Aurora. Of the officers,
many were on shore, enjoying the hospitalities of
the port and drinking the health of the Czar. The
crews were below decks, or smoking idly and talk-
ing, in the low gutturals of their language, of home
and friends far away. Secure in their sense of their
mighty domain and the power that reached from
the Baltic to the Pacific, they sang snatches of rude
forecastle songs, or joked and laughed at the pros-
pects of a war with the Japanese, "those little
monkeys," who dared dispute even in mild diplo-
macy with the Great Empire. And as they laughed,
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and the smoke curled upward from their bearded
lips, and the little waves of the peaceful harbour
lapped softly against the huge floating forts, the
black hulls from the east crept nearer, through the
darkness.
Nine years had elapsed since the Japanese had
invaded Korea and Manchuria. In 1895, victor
over the Chinese, firmly established with his troops
on the main land, with his fleet riding in the har-
bour of Port Arthur, which his army had taken by
storm, the Mikado had been compelled by the
powerful combination of Russia, France, and Ger-
many to give up the material fruits of his victory,
and Japan, too exhausted to fight for her rights,
withdrew sullenly to her island Empire.
Three years later Russia obtained from China a
twenty-five years' lease of Port Arthur, which. she
claimed she needed "for the due protection of her
navy in the waters of North China." Her next
move was to secure right to build the Manchurian
Railway, connecting her two Pacific ports, Vladi-
vostock and Port Arthur, with her western capital.
She had at last reached the open sea. Vladi-
vostock, at the south-eastern extremity of her own
possessions in the north, was blocked by ice and
shut off from the ocean every winter ; Port Arthur
offered a safe and open roadstead for her navy and
mercantile marine throughout the year.
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During the years that followed Russia strained
every nerve to establish her customs, her power,
and her people in Manchuria. Japan saw the
danger to herself, but was powerless to prevent it.
Recruiting from the expenditures of the Chinese
war, she prepared for the greater struggle that was
inevitable. She built up one of the most formidable
navies the world had seen ; she trained her officers
and crews by the most modern methods; she re-
organised her army and laboured to perfect it as a
fighting machine. By wise laws and enlightened
counsels she fostered her resources until her treasury
was plethoric with gold. At last, early in 1903, she
calmly reminded Russia that the stipulated term of
her occupation of Manchuria, save at Port Arthur,
had expired ; that her excuse for remaining there no
longer existed ; that her pledges of removal must be
kept.
Russia winced under the word "must " ; the key-
word of her own domestic polity, when applied by
the nobles to the masses, it now had a strange and
unwelcome sound. She redoubled her efforts to
pour troops into the province, provisioned and forti-
fied Port Arthur for a year's siege, established a
"railroad guard" of sixty thousand men, — and
blandly promised to retire in the following October.
Japan was no less alert. One by one the divisions
of her great army were mobilised. They were drilled
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unceasingly, by competent officers from Western
schools. They invented new and terrible explosives
and engines of war, and prepared their battle-ships
and torpedo-boats for active service. October
passed, and the forces of Russia in Manchuria had
been largely augmented instead of diminished.
More diplomatic messages, couched in courteous
terms, passed between the two capitals, and greater
numbers of armed men flocked to the eastern and
western shores of the Japan Sea.
Again and again St. Petersburg gained a modicum
of time through silence or evasive answer; while the
rails of the long railroad groaned under the heavy
trains that day and night bore troops, supplies, and
ammunition eastward. At last the limit was reached.
On the 6th of February, at 4 P.M., Kurino, the
Japanese minister at St. Petersburg, presented him-
self at the Foreign Office at that city and informed
Count Lamsdorff that his government, in view of
the delays in connexion with the Russian answer
to Japan's latest demand, and the futility of the
negotiations up to that time, considered it useless
to continue diplomatic relations and "woiild take
such steps as it deemed proper for the protection of
Japan's interests." In obedience to instructions,
therefore, he asked, most gently and politely (after
the fashion of his countrymen), for his passports.
On one of the Japanese torpedo-boats silently
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approaching Port Arthur, just forty-eight hours
after M. Kurino had made his farewell bow at the
court of the Czar, was Oto Owari. No one who
had seen him on the Osprey, meekly serving his
commander with sliced cucumbers and broiled
chicken, would have recognised the trim, alert little
figure in the blue uniform, his visor drawn low over
his sparkling eyes, his whole bearing erect, manly
and marked with intense resolve as he conned his
vessel through the channel toward the doomed fleet
of the enemy.
When the American ship arrived at Shanghai, Oto
had at once procured his own discharge and that of
Oshima, which was an informal matter, they not being
enlisted men but merely cabin servants. Rexdale
was glad to let them go. The little Japs were
too mysterious and secretive personages to render
their presence welcome on a war-ship where the com-
mander should know all that is going on, above-
board and below. Dave more than half suspected
that his stewards were of more importance in their
own country than their menial office would indicate ;
and while he could not exactly regard them in the
light of spies — Japan being friendly to the United
States — he felt more comfortable when they had
taken their little grips and marched ashore to mingle
with the heterogeneous population of the Chinese
port.
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The torpedo-boats increased their speed as they
neared the outer basin of the harbour of Port Arthur.
Oto steered his small black craft directly toward a
huge battle-ship with three smoke-stacks.
"It is the Retwzan" he whispered to the officer
next in command. "I know where to strike her.
Wait for the order."
The Russian ships had their nets out. They be-
lieved the Japanese fleet two hundred miles away.
"Now! " hissed Oto sharply; and in a moment a
long, black, cigar-shaped missile leaped from the
bows of his ship toward the Russian leviathan. It
dashed, foaming, through the water, sheared its way
through the steel meshes of the torpedo net, and
struck the hull of the doomed Retvizan exactly
where Oto had planned his attack. There was a
dull roar, echoed by another and another a short
distance away. Wild cries and shrieks of anguish
rose from the Russian fleet. Two mighty battle-
ships, the Retvizan and the Czarevitch, slowly
heeled over, mortally wounded. The cruiser Pal-
lada began to settle. She, too, was pierced below
the water-line. Thus the Japanese declared war.
The harbour now seemed full of torpedo-boats.
Flash-lights from the forts on the Golden Horn and
the Tiger's Tail disclosed the swarm of invaders.
The hills resounded with the sudden roar of artil-
lery, and every machine-gun in the Russian fleet
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that could be trained on the audacious enemy
poured its hail of steel shot upon them. Outside
the harbour, within easy range, lay the heavier ves-
sels of the Japanese, which opened fire on the forts
and the town from their great turret-guns. In the
midst of the uproar and confusion the torpedo-boats
which had inflicted such terrible damage retired to
the shelter of the outer battle-ships and cruisers, un-
hurt. The Retvizan limped over to the entrance of
the harbour and rested on the rocks. The Czare-
vitch was towed out of further danger. The storm
of Japanese shot and shell diminished and at length
ceased altogether, as the attacking fleet withdrew.
The assault had occupied less than an hour ; at one
o'clock all was silent again, save where the wounded
were being cared for, on the ill-fated Retvizan and
her sister ships, and the crews of every vessel in the
harbour talked hoarsely as they stood to their guns,
with decks cleared for further action. The first sea-
battle — if such it can be called — of the twentieth
century was over. Japan had struck, and struck
fiercely. Russia was stunned by the blow. Al-
though she did not then realise it, her sea-power in
the Pacific was at an end, for years to come.
" Sayonara, Retvizan f " said Commander Oto
Owari grimly, as he headed his ship for the open
sea.
The midnight attack was but the first outburst of
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the storm. Before noon the Mikado's fleet re-
turned, as the United States ships came back at
the battle of Manila, and once more the huge twelve-
inch rifles thundered and the shore forts replied.
The still uninjured vessels of the Russians came
bravely out to meet the foe, but reeled under the
terrible fire that was concentrated upon them. For
an hour the bolts fell thick and fast. Then the
Japanese drew back, and the Russians, dazed, be-
wildered, thunderstruck at the swiftness and might
of the assault, again counted their losses.
"By order of Viceroy Alexieff," reported the
commanding officer to St. Petersburg, "I beg to
report that at about eleven o'clock in the morning
a Japanese squadron, consisting of about fifteen
battle-ships and cruisers, approached Port Arthur
and opened fire. . . .
". . . At about midday the Japanese squadron
ceased its fire and left, proceeding south.
"Our losses are two naval officers and fifty-one
men killed. . . . During the engagement the
battle-ship Poltava and the cruisers Diana, Askold,
and Novik were damaged on the water-line. ' '
Three battle-ships and four cruisers put out of
action in a single day ! But more was to follow.
In the harbour of Chemulpo, across the neck of
the Yellow Sea, lay the Russian cruisers Variag and
Korietz, in company with several war-ships of other
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nations, including the U. S. gunboat Vicksburg.
On the evening before the assault on Port Arthur
the commanders of these two cruisers were notified
by the Rear-Admiral Uriu, commanding a Japanese
squadron, which lay just outside, that on the follow-
ing day they would be attacked at their moorings
if they did not quit the port by noon. Other for-
eign ships in the harbour were warned to withdraw
from the line of fire.
Early the next morning the Variag and Korietz
cleared for action, and, with their bands playing the
Russian national anthem, slipped their cables and
moved slowly out of the harbour to sure destruc-
tion, amid the cheers of the crews of other nations,
who appreciated their splendid bravery and the de-
votion of the men to the Czar, at whose command
they were ready for death in its most terrible form.
At a range of nearly four miles the battle began.
The Japanese squadron opened fire upon the ad-
vancing Russians, who replied as promptly as if they
were the forefront of a fleet of a dozen battle-ships,
instead of a cruiser and gunboat as absolutely help-
less as two spaniels encountering a pack of wolves.
Five shells struck the Variag in rapid succession,
while shrapnel swept the crews repeatedly from her
guns. A single shell killed or disabled all save one
of the gunners on her forecastle ; another struck one
of her six-inch rifles (the largest in her armament),
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and exploded part of her ammunition ; still another
demolished her fore-bridge and set fire to the debris,
so that the crew had to cease firing and rush to fire
stations. Two shells now penetrated at the water-
line. The second bridge was wrecked and a funnel
shattered. All this time the Korietz was firing
wildly and doing little damage to the Japanese, who
paid but slight attention to her.
The Variag, to save the lives of her remaining
crew, turned slowly toward the shore, and, accom-
panied by the gunboat, regained her anchorage,
listing heavily and evidently sinking fast. Surgeons
and ambulances were instantly despatched to the
doomed ship by every war-ship in the harbour, in-
cluding the Vicksburg. It was maliciously reported
that the latter did not assist in this Samaritan
work, but the slander was refuted and absolutely
disproved. Commander Marshall, of the Vicksburgy
was one of the very first to send boats to rescue the
sailors, and medical aid to succour the wounded.
At four o'clock the Korietz was blown up by her
commander. There were two sharp explosions, for-
ward and aft. A mass of flame arose, and a column
of black smoke rolled upward. As the noise of the
explosion died away the Russians on the other ships
could be heard across the bay singing the national
anthem.
The Variag 's sea-cocks were now opened, and
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the ship gradually filled. At five, a succession of
small, sharp explosions were heard. The Russian
captain, fearing that the Japanese would arrive,
begged the commander of a British war-ship to fire
at her water-line, but he refused.
The list to port became more and more marked,
and flames burst out from the sides and stern of the
beautiful ship which, like the Retvizan, had been
the pride of the builders in Cramp's Philadelphia
shipyard a few years before.
The ship's guns remained fast to the end, but
there was a tremendous clatter and roar of gear fall-
ing to leeward. At last, with a slow and majestic
plunge, the Variag sank, all her tubes charged with
torpedoes, and her great rifled guns pointing up-
ward. Soon afterward the mail-boat Sungari was
fired, and the flames sent their red glow over the
harbour of Chemulpo until it and all the ships
seemed embayed in a sea of blood, while the
wounded and dying men moaned below decks. So
ended the first terrible day of the war, and night
fell, as softly, as gently, as on the hills of Palestine
long ago when the holy Babe lay in the manger
and the angels sang "Peace on earth — good will
to men! "
CHAPTER XI.
IN THE MIKADO'S CAPITAL.
ON the evening after the event narrated in the
last chapter a group of foreigners sat on the
pleasant verandah of one of the largest hotels in
Tokio. They were easily distinguishable from the
natives that thronged the street and square, not
only by the Occidental costumes — of the latest and
most fashionable styles — which adorned the ladies,
but by the bright and animated faces with which
they looked out on the strange scene before them,
and discussed the astounding news which had just
been displayed, "in real tea-chest letters," Edith
said, on the newspaper bulletins.
Edith and Ethelwyn Black had been invited by
their father's old friends Colonel and Mrs. Selborne
to join them in a trip around the world. The two
young girls were delighted with the prospect, and
with some reluctance Major Black consented to the
plan. His wife had died five years before, and a
widowed sister kept house for him ; so, although the
separation bore hardly upon the jolly major — from
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whom Wynnie must have inherited her unfailing
flow of spirits — there really was no good excuse for
letting the girls miss such an opportunity to enlarge
their horizon, mental and physical. The party left
New York in December, spent Christmas in San
Francisco, and late in January landed in Yokohama.
After a brief tour inland they went to Tokio, arriv-
ing just before the assault of the Japanese on the
ships in the harbour of Port Arthur.
On this special evening Tokio was a blaze of light.
Not only were lanterns strung over every shop door
and the porches of private houses, but in groups of
twos and threes the golden and crimson globes
veered wildly through the streets, borne by children
as well as by their jubilant elders. Newspaper boys
ran to and fro with extras, their little bells jingling
and their shrill cries sounding above the roar of the
crowds. The naval cadets of Japan in their neat
uniforms massed in a solid column, and their cheer
rang out, loud and clear: "Banzai! Dai Nippon
banzai ! Banzai, banzai, banzai ! "
Edith clasped her hands as she listened. "It 's
like a Harvard cheer," she exclaimed; "only it 's
more real ! ' '
"Yes," said the Colonel, blowing out a whiff of
smoke. "It 's life and death, instead of a mere
football victory. I wish I could get the latest
news "
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Just then a slight, alert figure came up the steps
of the hotel. The young man glanced quickly
right and left as he reached the verandah.
"Ah, Miss Black and Miss Ethelwyn," he said,
coming forward with outstretched hand, "I 'm not
sure that you remember me, but that evening on
the Osprey "
"Mr. Larkin!" exclaimed both girls, rising and
cordially shaking his hand. "How delightful to
find you here! Colonel Selborne, Mr. Larkin, a
friend of Lieutenant-Commander Rexdale's."
"Is Mr. Larkin in the navy?" inquired Colonel
Selborne, meeting the young man's friendly greet-
ing in his hearty way.
"Well, no, not exactly," said Larkin with a
laugh, "although I am on board the war- vessels
pretty often, as war correspondent for the Boston
Bulletin. There are half a dozen of us here already,
trying to get our passes to go to the front, wherever
that may be. Just now it 's on the fleet and at
Chemulpo, where the Japs have landed a regiment."
"O Mr. Larkin!" exclaimed Edith. "You '11
surely be shot, or something, if you go right where
the soldiers and battles are! "
"It will be 'something,' then, I guess," said the
reporter with another of his jolly laughs. "We
fellows are n't often shot. The greatest trouble
we have, in a foreign war, is getting within reach of
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bullets at all. These blessed Japs bow and smile
and promise, from dawn to sunset, but somehow
there 's always some hitch when it comes to actual
permission to start. If I don't get my pass soon,"
he added, lowering his voice, "I shall get a move
on, permission or no permission."
As he spoke, both girls nodded to a man who
bowed low as he passed them and entered the open
door of the hotel. Larkin, following the direction
of their glances, stopped short. A puzzled expres-
sion came into his face.
"Pardon me," he said quickly, "may I ask you
the name of the gentleman who bowed to you? "
"That? Oh, that 's Seftor Bellardo," replied
Wynnie carelessly. "He 's a Spaniard, I believe,
travelling for his health, but he speaks English very
nicely. Have you met him? "
"There 's something familiar about his face,"
mused Fred, "but I can't remember — a Spaniard,
did you say, Miss Ethelwyn?"
"I think — yes, I know he is, for he alluded to his
estates near Barcelona. That 's in Spain, is n't it? "
"It certainly is," assented the war correspondent,
"but that fellow — excuse me, that gentleman-
looked more like a — well, I think the air of Tokio,
or the pleasure of finding old friends here, must
have gone to my head. So we '11 let the Sefior
drop. You '11 be surprised when I tell you of an-
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other friend of yours who arrived here this very
day!"
4 'Oh, who is it? Tell us! " exclaimed the girls.
" Perhaps you 've forgotten him," said Fred, with
a sly glance at 'Wynnie. "I declare there he is,
now ! Hulloa, there ! Ship ahoy ! " he cried, beck-
oning to a trim-looking lad who was passing on the
other side of the street.
"Why, it 's Mr. Starr!" said Wynnie, with a
gladness in her voice that proved she had not for-
gotten her companion of the Osprey banquet.
"Come up here, young man ! " called out Larkin,
rising from his seat. "I would have brought you
here to-morrow, anyway, but my good intentions
are frustrated by your untimely appearance."
By this time the midshipman, recognising the
faces of the two girls, had reached the verandah with
a bound. He was presented to Colonel Selborne,
and then came such a rapid fire of questions and
answers as might have been expected.
Bob explained that he had been temporarily de-
tached from the Osprey to carry important docu-
ments and messages from the commanding officer
of the battle-ship squadron (of which the gunboats
formed one division) of the Asiatic fleet to the
United States naval attache" at Tokio. He had
arrived that morning on the U. S. Ship Zafiro,
which had immediately steamed away again under
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orders to return for him at some future day to be
appointed. He had run across Fred Larkin on the
wharf, that enterprising gentleman being on the
lookout for news from the fleet and any scraps of
information the Zafiro might have picked up as
to the midnight assault on Port Arthur. Starr's
official duties had occupied his attention most of the
day, and he was on his way to see the crowds at the
park when he was hailed from the hotel verandah.
"Well, this is homelike!" he exclaimed with great
satisfaction, as he settled back in his chair next
Wynnie's.
"What is the latest war news?" inquired the
Colonel.
"Oh, the Russians have got it in the — have sus-
tained a severe defeat," said Bob, cutting short his
Academy slang. "The Japs have blown up, sunk,
or disabled half a dozen of the finest ships in their
fleet. This afternoon Admiral Uriu finished off the
Variag and Korietz just outside Chemulpo. The
naval attache got it direct from the commander of
the Vicksburg. I tell you, the old academy made
itself felt when those Russian ships steamed out of
the harbour!"
"Made itself felt? Why, what academy, Mr.
Starr? " asked Colonel Selborne, who was himself a
West Point man.
"Did n't you know, sir, that the Japanese Ad-
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miral Uriu was a graduate of the Naval Academy
at Annapolis?" cried Starr.
' ' Is it possible?"
"It 's true, and what 's more, he married a Vassar
"To graduate from the Naval Academy and
marry a Vassar girl — what more could man desire? "
laughed Edith.
"Echo answers 'What,' " agreed the midshipman
enthusiastically. "That is, unless — Miss Ethel-
wyn, — " But if he had intended to ask whether
she were a Vassar student, his courage failed him and
he lamely inquired if she "felt the draught."
Wynnie dimpled and then laughed outright, put-
ting the young man to still more confusion. Larkin
struck in with one of his irrepressible puns about a
"Vassarlating maid," and the laughter became
general.
"I married a farmer's daughter from Connecti-
cut," said Colonel Selborne, "and, as a result, see
what a charming pair of adopted nieces I have! "
In the midst of the merriment that followed this
sally, Seftor Bellardo passed out of the hotel door,
raising his hat to the group and saying "Good
evening, ladies!" on his way to the street, in the
shadows of which he soon after disappeared.
Larkin started again and frowned. "Where have
I heard that voice? " he demanded. No one could
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enlighten him, and the gay badinage and laughter
of the young people was resumed, while the far-off
clamours of the crowds were renewed as fresh details
of the victory appeared on the illuminated bulletins.
The "piazza party" at the Grand Hotel was pro-
longed to a late hour, when Fred and the midship-
man took their leave, promising to call early the
next forenoon in order to show the young ladies
some of the sights of Tokio.
When the correspondent reached his lodgings he
cudgelled his brain to recall the time and place in
which he had met that stranger whose voice affected
him so unpleasantly. He gave it up at last, but
his last waking thought was a resolve to follow up
the mystery and establish that black-bearded Span-
iard's identity before he left Tokio.
The next morning the two young men appeared
promptly at the appointed hour, together with three
jinrikishas (or " rickshaws, " as foreigners call them)
of the most gorgeous description. It being Satur-
day the Mikado's private pleasure-grounds, the
Fukiage Gardens, were thrown open to the public,
and here the American party wandered for an hour,
observing and discussing the broad, smoothly
cropped lawns, the cascade, the masses of dark
evergreen trees — unfortunately the plum was not
yet in blossom — and, most interesting of all, the
carelesss, bare-headed, quaintly dressed, good-
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natured people who thronged the grounds. Of the
six thousand policemen in Tokio not one was visible
in the Garden, yet everybody was well-behaved and
courteous.
In the afternoon Larkin took his daily tramp to
the War Office. The sentry outside allowed him to
pass with what Fred could not help interpreting as
a sardonic gleam in his dark eye. The man had ad-
mitted many newspaper men, during January and
February, and had seen them depart, bearing
gloomy and disappointed faces and using strong
language which fortunately he could not under-
stand. Any boy or man who has ever drilled will
remember the wearying performance called " mark-
ing time," when the soldier goes through all the
motions of marching, tramp, tramp, tramp, but
never gets ahead one inch. A noted American war
correspondent contributed to his journal at this
period a series of papers called "Marking Time in
Tokio." No term could be more expressive.
Larkin found half a dozen of his brothers-of-the-
craft in the War Office. There were besides, in the
large, bare room, two uniformed orderlies and two
or three grave, elderly, courteous generals, each
apparently doing nothing by himself, and although
politely interested in the welfare of the foreign
visitors, unable to spare time to discuss the war
with them.
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"Perhaps," said one of these officials to Fred, "a
column will leave soon for Korea. It would give
me exalted pleasure to allow you to accompany
them. No, I cannot tell when or where. Must
you go? Good-day ! "
The days passed quickly. Larkin did his best to
pick up scraps of information and cable, or write
them out, for the Bulletin. His leisure moments
he spent with the Blacks and Bob Starr, who was
their unfailing escort in all excursions. Once they
came upon Bellardo in full daylight, and Fred
studied his face, but had to confess himself baffled.
A rather dark complexion, full black beard, and an
odd mispronunciation of English — these peculiarities
he noted; in the two-minute interview with the
young ladies he could make out nothing more, nor
did he even secure an introduction, Bellardo excus-
ing himself, on the plea of an engagement, and
moving away just as Fred joined the group.
The correspondents of the great American, Eng-
lish, French, and German dailies became more and
more impatient. Some of them gave up, or were
recalled, and went home. The certainty that Jap-
anese troops were being taken across in transports
made the situation the more aggravating. News
of various sea-fights, and skirmishes on land, was
posted by the newspapers. It was evident that the
war was proceeding, just as if there were no war
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correspondents waiting to report it — at least, on the
Japanese side. The city reporters in New York
were better informed as to the movements of the
two great armies, than these scouts so near the firing
line, yet so far away. Before long there appeared
ship-loads of wounded men, sent back from the
front to the hospitals in Nagasaki and Tokio.
Information was given out that the Russians were
concentrating in the lower Yalu valley, and that
here the first great battle might take place. It was
necessary for Japan to strike across the Korean
peninsula and isolate Port Arthur, cutting the rail-
road above it if possible.
"Larkin," said Starr, meeting the reporter in the
street one day early in March, "I 've received word
that the Zafiro will be at this port to-morrow, and
I am ordered back to the Osprey. I hate to say
good-bye to you, old fellow! "
' ' And I hate to have you, ' ' said Fred. ' ' Perhaps
you won't have to," he added meaningly.
"Oh, yes, of course I must obey orders. I 'm on
i my way now to make my farewell call at the hotel.
This evening I '11 run in to see you at your lodgings
on my way home."
But when Bob called, Larkin was not in his lodg-
ings, nor, strange to say, was there any trace left of
his ever having occupied the room. No one knew
where he had gone. He had paid his bill in full and
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left the house early in the evening, taking the small
bag which constituted all his luggage.
With a heavy heart — for various reasons — Bob
went on board the Zafiro the next morning, and
the little despatch-boat put out to sea.
CHAPTER XII.
BETWEEN TWO FIRES.
"I SAY, Farmer, can't we have a little target-
1 practice and hit something accidentally — even
that Chinese junk over there would do — so as to
stir up some sort of a scrap? "
Lieutenant Staples, addressing his commander
familiarly by the old Academy nickname, yawned
and stretched his arms in most undignified fashion
as he spoke. The two officers were on the bridge
of the Osprey, which lay at anchor off Chefoo. A
gentle breeze barely stirred the placid waters of the
bay, and the sun gave a hint of the torrid days that
were to come.
"I 'm tired of sitting here, like a toad in a puddle,
are n't you?" added the tall lieutenant, straighten-
ing himself up a little as a boatswain's mate crossed
the open deck below him.
"There is a kind of a sameness about it," laughed
Rexdale, adjusting a pair of field-glasses. "What
sort of a craft is that yonder, Tel? "
"H'm — something under steam, anyway. Can
you make her out through the glass? "
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"Unless I 'm mistaken, it 's the Zafiro" said the
commander, working the glasses for a focus. "Yes,
it 's the despatch-boat, bringing Starr back from
Tokio, no doubt."
Ten minutes later Bob scrambled up over the rail,
followed by a young man in civilian's clothes.
"Fred Larkin!" exclaimed Dave. "How on
earth did he get on board the Zafiro ? ' '
As soon as Midshipman Bob had reported him-
self, the war correspondent stepped up with a genial
smile and shook hands warmly with the officers on
the bridge.
"Fact is, I 'm a stowaway, Dave," said he.
"That gay young lieutenant on the gunboat would
have put me in irons if it had n't been for Bob Starr.
He 's a good fellow and stood by me, when I dis-
closed myself on the Zafiro about twenty miles out. "
"Well, what am I to do with you — that 's the
question?" said Rexdale, laughing in spite of him-
self at the reporter's nonchalance. "Strictly speak-
ing "
"Strictly speaking, I 've no business on one of
Uncle Sam's war-ships without a permit from the
Secretary of the Navy, or the admiral of the fleet,
at least," said Larkin, with utmost good-humour.
"Therefore, we won't speak strictly, until I 've had
time to look about a little, being under arrest,
theoretically."
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"I can't very well drop you overboard, old fel-
low," assented Rexdale, "there being a shark or
two around who would gobble up even a newspaper
man. But really "
"Really, I '11 leave you before night, old man,"
interrupted Fred, "so don't worry. Now you and
Lieutenant Staples just sit down and tell a fellow
what 's the news from home — and hereabouts."
"But how did you manage to get on board the
Zafiro? " queried Dave.
"Ah, don't ask me, and then you won't know.
The movements of some of the heavenly bodies —
comets, for instance, and reporters — can only be
calculated from their periodic appearances, my son.
Did n't you learn that at the Academy?" asked
Fred, as the party of officers betook themselves to
the after cabin. "Let it suffice your lieutenant-
commandership that I really did go on board, and
at the proper dramatic moment materialized before
the astonished crew. I had a little more sail than
I bargained for, not knowing that Mr. Starr had to
report to the admiral before coming here."
"Then Bob did n't know "
"Had n't the ghost of an idea about it, upon my
word of honour," said Larkin hastily. "There
was n't a more thunderstruck man on the ship than
he, when I stepped on deck. I wish you could
have seen his face! "
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They talked of Boston friends and of the progress
of the war, concerning which Rexdale could afford
his friend but little enlightenment. "All sorts of
reports are afloat," said he. "I see in the home
papers — by the way, there 's a bunch of them at
your disposal — that Chefoo is called a ' fake-factory,
working over-time.'
"Not bad," said Larkin. "But so-called fakes
often prove to be facts, after all. Has any attack
yet been made upon Vladivostock? "
"Apparently not. They say the whole sea- front,
up there, is a network of submarine mines. Jap
torpedo-boats and destroyers are patrolling the sea
in every direction, and have picked up one or two
vessels with contraband goods. I believe there was
a bombardment of the port early in the month, but
it amounted to nothing."
"And on land?"
"Well, the Russians are said to have about four
hundred thousand men in Manchuria, and they are
arriving by the railroad at the rate of a regiment a
day. The Japs probably have at least half that
number on the mainland. They are swarming
across the Korean Peninsula and will have Port
Arthur isolated before long."
"If that is so," mused Fred, "I must move
quickly."
"Move— where?"
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"I 'm going into Port Arthur, my boy."
"Port Arthur! You '11 never get there alive —
don't try it, Larkin ! " exclaimed Staples earnestly.
"There 's a close blockade, and you '11 either be sunk
in the bay or at the very best be taken prisoner
if you reach the shore."
"It 's just that Very best* that I 'm reckoning
upon," rejoined the reporter coolly. "I wanted to
see you fellows before I went in, so you can allude
to my whereabouts if I don't show up in a week or
two. I 'm an American citizen, Dave, and don't
you forget it. You may be sure I won't let Russian
or Jap, whichever one captures me, forget that
little fact. There 's no danger of my being hung as
a spy, for I have my passport and credentials, and
the worst they can do, when they 've made their
investigation, is to fire me out. All this is suppos-
ing I actually reach one ' firing-line ' or the other.
I 've sat round in Tokio and looked at lanterns and
spidery letters until I 'm tired of it. The Bulletin
sent me out here to get news, and I 'm not going
to disappoint the old man."
The day passed pleasantly enough, with stories,
talk of old times and discussions of war incidents.
The routine duties of naval life filled the intervals
in the conversation. Late in the afternoon the of-
ficers missed their jolly companion, and enquired for
him? but no one knew where he was. As evening
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came on they realised that the daring young re-
porter had kept his word and left them, it was
impossible to ascertain when or by what means.
"I hope he won't get into serious trouble," said
the commander anxiously.
"Oh, Larkin can take care of himself," replied
Liddon, who had joined in the useless search. "He
has been through one war, besides innumerable
scrapes in which he came out on top. That 's why
the Bulletin chose him for this service."
"Evening colours! " sang one bugle after another,
on the war-ships; and all hands stood with bared
heads while the flags fluttered down from staff and
peak.
Shortly afterward a dull boom sounded across the
waters of the bay. But little attention was paid to
it by the men on the Osprey, such disturbances be-
ing of daily occurrence. That shot, however, meant
much to Fred Larkin.
About half an hour before he was missed, that
afternoon, he had slipped over the ship's side into
a Chinese sampan, or small fishing-boat, which had
come alongside to dispose of its fare of fish. Fred
tossed a coin to the Chinaman who was seated in
the stern and pulled a broad piece of matting over
himself in the bottom of the boat. All this was
done in less time than it takes to tell it. If any of
the Osprey s jackies saw it, he said nothing. The
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sympathy of a sailor always goes with a runaway,
whatever the reason for the escape may be.
The owner of the sampan, understanding from a
gesture of his unexpected passenger that the latter
wished to reach the shore without detection, imme-
diately cast off his painter and worked his small
craft skilfully and swiftly toward the docks of Che-
foo. As soon as the Osprey was hidden by another
hull— that of a British man-of-war — Larkin threw
off the matting gladly enough and sat up. Presently
he caught sight of a large junk, just hoisting its
sails. It was heavily loaded, though the character
of its freight could not be ascertained.
Fred pointed to the junk, and the oarsman turned his
boat toward it. A moment later he was alongside.
" Where are you bound?" he called out to the
skipper.
Fortunately the latter could understand English.
"Port Arthur," he replied, but not loudly.
Fred held up a coin. The man nodded, and the cor-
respondent jumped on board, taking in his hand the
small leathern gripsack he had brought from home.
The junk proved to be coal-laden, and the captain
(and owner), having made sure that no Japanese
vessels were in sight, was about to make a dash for
Port Arthur, where he knew he would obtain high
rates for his cargo.
It soon appeared that he had underrated the
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watchfulness of the blockaders, for within less than
an hour from leaving port the men on the junk per-
ceived a torpedo-boat destroyer bearing down on
them. The skipper calculated his chances of safe
return, and decided to "keep all on" for Port
Arthur. In twenty minutes the black hull of the
pursuer could be plainly made out, and soon after
the sound of a gun was heard. The Chinamen
working the junk got as far down out of danger as
possible, in their clumsy craft, and Fred followed
suit. He had no desire to be killed or maimed, nor
did he wish to be captured and sent back to Tokio.
He was beginning to despair of the successful
issue of his adventure, when a shout from the sailors
called his attention to an object dead ahead. It
was a column of dense black smoke arising from the
sea in the direction of Port Arthur.
A cheer rang out from the Chinamen, as they
perceived the smoke. There could be no doubt
that it arose from a Russian war-ship, coming out
under full head of steam to meet the destroyer.
Again the Japanese gun spoke, and this time the
shot struck the water within a few feet of the junk.
"They 've got our range," said Fred to himself
grimly. "Trust the Japs for scientific work, when
it comes to firing! I might as well improve the
time, though!" And drawing his note-book from
his pocket he began to take notes.
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The junk kept on its course, foaming through
the water under pressure of her great sail until the
lee rail almost went under. Clouds had arisen in
the west and it was nearly dark. A search-light on
the mainland flared out suddenly, and a broad ray
wavered over the waves until it picked up the Jap-
anese boat, now within less than a mile of the
fleeing junk. A deep boom sounded ahead. The
Russian had at last spoken, and a big lump of steel
swirled through the gloom, over the great triangular
sail. The Chinese craft was between two fires.
The Japs shrewdly kept her in line with themselves
and the enemy, so that the latter dared not fire low.
The destroyer fired steadily and fiercely, hulling the
junk more than once. It was evident that a crisis
was at hand.
Crash ! A solid six-pound shot struck the stern
of the labouring White Dragon, knocking her rudder
to bits and killing the skipper, who had remained
bravely at the helm. The junk yawed wildly and
fell off before the wind. The sailors shrieked and
ran to and fro, calling upon their gods to help them.
Another shot, and the mast went by the board.
But the Russian cruiser was now close at hand and
engaged the Japanese boat savagely.
Fred was watching the fight and looking for a
chance to hail the Russian, when a splinter struck
him and he was knocked headlong into the sea.
CHAPTER XIII.
WYNNIE MAKES A BLUNDER.
EDITH and Wynnie found Tokio rather lonely
after the two young men had gone. It was
the loveliest season of the Japan year; the trees
were pink with blossoms and every street and square
carpeted with fallen petals. Save in the govern-
ment offices and at the railway stations there was
little outward sign of war. All over the empire
almond-eyed girls and women were working quietly
for the soldiers, arranging bandages, picking lint,
preparing scrap-books for the hospitals; but this
made no stir. The rickshaw coolies pattered along
the city streets and groups of strangers clustered
about the shop-windows as in the time of peace.
Now and then the tap of a drum was heard, and a
column of dark-faced little soldiers passed at quick-
step, their faces set with stern resolve, the sunrise
flag floating before them. For a moment the
crowds turned to look, then returned to their
money-making or sight-seeing or shopping.
Seftor Bellardo became more attentive to the
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Blacks on the very day when the midshipman and
correspondent sailed away in the Zafiro. He at-
tached himself naively to their party, even when
they went to the War Office to ask for the latest
news.
Larkin and Bob Starr, in pursuance of their pur-
pose of showing their friends everything worth see-
ing in Tokio, had introduced the American girls, as
well as Colonel Selborne, to the high government
officials, who had welcomed the strangers with
utmost courtesy.
About a week after the departure of the young
men the Blacks called at the War Office, Bellardo
following meekly in their train. As it happened,
no one was in the room but the orderlies, who gave
the party to understand that their superiors had been
called out, but would return soon.
"Oh, we can't wait," said Edith impatiently.
"But it 's our last visit, really a call of ceremony,
girls," protested their adopted uncle, as he called
himself. "It will hardly be courteous to leave
without seeing one or both of these gentlemen who
have been so polite to us."
"I '11 write a line and leave it for them," said
Wynnie impulsively. "We 've lots to do, Uncle,
and we can't waste time, you know, in our last day
in Tokio. They may not come back for hours."
She took the chair of one of the officials, looked
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about for pen and ink, and began writing hurriedly
on a blank sheet which lay on the top of a pile of
documents. The orderlies gazed in bewilderment at
the pretty vision of the girl in a picture hat, occupy-
ing the chair of their venerated head of department.
Before Wynnie could finish her note, however,
the owner of the chair appeared, with profuse apolo-
gies for his delay. Wynnie crumpled up the slip of
paper upon which she was writing, and dropped it
into the waste-basket as she rose to pay her respects
to the war official. The rest of the party advanced
and joined in the mutual farewells and regrets. As
they stood by the desk, Edith was surprised to see
the Spaniard stoop, take Wynnie's half-written note
from the basket, and bestow it in an inner pocket.
"How sentimental ! " she thought, rather contempt-
uously. She started to speak to her sister about
it, on the way home, but something in the street
took her attention, and she forgot all about it.
The Blacks had expected to leave next morning
for Yokohama, where they were to go on board a
steamer for Hawaii and San Francisco. In the dis-
turbed state of affairs on the Chinese coast, Colonel
Selborne had concluded not to risk inconvenience
or danger, and to give up the rest of the trip. Early
in July the whole party would be at home once
more. But their plans were interrupted by an un-
foreseen and astounding incident. It was no less
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than the detention of all four by the Japanese
Government.
They had hardly reached the hotel, on their re-
turn from the War Office, when a dapper little
gentleman stepped up to the Colonel and said a few
words in a low tone.
' ' What ! ' ' exclaimed the American. * ' Impossible.
We start for home to-morrow morning. Edith,"
he added, turning to his young guests, who were
just behind with Sefior Bellardo, "this man says we
are not to leave the hotel till further notice. Special
orders from the War Office! "
"Why, what can be the reason? What has
happened? "
The Japanese officer shrugged his shoulders and
murmured an apology. "A document of great
value has been lost," he said. "It is necessary to
detain every one who has visited the office during
the afternoon. It is mere form. Honourably do
not be annoyed — a thousand regrets for your in-
convenience! "
Colonel Selborne understood Japanese methods
well enough to know there was a hand of iron under
the velvet glove. He submitted with what grace he
could muster.
"Search our rooms," he said. "It is absurd to
suppose "
"Ah," interrupted the emissary from the War
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Office eagerly, "we suppose nothing. It is mere
form. To-night, to-morrow, next day, you will
surely be at liberty to depart. If you are put to
extra expense by remaining longer than you had
planned the Government will repay all."
At the Colonel's urgent request the rooms were
searched, and of course nothing was found The
little man withdrew, walking backward and apolo-
gising over and over; but he did not leave the hotel.
He sent a message to the Office and informed the
Blacks that nothing further could be done until the
next day.
It was ten o'clock in the evening when the recol-
lection of Wynnie's half-written note flashed across
Edith's mind. She almost flew to her uncle's door
and rapped. The good man had not retired; he
was too much annoyed and troubled to sleep.
"Uncle, Uncle, I 've something important to tell
you. It may be a clue!" And she described
Wynnie's act of throwing away the piece of paper
and its subsequent recovery by the Spaniard.
"I thought he just wanted a bit of Wyn.'s writ-
ing," she said, her lip curling a little. "It may be
there was something deeper in it."
"But the paper was perfectly blank; there was
nothing on it but two or three lines I had written
when General Kafuro came in," said Wynnie, who
had joined them.
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"Did you look on the other side of the sheet?"
demanded Colonel Selborne.
"Not once! And it may have been the very
document they miss! Oh, what a foolish, foolish
girl I was ! I saw the paper lying there on a heap
of other sheets, and supposed — oh, the General
must have turned it over so that no one would see
it when he was called out, expecting to return in a
minute ! That was it, I know it was — and it 's all
my fault!" Wynnie hid her face on her uncle's
shoulder.
"There, there, dear, it was a natural enough mis-
take, and you really meant to do a kind and
courteous thing in writing our regrets," said the
Colonel, patting the brown head.
"Do you know what the missing paper was, sir? "
asked Edith.
"It was a sketch of a portion of the fortifications
at Sasebo, with specifications below — all in very fine
handwriting and pale ink. I must see the officials
at once," added Colonel Selborne, looking for his
hat.
"Why not hunt up Sefior Bellardo first?" sug-
gested Edith eagerly. "Now I think of it, he must
have left us just as you were first notified, and he
did n't come near us the whole evening."
"I noticed that," said Wynnie," and was glad of
it. I can't bear him, and never could."
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"Do you remember how Mr. Larkin looked at
him?"
"Yes, and he said "
"I can't stop, my dears," broke in the Colonel.
"I '11 enquire for the Spaniard at once and find him
if he is in the hotel. Do you know where his lodg-
ings are in Tokio? "
Neither of them knew. Singularly enough, the
man had never mentioned his lodging-place. He
always dined at the hotel.
Colonel Selborne found the Japanese official on
the verandah, and at once took him into his confi-
dence. They made enquiries and looked into every
public room in the hotel. Bellardo was not there.
"Leave the matter now with me," said the secret-
service man quietly. "My men are near, and I will
continue the search. In the morning you shall
know the result, and I hope to be able to relieve
you from further surveillance."
Early the next morning the report was made by
the chagrined but ever-polite officer. The bird had
flown. Seftor Bellardo 's lodgings were known — as
were those of every stranger in the city — to the
police. They were visited before midnight, and
found empty. The police in every seaport were
notified by telephone and ordered to arrest a tall,
we,ll-dressed man, claiming to be a Spaniard, with
dark complexion and black beard and moustache.
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His clothes were described, as well as a certain
shifty look in his eyes. His bearing was that of one
who had been trained in a military or naval school.
Colonel Selborne and his party made affidavits
before the American consul, telling everything they
knew about the matter. As General Kafuro re-
membered leaving the paper on the very pile from
which Wynnie had taken her sheet, there seemed to
be no doubt that Edith's story accounted for the
theft. Other papers of value had been missed from
time to time since the war broke out, and it was be-
lieved at the Office that the so-called Spaniard was
a dangerous spy in the pay of the Russians.
General Kafuro congratulated Ethelwyn on hav-
ing forced the man's hand, and, at the request of the
consul, declared the American party free to leave
Tokio whenever they wished.
Colonel Selborne lost no time in availing himself
of the permission and, with his wife and the two
young ladies, sailed from Yokohama two days later.
On the evening of the same day, when the City
of Pekin was heading eastward with the Americans
on board, a small sailboat put out from a village on
the west coast of the island. Besides the sailors it
had one passenger — a gentleman with smooth face,
light complexion, and red hair. The boatmen had
agreed, for a large sum, to land him at the nearest
point in Korea, unless they should previously fall in
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with a Russian war-ship. The latter contingency
actually came to pass, as the boat was driven north-
ward by a southerly storm, and picked up by one
of the Vladivostock squadron, then cruising for
prizes.
From Vladivostock, where he was safely landed
on the following day, the red-haired gentleman pro-
ceeded by rail to Harbin Junction, and then south-
ward to Port Arthur, now nearly cut off by
Nogi's troops. Trains, however, were still run-
ning regularly between the beleaguered port and
Moukden.
Strangely enough, the hair of the mysterious
gentleman was now rapidly turning dark. By the
time he reached Port Arthur, it was quite black. A
stubbly beard and moustache, too, began to show
themselves on his sallow face. The man spoke
Russian brokenly, and used English when he could.
Never a Spanish word came from his lips, and the
Barcelona estates proved veritable castles in Spain,
fading from his memory.
As the man passed up the street of Port Arthur,
under escort of a corporal's guard, he laid his hand
triumphantly on his breast. In an inner pocket,
beneath it, reposed a sheet of rice paper, on one
side of which were scrawled a few lines, in a girl-
ish handwriting. On the other were drawings of
moats, counterscarps, and a medley of fortifications,
WYNNIE MAKES A BLUNDER. 155
followed by vertical lines of delicate Japanese
characters.
"Take me at once to General Stoessel's head-
quarters," said the sallow-faced man. "I have im-
portant information for him. Here is my pass from
the War Office at St. Petersburg."
CHAPTER XIV.
THE ATTACK OF THE " OCTOPUS".
SINCE the Stone Age, when long-haired men,
half brutes, fought with battle-clubs made by
lashing a rudely shaped lump of stone in the cleft
end of a club, and with arrows and javelins tipped
with hammered flint, through all the successive
generations of fighters, human ingenuity has been
exercised to its utmost to devise new implements of
warfare, and new defences to protect against them.
A long stride was taken when the first elaborately
carved, bell-mouthed cannon roared at Cressy and
Poictiers ; another when iron balls were substituted
for stone, and still a third when the idea flashed
upon some belligerent inventor to make his iron
shot hollow and transform them into explosive
shells and death-dealing shrapnel.
From shells to torpedoes was an easy transition,
and the torpedo-boat became necessary, duly fol-
lowed by the torpedo-boat destroyer. At the same
time the armour of the largest fighting ships was
increased in thickness from two or three inches to a
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foot, over the vital parts of the battle-ship and
cruiser, the primary batteries of which now included
huge rifled guns throwing a steel projectile of well-
nigh half a ton's weight.
The torpedo is a terrible but uncertain weapon.
The modern search-light makes daylight of the
darkest night, and renders the approach of a
torpedo-boat within striking distance exceedingly
difficult. If detected, the boat is doomed, for a
concentration of fire from the larger ship beats the
necessarily small assailant to death in a moment.
Moreover it is by no means sure that the torpedo
will do its work when launched at the enemy, even
if it succeeds in piercing the wire net that is sus-
pended to entangle it at a safe distance from the
hull of the vessel attacked.
Summing up all the obstacles to successful tor-
pedo attack, it may be reckoned that only one in
twelve reaches its mark, explodes, and accomplishes
its purpose.
It remained for the twentieth century to produce
a terrible fighting-machine — often foretold but never
perfected until the Russo - Japanese war — which
should approach the enemy unseen, discharge its
torpedo with careful aim at the most vulnerable
part of its huge adversary, and, while the latter was
floating in fancied security on the open sea, strike a
blow which should be instantly fatal. Such is the
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marvellous submarine torpedo-boat of this day and
generation.
The idea of a boat that shall move under water
and discharge its missile at a hostile ship is by no
means a new one. In 1776 a young man named
David Bushnell, of New Haven, Connecticut, con-
structed a submarine boat resembling two "turtle-
backs " screwed together. She was so small that
only one man could occupy her. Air was supplied
to last half an hour. The "crew," who was ex-
pected to work by hand the propelling screw, was
also supposed to be able to pump in and out water
ballast to enable her to descend to the desired
depth, to maintain the craft on an even keel when
submerged, and to detach two hundred pounds of
ballast weights in order to rise again to the surface.
An explosive mine containing one hundred and
fifty pounds of gunpowder was to be towed along-
side until the bottom of the enemy's ship was
reached, when, the mine having been fastened to
the hull, a clock-work arrangement, set by the
operator, would explode the charge. Nothing
practical resulted from the young Yale man's
scheme, but it is evident that his boat was the
original model for every submarine torpedo-boat
which has since been invented.
In 1800 Robert Fulton, turning his attention from
steam engines for a while, modelled a boat which
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was a considerable improvement upon Bushnell's,
but, like the latter, failed in practical use.
During our Civil War several essays were made at
submarine warfare, the Confederates taking the
initiative. One of these submarines actually blew
up a Union man-of-war, but was itself demolished,
with its crew of nine men. Every great navy in the
world now reckons a number of submarines among
its available forces.
One of the most dangerous and powerful of these
deadly destroyers at the time of the breaking out of
the Japanese war was the Octopus, launched at night,
with great secrecy, near the naval station of Sasebo.
Her length was eighty feet, diameter eleven feet,
displacement (when submerged) one hundred and
thirty-nine tons. When she was running light, or
"awash," the twin-screws, operated by triple ex-
pansion engines worked by steam, gave a speed of
fifteen knots, with a minimum endurance, at this
speed, of twelve hours.
To drive the craft when submerged a battery of
storage cells supplied an electric current to operate
motors sufficient to give a speed of eight knots for
at least six hours. Her armament consisted of five
automobile torpedoes and two expulsion tubes,
which opened through her black prow like the
nostrils of some hideous sea-monster. She was
able to sink to a depth of twenty feet below the
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surface within one minute after the order to dive
was given. When she was submerged three feet the
pilot obtained a view over the water by means of a
camera lucida in a tube that projected above the
surface.
When Jules Verne wrote Twenty Thousand
Leagues under the Sea, in 1873, his Nautilus was
deemed by the reader untaught in naval construc-
tive history a wild creation of the author's fancy,
like his passenger-car shot to the moon from an
enormous cannon. To-day there is not a naval
commander who would not look grave and con-
sider an immediate withdrawal of his ship when
told an enemy's submarine was cruising in his
neighbourhood.
In the face of open danger, visible to eye and ear,
no officer of the navy blenches. The submarine is
out of sight. It may be within a hundred yards of
the ship when the report is brought. A man who
will stand up against a wild beast or a band of
savages without a tremor will turn white and shriek
with terror if, when he is in the water, the cry of
"Shark ! " is raised. The shark betrays its presence
by its black dorsal fin above the surface of the sea.
When the fin disappears the danger increases, be-
comes terrible; the fear of the swimmer in the
vicinity of that black, unseen peril overmasters him.
The submarine sinks, like the shark, to attack.
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Its gleaming back, surmounted by the small, round
conning tower, disappears amid a swirl of foam. A
single staff at the stern betrays its presence for a
moment ; then that, too, glides beneath the surface.
Not a man on the' battle-ship but shudders at the
thought of that hidden monster under the waves,
driven by the skill and hatred of the human brain.
Only tried and absolutely reliable men are chosen
for the crew of the submarine. They must be ready
to endure extreme discomfort and hardship and
must hold their lives in their hands. A well-aimed
shot from a war-ship, or a defect in the delicate ma-
chinery of the boat, and all is over. A submarine
never is wrecked; it sinks, with all on board; it is
obliterated.
The Japanese have been among the first to realise
the terrible effectiveness of this formidable engine
of war. No one outside a handful of men near the
Mikado's throne knows how many submarine tor-
pedo-boats are included in the Japanese navy, nor
where they are stationed. Japanese naval officers
and men form an ideal body from which the crews
of these boats are to be chosen. In conflict with
the enemy, whether on land or at sea, they reckon
their lives as nothing. They seek eagerly for a
glorious death at the hands of the foe, and when
that is denied them and defeat is inevitable they
prefer to die by their own weapons, or by leaping
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into the sea, rather than prolong what would be to
them a life of disgrace.
Oto Owari was appointed, on the nth of April
in this eventful year, to the command of the sub-
marine Octopus, then docked, under a concealing
roof, at Sasebo. Three nights later he went on
board with a picked crew at midnight, and the
Octopus, first gliding out of the dock, and gathering
speed until she reached open water, suddenly stopped
her engines and began to sink, inch by inch. In
one minute a dark spot on the sea, and a patch of
foam, indicated the top of her conning tower; and
a moment later she was out of sight. In the act of
sinking, her prow was toward the west.
Early on the morning of April I3th, the Japanese
fleet made a demonstration in the direction of Port
Arthur. Always ready to accept a challenge while
there was a shot in the locker, the Russians steamed
out to meet them. There was but a brief exchange
of battle courtesies. The Port Arthur ships were
far out-numbered and out-metalled, and Admiral
Makaroff, on the Petropavlovsk, signalled for his
squadron to retire.
The Petropavlovsk was a first-class battle-ship of
about 11,000 tons, with heavy armament of twelve-
inch guns and secondary batteries. She had on
board the admiral, the regular crew of 650 men, the
Grand Duke Cyril, and, as a special guest, the
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famous painter Verestchagin. Makaroff, with sev-
eral officers of high rank, having satisfied them-
selves that the ship was in no immediate danger,
proceeding as she now was under good headway,
toward her home port, with the Japanese fleet hull
down in the offing, went below to breakfast. The
Grand Duke and the great artist remained on the
bridge with the commander of the flagship and its
lieutenant. They scanned through their glasses
the far-off pursuers, and the frowning forts on
Golden Hill, and congratulated each other on the
escape of the Russian squadron from the danger of
annihilation by an immensely superior force. Not
a man of them guessed the near presence of a peril,
unseen beneath those waves, dimpling in the morn-
ing sunlight, more terrible than the whole array of
Japanese battle-ships on the horizon. Verestchagin,
then the greatest living painter of death on the
battle-field, knew not that Death was at that mo-
ment gliding toward him ; that he was taking his
last look at the drifting clouds, the rippling sea, the
blue hills of Manchuria. The Petropavlovsk sped
onward, but faster, beneath the waves, sped the
Octopus, guided by the fierce eyes, the strong hand,
the glowing heart and brain of the small brown man
erstwhile cabin steward of the Osprey.
Suddenly the great battle-ship quivered from stem
to stern, as if she had struck upon a rock. The sea
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rose on the starboard side in a tremendous wave,
and a roar like a broadside of a frigate filled the air,
followed by a rattling, crashing discharge from the
magazines. A huge gap appeared in the hull of the
ship. A cataract of water poured in, and slowly
turning upon her side, with one great, hissing gasp
the Petropavlovsk sank.
The other ships of the squadron hastened to the
spot, and almost before the fighting-tops of the
battle-ship disappeared their boats were foaming
across the water to pick up the survivors from the
ill-fated vessel. The Grand Duke was saved, as
were the lieutenant, two other officers, and about
fifty sailors. Every other man went to the bottom.
Never again would the guns of Russia boom out
their noisy salute to the gallant admiral; and
Verestchagin had made his last great study of
Death.
THE SINKING OF THE PETROPAVLOVSK.
CHAPTER XV.
UNDER THE RED CROSS.
WHEN Fred Larkin regained consciousness,
after being hurled into the sea, he found
himself lying on a large table covered with a white
cloth. Around him stood a number of big, burly
men with black beards and stern but not unkindly
faces. He knew at once that they must be Rus-
sians, and (having applied himself vigorously to the
study of their language on his outward voyage from
San Francisco) addressed himself to the most amia-
ble-looking of the lot.
"Where am I?" he asked, in very poor Russian.
The man did not reply, but said, "Do you speak
French?"
"Out/" replied Larkin, glad to know that he
could converse in a tongue much more familiar to
him than the former. He repeated his question,
adding, as a twinge of pain shot through his shoul-
der, "I am hurt."
"Yes," said the other; "you were struck by a
splinter. We picked you up from the water and
brought you here. You are English?"
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"American. Am I in Port Arthur, then?"
"You are near Port Arthur, at Laouwei. What
were you doing in the Chinese junk which was sunk
by the Japanese?" demanded the Russian more
sternly.
"I am a newspaper correspondent," said Fred
boldly, though in a weak voice. His wound pained
him more and more, and he rightly guessed that the
collar-bone was fractured. "I have been in Tokio,
and could not reach the front, so I crossed over to
your side, where, they tell me, the press receives
more consideration. My credentials are in my in-
side pocket."
The officer — for such Fred deemed him to be —
smiled grimly, but made no comment upon this
speech.
"You must be taken to the hospital in the city,
where they will set your broken bone," he said.
"Meanwhile you will pardon the discourtesy of
covering your face."
A word of command was given, and a light cloth
laid over the reporter's head. He was then placed
gently upon a stretcher and carried on board some
kind of a vessel. Before long Fred heard the
clamour of a wharf crowd; then felt himself lifted
again and borne through the streets of a city which
he knew must be Port Arthur, up a rather steep
hill, to a building where he was deposited on a cot
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beside two other men. The cloth was now re-
moved, and the first object which met his eye was
the kind, good face of a young woman, on whose
arm was bound a strip bearing a red cross. With a
feeling that he was in a safe refuge he meekly took
the medicine held to his lips and fell into a deep
sleep.
Between his sleeping and waking, the collar-bone
was set that afternoon. Fred only remembered a
confused sense of gentle hands and rough voices,
of the smell of chloroform, of a general battered and
"want-to-cry" feeling; and, at last, of utter aban-
donment of restfulness. The next morning he was
weak and a little feverish, but he felt like a new
man. In three weeks, the surgeon told him, he
would be about again. Fred made use of his first
returning strength to cable to the Bulletin and ask
for instructions. The censor passed the message
without cutting. The reply was terse: "Remain
Russian army."
The time passed pretty heavily with the disabled
correspondent, during his convalescence at the hos-
pital. From the window of his room he could look
down on the harbour and see the Russian war-ships.
His two room-mates, Japanese officers from one of
the stone-laden hulks sunk in a vain attempt to
block the channel in Hobson fashion, had been sent
to prison soon after his arrival.
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From time to time he obtained scraps of informa-
tion from other patients, from the hospital surgeon-
staff, and from his gentle little nurse, Marie
Kopofsky, a native of Moscow. Not "at the
Czar's command," but of her own free will, she had
volunteered, as had hundreds of Japanese women
on their side of the sea, to nurse the sick and
wounded at the front, under the banner of the Red
Cross.
On the day before he left the hospital Fred was
walking idly through the corridors to his room,
when his ear caught the sound of an unpleasantly
familiar voice. It recalled the prison at Santiago,
where he had been confined at the close of his dar-
ing scouting expedition during the Spanish War.
It recalled, too, strangely enough, the bright days
he had recently passed at Tokio. Suddenly a light
broke upon his mind.
"Stevens!" he exclaimed under his breath.
"That mean traitor who tried to bribe me to betray
the secrets of the United States navy to the Spanish
— he and Seftor Bellardo are the same man ! It was
the beard and the dark complexion that fooled me!
What tricks is he up to now, I wonder? " *
* Readers of Cleared for Action will remember the previous career
of the renegade Stevens. He was a graduate of the Naval Academy
at Annapolis, and subsequently turned against his country. In an
attempt to betray the Spaniards he was detected, arrested, and thrown
into prison at Santiago just before the fall of that city.
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Fred turned away abruptly, before Stevens caught
sight of him, and entering his private room closed
the door.
"I may not be here long," he muttered, "but
while I am I will keep an eye on that fellow."
The next day he received his discharge from the
hospital, and obtained lodgings at a respectable
hotel near by. As soon as possible he presented
his credentials to General Stoessel, and received a
newspaper pass, with the instructions of the Russian
government governing war correspondents at the
front. They were, in brief, as follows:
Rule I. Correspondents must not interfere in any
way with the preparations for war, or the plans of
the staff, or divulge military secrets of advantage to
the enemy, such as actions in which forts are
damaged or guns lost.
II. No criticism of members of the General Staff,
Corps, or Division Staff. The report of an engage-
ment must be limited to a simple statement of fact.
III. Correspondents must not transmit uncon-
firmed information about the enemy, such as ru-
mours of victory, or threatening movements, which
may cause public uneasiness in Russia.
IV. All correspondents without credentials will
be turned back. Those given permission to join
the forces are in honour bound to observe the
regulations, with the penalty of expulsion without
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warning for any violation. They can go anywhere in
the field, and are barred only from the Russian fleet.
"H'm," said Fred, as he read over the printed
rules, "fair enough, though 'a simple statement of
fact ' is hard lines on a flowery writer. If my
friends the Japs had been as liberal, I should n't
have got into Port Arthur in a hurry."
He soon made the acquaintance of two or three
other newspaper men from European capitals, and
managed to get a few good cables through the
censor without their being mangled beyond recog-
nition. He soon discovered Stevens's lodgings,
where he learned that the traitor had the entree of
Staff headquarters, and was known as Henry Burley,
of Liverpool. For the present Fred could see no
spoke to put in his wheel, for the interests of the
United States were, as far as he knew, in no way
involved in the man's character or actions. Still,
as Fred soliloquised, "he would bear watching."
The war proceeded with unabated vigour. During
the second week of Fred's enforced idleness another
sea-tragedy took place in the Yellow Sea, off Korea.
The Japanese transport Kinshiu Maru was proceed-
ing from Nagasaki to the Korean coast, with am-
munition, coal, supplies, and infantry. In the
middle of the night several large ships loomed up
through the haze. Supposing them to be Togo's
fleet, the Kinshiu Maru signalled, "I am bringing
UNDER THE RED CROSS. If I
you coal." What was her commander's dismay to
read the answer, twinkling out in red and white
Ardois lights, "Stop instantly!" At the same
moment the cry ran through the transport, "The
Russians! the Russians !"
"Surrender!" signalled Admiral Yeszen, from
his flagship. It was the Vladivostock squadron
of formidable cruisers, released at last from the ice
which for months had both protected and fettered
them.
Instead of surrendering, the crew of the Kinshiu
Maru began to lower their boats in mad haste,
hoping to escape in the darkness ; a Russian steam
cutter captured every boat but one, which was
afterward picked up by a Japanese schooner, many
miles from the scene of the disaster.
The Russians boarded the transport, and found
about one hundred and fifty soldiers, who barri-
caded themselves in the cabin and refused to
surrender. Withdrawing to their ships, the victors
began to shell the doomed hulk. The Japanese
soldiers swarmed on deck and discharged their rifles
in the direction of the foe, shouting old Samurai
battle-songs. Pierced and shattered, the transport
settled lower and lower in the water. At last a
Whitehead torpedo, exploding against the ship,
tore a great hole in her hull amidships, and she
plunged into the depths of the sea. Up to the last
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moment, when the waves rolled over them, the
soldiers shouted their defiance and steadily loaded
and fired. With two hundred prisoners, the Rus-
sian squadron returned to Vladivostock.
On land the Japanese advanced steadily. Gradu-
ally the long, throttling fingers extended from east
and west toward the railroad that meant life or
death to the great fortress. Then came the battle
of the Yalu, to the east. The river was crossed,
the Japanese poured into Manchuria, and the posi-
tion of the Russian forces on the Liaotung peninsula
became still more critical. Supplies were crowded
into the beleaguered port, and non - combatants
filled the northward-bound trains to overflowing.
Early in May it became evident that with one more
clutch of the relentless hand of Nippon all com-
munication between Port Arthur and the rest of
the world would be cut off.
Fred Larkin saw that he must decide whether to
move out at once or remain virtually a prisoner in
the town. Most of the other correspondents had
already gone. The instructions from the home
office were ambiguous. He tried to cable again, but
the wires were pre-empted for military despatches
in those stirring days. He decided, reluctantly, to
abandon Port Arthur and join the Russian army
now entrenched a few miles north, on the line of
the railroad.
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On the evening before the day which he had set
for his departure he was strolling about the large
square where a military band was playing national
airs, when he bumped against a stranger who was
hurrying in the opposite direction. Both paused,
and their eyes met.
"Larkin!"
"Stevens!"
4 'Hush! " said the latter, looking nervously over
his shoulder. "My name is Burley. Why are you
here? When did you leave Tokio?"
"At about the same time when you decamped
with the War Office documents," said Fred easily.
"Look here, old fellow," he continued with assumed
cordiality, "there 's no need for us to quarrel in a
foreign camp. You 've got something on hand
now, or I 'm mistaken. Can't you let me in?"
"You used pretty hard words to me the last time
we met," said the other gloomily. "It was n't
your fault that I was n't strung up."
"Nor yours that I was n't," assented Fred cheer-
fully, "so we 're square on that score. But this is
a different matter. It 's all Japanese or Russian
over here, and your Uncle Samuel has n't a finger
in the pie. Now you must have made a good thing
out of your Tokio observations, and the presumption
is that, having the confidence of our friend Stoessel
and his staff, you are about ready to face about,"
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"Perhaps I am," said Stevens, or Burley, again
looking about him. "And if I am, I need one good
man I can depend on, to help me in the job. It 's
too big for one to handle, and the city is so full of
spies that I would n't trust a native round the
corner. But how do I know you will do your part,
eh?"
"Try me and see," said Larkin with great firm-
ness.
"All right, I '11 try you." They were now walk-
ing through one of the side streets, which was but
dimly lighted. "Here are my lodgings. Come in
and we '11 talk it over."
He opened the outer door with a pass-key, and
Fred followed him up two flights of narrow stairs.
"Here we are," said Burley, opening a door.
"Step right in, and I '11 light up."
Larkin entered, but he was hardly over the
threshold when he was pushed headlong to the floor,
and heard the door closed and locked behind him.
A low laugh sounded from the entry. 'Help
me out,' will you, you puppy?" whispered Burley
through the keyhole. You '11 never help anybody
out, in this world. Within ten minutes this house
will be a heap of rubbish, and you will be in king-
dom come. Good-bye ! I '11 report you at home ! "
His steps echoed down the stairway, and then the
house was still.
CHAPTER XVI.
THE LAST TRAIN FROM PORT ARTHUR.
FRED LARKIN'S first move, on finding himself
trapped, was a perfectly natural one. He
scrambled to his feet and rushed to the door. It
took him some time to find the knob, in the dark-
ness, and on turning it and pulling with all his might
he was not surprised to discover that it refused to
yield.
"It 's a bad scrape," said the reporter to himself,
breathing hard with his exertions, "but I 've been
in worse ones, unless that threat of blowing up the
house is carried out."
He had been fumbling in his pocket, and now
drew from it a box of wax vestas, one of which he
struck. The light disclosed a small room, perfectly
bare. A glance at the heavy door convinced him
that it was useless to attempt a speedy escape in
that direction. There were two low windows, both
with the sashes fastened down and protected by
outside shutters of wood.
Fred made short work of one of the sashes,
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smashing it to bits with his foot. He then un-
hasped the shutters and peered out. The night was
cloudy and he could discover nothing beyond the
fact that there was a sheer drop of at least twenty-
five feet to a sort of yard, which might be paved
with brick or lumbered up with stones and iron
scrap, for all he could see. The buildings beyond
seemed to be warehouses of some sort ; not a light
gleamed from a single window. He shouted with
all his might for help, but none came. Although
he did not believe the house would "be a heap of
rubbish in ten minutes " — three of which had already
elapsed — he was sufficiently in doubt to be perfectly
willing to leave it at once, if there were any possible
way of escape.
As he stepped back into the room the flooring
creaked under his foot. Lighting another wax
match he found that a board was loose. He man-
aged to get his fingers under the end, and, throwing
his whole weight upward, ripped out the board.
With the first for a lever, its neighbour came up
easily enough. It was a cheaply built house, with-
out a second layer beneath the surface floor. The
edgewise-set planks on which the boards rested were
about two feet apart. Fred did not hesitate a mo-
ment, but stamped hard upon the upper side of the
ceiling of the apartment beneath his own. His foot
went through the lath and plaster with a smash and
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a cloud of dust. Picking up the broken boards, he
enlarged the hole, and, as soon as the dust cleared
away, peered through the opening. The room be-
low was as dark as his own. He "sounded " with
the longest floor-board at his disposal, and was
gratified to find that he could "touch bottom" at
about nine feet depth. Without losing further
time he crawled through the hole, hung off from
the stringers and dropped.
Recovering himself from the shock of alighting in
the dark, Fred hastily produced another vesta, in
order to survey his new quarters. The room was
entirely unfurnished, like the one above. In one
respect, however, it differed from the apartment in
which he had been so unceremoniously installed :
the door was ajar ! In a minute more Larkin stood
on the pavement outside, and in another, having
taken a careful survey of the premises, he was hurry-
ing away to his own lodgings, which he reached in
safety, congratulating himself on the happy issue of
his evening's adventure.
Martin Stevens, like all evil-doers, was an un-
happy man. For weeks and months he would toil
at a self-imposed task, to earn money and fame at
the expense of principles, and when he seemed to
himself to have attained absolute success, and felt
the crackle of his basely earned bank-notes in his
pocket, — he was miserable. The luscious fruit he
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had so long looked forward to eating was a Dead
Sea apple, crumbling to ashes at the first bite.
After his narrow escape from death at the hands
of the Spaniards in Santiago, he had engaged in
various questionable enterprises on the Continent,
where a natural aptitude for languages soon enabled
him to converse fluently in German, French, Italian,
and Russian. He was already master of Spanish, as
we have seen, and he had received a fine education
in applied mathematics, physics, and navigation at
the United States Naval Academy. Tall and rather
well formed, carrying himself well, and conversing
easily in the language of the country where he de-
sired to exercise his peculiar calling — that of a pro-
fessional spy — he readily obtained admittance to
many councils and offices closed to the general
public. He had correspondents in every court in
Europe, as well as in Japan and at Pekin.
When Stevens left Tokio in disguise, with half a
dozen important papers in his breast pocket, he felt
that he had achieved the crowning glory of his life.
The documents were indeed gladly received at the
Russian headquarters, but the man was despised
and distrusted. The bluff, gallant Stoessel paid the
spy a large sum without hesitation; but, beyond
suggesting another expedition — perhaps to the camp
of General Nogi's forces, or to Admiral Togo's fleet
— he had nothing more to say to him. As the high-
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179
minded Russian turned to his staff-officers, whose
bronzed, manly faces bore witness to their honour-
able service under the Czar, Stevens sneaked off,
his face sallower than ever, to cash the official draft
and to gnash hfs teeth at the cold, contemptuous
treatment he had met with when his secrets were all
divulged. In this mood, plotting a new system of
espionage upon the Russians, whom he hated, he
had met Larkin. He had already recognised the
reporter in Tokio, and had thought himself well rid
of him when he fled to Port Arthur. No sight
could have been more unwelcome to him than that
of Larkin's merry, honest, shrewd countenance,
rising before him like Banquo's ghost, when least
expected.
Near Stevens's lodgings was an empty house of
which he had the key, and in which he had already
met representatives of that terrible class of men who
are now found in all parts of the civilised world,
but most where the double eagle of the Russian
flag proclaims the despotic rule of St. Petersburg
— the Nihilists. Revolving in his mind various
plans for getting rid of Larkin without actually com-
mitting murder, he determined, on the spur of the
moment, to lock him up over night at this secret
place of rendezvous. He even thought vaguely of
blowing up the building with a bomb, which one of
his friends would supply on demand. He shrank,
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however, from this extreme measure, which would
put his own head in peril, and contented himself
with giving the war correspondent a good scare, out
of pure malice, and with so disposing of his person
that he would be kept out of the way over night.
He had no doubt that Larkin would gain his release
in some way the next morning, but there would be
time, meanwhile, to don a new disguise and perfect
arrangements for leaving the city. How he failed,
we have seen. Fred Larkin was not an easy man to
scare, or to keep within four walls against his will.
The next morning, accordingly, both spy and re-
porter were at the railway station, eager to take the
first train for the north. There was a dense crowd
of refugees struggling for places, and neither of the
two men was conscious of the other's presence on
board when the guard's whistle sounded at last, and
the long train — the last train for many a weary
month, as it proved — moved out of Port Arthur.
It was six o'clock on the morning of May 6th.
The sun had burst through the clouds which had
rendered the preceding night so gloomy, and the
country around the city stretched out on either side
of the railroad in all the loveliness of spring. Fields
and hillsides flushed with blossoms of almond and
apricot, and opened fair reaches of greensward as
the train rolled past. In sheltered nooks, by the
banks of dancing streamlets, nestled those little
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Chinese villages which, however squalid upon close
acquaintance, add a picturesque touch to the Orien-
tal landscape. All around the horizon was piled
with high hills, clothed in verdure or reddish in the
early sunlight where broad ledges and stretches of
sandy slope had been denuded by storm and the
hand of man. Larkin almost forgot the war and the
hot passions that were smouldering behind the fair
peaks and along the hidden valleys of Manchuria, as
he gazed from the car window and thought of the
Brookfield meadows in May, the little stream where
he had caught his first trout, and the pine wood
which sheltered the brave mayflowers and hepaticas
before the winter's drifts had melted on the northern
slopes and in the deeper recesses of the forest.
But his musings were rudely interrupted. At the
end of about two hours after leaving Port Arthur
the train halted at the outpost position occupied by
the Russian forces under General Fock. The peace
of nature was broken by the sound of sappers and
diggers at work, by commands harshly shouted, the
tramping of horses, the rumble of wheels, the stir
and bustle of an armed camp.
On again, steadily forging northward, with the
engine throwing out great clouds of black smoke
from her soft-coal fuel as she climbed the up-grades ;
through several villages without a stop, until Kin-
chow was reached. A sharp lookout was now kept
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for Japanese cavalry, which were known to be scour-
ing the country to the east, the main body of the
invaders having already made a substantial advance
from Dalny, on the eastern coast. A train had been
fired upon, only the day before, at a point about
forty miles north of Port Arthur. There were
rumours that Japanese troops were landing in force
at Port Adams, on the west coast of the peninsula,
near Newchwang, and that a strong detachment had
occupied Haicheng, just south of Liaoyang.
The engineer pulled open the throttle, as the train
struck a long, straight piece of road. The cars
rocked from side to side, and cries of alarm from
invalids and women were heard. The speed was
frightful. Larkin clung to his seat, devoutly hoping
that his journalistic career would not terminate in a
smash-up on the Imperial Trans-Siberian Railroad.
Just then a band of horsemen was seen galloping
toward the road. They drew up sharply and could
be seen to unsling their muskets. Puff! Puff! No
noise could be heard above the roar of the train,
but the passengers were not left in doubt as to the
cavalrymen's intentions. A dozen windows were
shattered by bullets, while the frightened inmates
of the rocking cars crouched low between the seats.
With a rush and a roar the train clattered on, leav-
ing the assailants far behind.
On and on, through Newchwang, crossing bridges
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which were soon to be wrapped in flames, rattling
over level plains, winding through narrow defiles
surmounted with frowning fortifications, until at
last the train rolled into the station at Liaoyang.
That afternoon the railroad was crossed by the
Japanese, the rails torn up, bridges burned and tele-
graph wires cut. Port Arthur was isolated from the
world. Its next telegram would be sent out eight
months later, to be recorded in the quaint characters
of the Island Empire.
Fred Larkin, little dreaming that his captor of
the preceding evening was in the same city, at once
proceeded to make himself at home. He presented
his credentials at headquarters, secured lodgings,
and sent off a dispatch to the Bulletin that very
night, describing the last train from Port Arthur
and the conditions as he had found them in that
city. This final portion of his telegram would have
occupied about half a column of his paper. The
grim censor blue-pencilled it down to eight lines
and a half!
CHAPTER XVII.
DICK SCUPP'S ADVENTURE.
OSPR£ F, ordered to Chemulpo. ' ' Hallie Rex-
dale read the brief announcement in the list
of "navy orders, Asiatic fleet," and wondered if her
Dave were summoned to new dangers. While his
ship was stationed at Chefoo she felt comparatively
easy about him ; but Chemulpo, the port of Seoul,
Korea, was almost on the firing line. To be sure,
the United States was as yet in no way involved in
the conflict, but suppose the Vladivostock fleet
should happen to descend upon Chemulpo? Shells
would fly, and the Osprey could not. The obscure
half-line in the newspaper recording naval move-
ments, and overlooked by all but one in a thousand
readers, carries joy or dismay to many a wife and
sweetheart, for whom the interest in the whole
paper centres in that one announcement. Hallie
tore up the envelope she had already addressed, and
added a few lines to her letter, tearfully bidding —
bless her heart !— her gallant commander to "be
careful."
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The officers and crew of the gunboat were glad
to receive the order, when it reached them late in
May. They were heartily tired of Chefoo, and any
change was hailed with delight. They foresaw,
moreover, that before long the Osprey would be
ordered to Cavite, there to dock for repairs and the
cleaning up her weedy hull needed.
From Chefoo to Chemulpo the distance is about
four hundred miles. Rexdale consulted his charts
and reckoned that thirty-six hours would be needed
for the trip. Word was passed that all liberty on
shore was at an end, and every man was supposed
to be on board before four bells that same evening.
"Supposed to be" — but the commander knew that
his crew had recently been diminished, and he felt
sore on that particular subject. Three men, during
the preceding fortnight, had deserted, presumably
to join the Russian navy, which was offering gener-
ous inducements to new recruits. It is reckoned, at
the present day, that nearly ten per cent, of men —
not all "enlisted" — in the United States Navy
sooner or later desert.
At Morning Quarters, on the day when the Osprey
was to weigh anchor and sail for Chemulpo, one
more man was missing — no other than our old friend
Dick Scupp. He had been one of the shore party
of the preceding day, and in some way his absence
from mess had been overlooked at night. One of
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his mates remembered seeing him enter a saloon in
Chefoo, kept by a Chinaman of more than doubtful
reputation; nothing further could be ascertained
concerning the seaman's movements. Dave knew
that sailors are loath to betray one of their number,
and questioned them sharply, as Dick was too valu-
able a man to lose without an effort for his recovery.
He even delayed sailing while "Jimmy Legs " spent
a couple of hours searching for the delinquent in the
lower quarters of the town ; but no light was thrown
on his disappearance. The Chinese saloon-keeper,
Ah Fong, declared that a sailor-man answering to
Scupp's description had become partly intoxicated
on the premises and had been summarily ejected.
That was the last seen of him. Lieut. -Commander
Rexdale could wait no longer and put to sea, log-
ging the incident as "Dick Scupp, Ordinary Sea-
man, disappeared in Chefoo. Probably deserted."
At a little before noon the Osprey was under way.
There was no local pilot on the bridge, for each of
the officers was supposed to be perfectly capable of
taking the ship out and conning her across the gulf
to the port of destination. During the long stay at
Chefoo Rexdale, in particular, had improved the
time by as careful a study of the currents, channels,
tides, and beacons on the Chinese coast as if he
were to pass an examination in seamanship at
short notice.
DICK SCUPP'S ADVENTURE. 1 8?
The gunboat was about five miles out when the
attention of Staples, the executive, was called to a
large junk crossing her bow about a mile ahead.
" There 's some sort of a row on board," said the
lieutenant, as he eyed the lumbering craft through
his glasses. "It looks like a free fight among the
pigtails."
Rexdale and Liddon, the officer of the deck,
joined him in scrutinising the stranger, whose decks
seemed to be crowded with men, among whom a
struggle was evidently taking place.
Suddenly the commander exclaimed: "There
goes a man overboard, and the scoundrels don't
mean to stop for him ! ' '
"He may be dead," suggested Staples coolly.
"He seemed to be muffled in black, which is n't the
fashionable costume for a Chinese coolie."
"We must pick him up," said Dave with energy.
"He 's alive and struggling. I can see his head
now — I believe it 's a negro. Port your helm a
little, Mr. Staples. Head for the man and get your
lifeboat ready ! ' '
"Port, Quartermaster!" commanded the execu-
tive. Then, raising his trumpet to his lips, he
shouted, "Man the lifeboat! "
It should be understood that the Osprey, like
most gunboats of her class, carried two large
' ' whaleboats. ' ' These were kept ready for lowering
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quickly, when the ship was at sea. The one which
happened to be on the lee side at any given time
was the ''lifeboat." There is always a "lifeboat's
crew" on watch, while at sea, permanently detailed,
all fully drilled in their duties.
Staples's voice rang like a bugle-call throughout
the ship and in an instant every man in the lifeboat
crew was on his feet and racing for his station.
"Steady, Quartermaster," commanded Rexdale.
"Keep her as she is. You 're heading straight for
him."
"Aye, aye, sir! East-north-east, sir! " responded
the quartermaster.
"I '11 relieve you, Mr. Liddon," said Staples.
"You go down and look out for the boat! "
By this time the boat-crew were clambering into
the lee whaleboat, led by Midshipman Starr, who
had cleared the wardroom ladder in a flying leap at
the first order from the bridge. Within sixty
seconds from the call "Man the lifeboat! " the boat
was ready for lowering. In the stern-sheets stood
the coxswain, steering oar in hand, with every nerve
alert and tense ; the bow oarsman had cast off the
end of the "sea painter," but kept a turn with it
around the forward thwart. The other men were
seated on the thwarts, two of them with boat-hooks,
with which they were prepared to push the boat off
from the ship's side while being lowered, as the
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Osprey was rolling a little in a cross swell. Bob
Starr was beside the coxswain, and awaited the com-
mand for lowering, as he tried to catch a glimpse of
the drowning man in the sea far ahead.
When the alarrti was first given the Osprey was
making about ten knots an hour, which would call
for six minutes to cover the intervening mile. Rex-
dale knew better than to slow up and lower his boat
at once, thus increasing this time and the risk of
losing the man.
"Port a little more, Quartermaster! " ordered the
captain. "Mr. Staples," he added, "whistle down
to the engine-room and tell them to give us all the
speed they can."
After a brief colloquy through the tube the exec-
utive reported: "They can do a little better, sir,
but not much. They were just starting to clean
fires."
Liddon, on the quarter-deck, now called out,
"All ready the lifeboat, sir! "
"Very well, Mr. Liddon," returned Staples.
"Hold on all till I give you the order to lower."
Four minutes went by, with only an occasional
growl from Dave: "Port a little! steady, now!
Starboard a little! Steer a steady course there at
the wheel — you 're yawing all round the compass !
There you are ! See if you can hold her steady at
that!"
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The man in the water was now about two hundred
yards away.
"Stop both engines, Mr. Staples! "
The executive, who was already standing with
his hand on the lever of the port indicator, swung
it sharply to "Sta/," while the quartermaster, at
the starboard indicator, did the same.
"Half speed astern with both engines!" com-
manded the captain. "Stand by to lower, Mr.
Staples!"
Again the signal levers swung, and the executive
called out, "Stand by to lower, Mr. Liddon, as soon
as we stop backing! "
The ship slowed down, trembling under the re-
versed strokes of the powerful screw and rolling
sheets of white foam from beneath each quarter.
"Stop both engines! " ordered Dave.
"Stop, sir!"
"Lower away, Mr. Staples!"
"Lower away, sir! " and an instant later the boat
sank to the water, was detached, and was pulling
rapidly toward the swimmer, who, when first aban-
doned by the junk, had paddled about irresolutely,
but was now making his way steadily toward the
boat.
"It 's a negro, fast enough," observed Staples,
gazing through his binoculars. "He 's as black as
the ace of spades."
DICK SCUFFS ADVENTURE. 19!
"Give her half -speed, Mr. Staples," directed
Rexdale, whose whole mind was now on the man-
agement of his ship, "and come round to pick
them up! "
Again the signal jingled in the engine-room, and
the ship, with helm a-starboard, circled round the
lifeboat.
"Up oars! Shove off! " commanded Starr in low
tones, as soon as the boat had detached itself from
the patent hooks. 4 ' Let fall ! ' '
The orders were repeated sharply by the coxswain,
the oars dropped into the rowlocks, and were brought
level with the rail, with blades horizontal.
"Give way together!" and away went the boat
on its errand of mercy, foaming over the choppy
sea, toward the struggling swimmer.
"Way enough!" ordered the midshipman, as
they approached the black, woolly head bobbing
about in the water.
Bob stood up in the stern-sheets, as the boat lost
its headway. Suddenly a look of wonder came into
his face, succeeded by a suppressed chuckle, to the
amazement of the men, no one of whom, however,
broke discipline by turning his head.
"In bows!" called the coxswain, in response to
Starr's order. "Stand by there, to pull the man in !
Hold water! Stern all!"
Again a ripple of amusement shot over the
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midshipman's jolly face, which grew red in his at-
tempts to suppress his emotions.
The next moment the bow oarsman reached down
and with a great effort pulled the dripping cast-
away in over the side.
A roar of laughter rang out from the boat's crew.
"A dog! A big Newfoundland! " exclaimed the
coxswain, as the animal, sinking down in the bottom
of the boat with a low whine, gave himself a shake
that sent the water flying over the men. "Shall
we throw him over again, sir?"
"No, no," laughed Bob, resuming his seat.
"He 's too fine an animal to drown. Get back to
the ship. That 's enough, men! Silence!"
Rexdale, Staples, and Liddon had already made
out the character of the supposed "man overboard,"
and were shaking with laughter when Bob returned.
The duty remained, however, of hoisting the boat
and resuming the course to Chemulpo.
"Lead along and man the lifeboat's falls!"
shouted the executive.
The boat pulled up to the leeward side of the
ship — the engines having been stopped — and a line
was thrown to her. This was deftly caught by the
bow oarsman and a turn taken around the forward
thwart. The boat, by means of this line and skilful
management of the steering oar in the hands of the
coxswain, was sheered in under her falls, which had
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already been overhauled down so that the lower
blocks were within easy reach of the men in the
boat. The ship in the meantime was forging slowly
ahead. A line was thrown from her stern to a man
in the stern of the boat, who took a turn and held
on, to keep the boat from swinging violently for-
ward when she should leave the water.
The falls were now hooked on, having been pre-
viously manned on deck by a long row of men
reaching half the length of the ship, ready to run
the boat up quickly, at the order.
"Haul taut!" commanded Liddon, who was
standing on the ship's rail, watching affairs. ' ' Hoist
away ! ' '
Up came the boat, crew and all, to the davits.
The men clambered out and, with some difficulty,
passed down the dog, who seemed disinclined for
further adventures.
"Full speed ahead!" jingled the engine-room
bell, at Staples' s command, and the Osprey, brought
to her old course, once more started for Chemulpo.
The dog, a big, shaggy Newfoundland, soon re-
gained his composure, and wagged his way along
the deck with the greatest good-humour.
"He's a fine fellow, anyway," said Dave, patting
the broad head. "I 'm glad we hove to for him."
"What 's this written on his collar," queried
Liddon, taking the wet leather band in his hands
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and turning it, so as to read some rude characters
apparently scratched with the point of a knife.
Dave glanced down carelessly, then sprang up
the steps to the bridge.
"Starboard, Quartermaster," he ordered in sharp,
quick tones. ^"Mr. Staples, head her dead for that
junk!"
Liddon was already by his side. After the first
instant he did not wonder at the commander's sud-
den change of course. He, too, had read the two
words, scrawled on the dripping leather collar.
' ' Shanghaied — Scupp. ' '
Both officers understood in a moment the whole
story of the seaman's mysterious disappearance.
They reasoned with the quickness of sailors — and
correctly, as it afterwards appeared — that Scupp had
yielded to his one unfortunate weakness, a fondness
for liquor, during his liberty on shore. Once inside
the rum shop he had been plied with spirits, prob-
ably drugged — for the Chinese are experts in the
use of opium — and while insensible carried on board
the junk, to be shipped on board a Russian man-of-
war. So many men had deserted for that purpose
that there was little likelihood of the man's object-
ing when he found himself actually pressed (or
"shanghaied," to use an old sailor's term for this
sort of forcible enlistment), and offered wages
double those he had been earning. While the Rus-
DICK SCUPPS ADVENTURE. 195
sian navy would not instigate such a daring breach
of the law of nations it was highly improbable that
they would reject a good seaman, trained to his
work by the United States.
In kidnapping -Master Richard Scupp, however,
the Chinese made a bad mistake. Now that he was
sober Dick had no idea of deserting his colours or
taking service under a foreign flag. He came to his
senses just as the junk cleared the chops of the
harbour of Chefoo, and within five minutes he had
laid out three of his captors and was himself knocked
down. He found himself lying beside a big dog,
who licked his face and expressed his willingness to
aid his new friend, so far as he was able, to escape.
Without definite purpose Dick scratched the two
words on the dog's collar with the point of his
sheath knife. This act was detected by the ob-
servant Chinese, but they could see no harm in his
amusing himself in that way and were rather glad
for the dog to keep him out of mischief.
About half an hour later there was a commotion
and a jabbering of tongues among the pig-tailed
crew. Dick stood up and caught sight of the
Osprey heading toward the junk at full speed. This
drove him wild again. Bowling over the nearest
Chinaman he sprang for a spare spar, intending to
jump overboard and take his chances of being
picked up. The crew crowded him back, and the
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dog, putting his forepaws on the rail, barked joy-
ously at the gunboat which poor Dick vainly longed
to reach.
A thought struck the kidnapped sailor as he
watched the dog. Before any one could stop him
he leaped to the side of the junk and tossed the
animal overboard. He knew the Newfoundland
could swim like a fish, and, providing a shark did
not drag him under, there was just a chance that
the officers of the Osprey might see the dog and,
picking him up, read the message on his collar.
The plan, as we have seen, succeeded admirably.
Dick had the satisfaction of watching the gunboat
at it slowed down and sent a boat to his four-footed
messenger struggling in the sea. The Chinese, as
he had expected, were angry at the loss of the dog,
but did not dare risking a visit from the United
States war-ship by throwing their boat up into the
wind and rescuing the black swimmer.
"They '11 know where I am, anyhow, if they only
read that collar," said poor Dick to himself, as the
junk rapidly drew away.
He was now forced down on the deck behind the
rail lest he should be made out through the glasses
of his officers, which the Chinese knew must be
scrutinising the craft which had left behind such
a peculiar bit of jetsam.
The Osprey quivered from stem to stern, under
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the pressure upon her engines. The firemen guessed
that something unusual was in the wind, and,
stripped to the waist, kept the furnace doors clang-
ing and the fires roaring under her boliers.
"We 're walking right up on her! " said Staples
excitedly, as he and Dave watched the chase. "Is
it any use to signal to them to stop? Do they
understand the signals? "
"We '11 signal in a way they will understand,"
exclaimed Rexdale, "if they don't obey the flags.
Call the signal-men ! "
In response to a shrill whistle two men came
clambering up to the bridge and stood ready to ex-
ecute orders.
Set ' Stop at once, * ' ' commanded Dave, ' ' Gen-
eral Merchant Code."
A string of gay little flags mounted to the signal
yard. They produced not the slightest effect on
the flying junk, which was plunging its nose into
the waves and scurrying eastward before the wind
at not less than nine or ten knots an hour.
1 ' Pass the word for the crew of the forward port
three-pounder, Mr. Staples ! Stations ! Cast loose
and provide! "
The orders were repeated, and four gunners
sprang to their places. In a twinkling the captain
of the crew had removed the gun-cover and tompion
and cast adrift the gun-lashings ; Number Two had
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gone over all the mechanism of the mount and pro-
vided revolvers and ammunition for all four; Num-
bers Three and Four brought cartridges and swabs,
and took positions in rear of the breech of the gun.
"Load!"
The breech was opened, a cartridge inserted, and
the block swung back into place and clamped. The
junk was now only about one thousand yards dis-
tant. The Osprey, closing up from the south, held
a course at an acute angle with that of the fugitive,
to head her off.
The best marksman of the gun-crew now stood at
the breech, and, with his shoulder against the padded
crutch, slowly and carefully brought the Chinaman
within the sighting line.
"Drop a shot across her forefoot," ordered the
commander.
"Commence firing! "
The gun roared, and a big splash just in front of
the junk testified to the correct aim of the pointer,
and at the same time spoke in a language that could
not be misunderstood. The vessel veered round,
spilling the wind out of her great, oddly-shaped
sail, which hung flapping from its huge yard.
The Osprey had now forged up within a few times
her own length and slowed down.
"Mr. Liddon," said Dave with energy, "you will
take the starboard quarter-boat and board that ves-
DICK SCUPP'S ADVENTURE. 199
sel. Arm your crew with cutlasses and revolvers,
and if her captain can understand English, tell him
I '11 blow him out of the water if he does n't hand
over my man."
"Ay, ay, sir!" returned Liddon, delighted with
his commission.
For the second time within an hour the boat
glided down from the davits, and went tossing over
the waves, driven by eight pairs of brawny arms.
Before they could reach the side of the junk, a
chorus of shouts came from the gunboat they had
just left.
' ' Man overboard ! Man overboard ! Stand by to
pick him up! "
The fact was that when the Chinamen saw that
the formidable war-ship was really in earnest, a
panic seized them. They all shrieked and jabbered
together, as their vessel hove to, and Dick Scupp
plainly saw that more trouble was coming for him.
There seemed to be a dispute between two factions
on the junk, one of which screamed and pointed
first to Dick and then to the Osprey, and the other
pointed as furiously to the hold of the junk. Com-
prehending that they were discussing whether to
restore him to his own ship, or to hide him below
decks — possibly with a knife in his heart — and de-
clare innocence, the sailor made ready for action.
The party demanding his concealment seemed to
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have carried their point, for a number of them now
made a rush for Dick, with fierce eyes and with
daggers drawn. The seaman sprang to his feet,
catching one ot his guards with a blow under the
ear and tripping the other to the deck. Before a
hand could be laid upon him he bounded over the
rail into the sea, and began to swim vigorously to-
ward the approaching boat.
All efforts of the crew of the latter were now
directed to saving the life of their comrade. Liddon
steered skilfully up to him and a moment later he
was dragged in over the gunwale, gasping and sput-
tering. The junk, meanwhile, caught the wind over
her bows and filled away again toward the north-
east. The Osprey waited to pick up her boat, as
the Chinamen thought she would, and another chase
was in prospect.
"Stave her to bits! It 's an insult to the United
States ! We can catch up with her in five minutes ! ' '
urged the junior ofBcers of the gunboat, gathering
around their commander, forgetful of discipline.
Rexdale shook his head, though his teeth were set
and his face red with suppressed anger. "We can
prove nothing," he said. "They '11 swear he was
a deserter and concealed himself on board. Uncle
Sam does n't want to take on China or anybody
else in this scrappy country just now. We 'd be
blamed and court-martialled if we should sink a
DICK SCUPP'S ADVENTURE. 2OI
junkful of Chinamen for no better reason than the
one we have."
He turned to the pilot. "Full speed ahead, on
her course for Chemulpo." Then, calling down to
the gun-captain, '* Unload and secure!"
Dick was duly disciplined for absenting himself
beyond leave, but, considering the hard experience
he had undergone, his punishment was made nom-
inal, with a not very severe reprimand from the
commander. The dog was named "Junk " and be-
came the rival of the black kitten — though very
friendly with her — as the mascot of the Osprey.
CHAPTER XVIII.
OSHIMA GOES A-FISHING.
CAPTAIN OSHIMA (promoted from lieuten-
V-> ancy for bravery on the field), of the loth
Regiment in the Second Japanese Army, under
General Odzer, was fishing. Like most of the
Japanese soldiers he had brought from home, among
other effects, a small fishing-line and several hooks.
There were hours and even days when he was called
upon to perform no active duty beyond routine
drills, and in memory of the days when he and Oto
used to tramp the brook-sides of dear old Japan, dis-
playing their trophies at night to gently admiring
O-Hana-San and the other prim little maids of the
village, he had determined to try his luck in this
strange, war-swept Manchuria. The hill-tops might
be wreathed in battle-smoke and the plains heaped
with dead and dying; but in obscure valleys and
down slopes which had thus far escaped the tread
of martial forces, the ploughshare of the steel shell
and the terrible harrow of shrapnel, streamlets
laughed and flowed blithely along their pebbled
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OSHIMA GOES A-FISHING. 203
courses, and tiny trout darted to and fro as merrily
as in the dreamy days of peace and plenty. So
Oshima went a-fishing.
Unrolling his line and attaching it to a neat little
pole, cut in a near-by thicket, he took his seat on a
boulder and dropped his baited hook in one of the
quieter pools of a brook that fed an upper branch
of the Faitse River. It was warm, and Oshima
took a fan from his pocket and fanned himself
gravely as he fished. Every Japanese soldier is
provided with a fan. Oshima had often looked
back on his company, and on the column trailing
behind, on a long march under the scorching Man-
churian sun in June, and had seen a thousand little
fans fluttering beside the heads of the men.
The Japanese army are not only among the
fiercest fighters the world has ever known, but they
are dainty in their appointments. With the army
go camp-followers who are allowed to sell fans,
handkerchiefs, cigarettes, tea, soaps, tooth-brushes,
and writing-paper. For the officers are carried great
iron kettles in nets, two on a pony ; these are used
in heating water for baths, as well as to cook the
company mess of rice. A few squares of straw mat-
ting make a bath-house, and a big stone jar is the
tub of comfort for the almond-eyed campaigner.
Much time is also spent in correspondence. The
field post carried an immense amount of mail every
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day between Antung and the front. Around the
camp of Oshima's regiment could be seen, in the
quieter hours of the day, hundreds of soldiers sitting
cross-legged under the trees, painting artistic epistles
to their dear ones at home with brushes on rolls of
thin paper. Oshima himself had written two letters
that day ; one to his mother and one to O-Hana-San,
who was now a volunteer nurse under the Red Cross
at a large seaport of the new country. So he went
fishing.
He caught three very small trout within an hour.
Then he rose, rolled up his line and deposited it in
a neat packet, strung the fish upon a twig and was
about to return to camp when he noticed a Chinese
coolie acting very peculiarly. The man was dressed
as a Chinese labourer, with a helmet upon his head,
a coarse blouse and thick-soled shoes, like all of his
caste. He was carrying two pails of water, which
he had just filled at the brook, a few rods below
Oshima. This was no unusual occupation for a
coolie, although it was surprisingly far from camp ;
the peculiarity lay in the keenness with which the
man surveyed the outworks of the fortifications, and
his manner in glancing nervously over his shoulder
as he walked off. When he saw Oshima looking at
him he almost dropped his pails; then hurried down
toward the camp at a pace that soon carried him
out of sight.
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It was late in the afternoon when the captain —
who had dined sumptuously on rice and his three
fish — caught sight of the coolie once more. The
man was walking past his tent, carrying water as
before. Oshima called to him sharply. Apparently
the coolie did not hear, for he continued on his way,
with head bent and eyes cast down.
Oshima spoke a few words to his orderly, who
passed an abrupt order to two privates stationed
near headquarters. They at once stepped after the
Chinaman, and clapping their hands on his shoul-
ders, turned him round in his tracks and marched
him back to the tent.
Oshima viewed the coolie in silence for a moment ;
then said in Chinese, ' ' What is your name, my man ? ' '
"Ah Wing, master."
"Your occupation? "
The man held up his water-pails, as if that were
a sufficient answer. He had not yet looked his in-
terrogator in the face, but persistently gazed down
at the ground.
Oshima scrutinised the fellow intently. Sud-
denly and without warning the officer sprang to
his feet, knocked off the helmet and tweaked the
supposed coolie's pigtail. Behold, it came off in
his hand ! The man stood erect. He dropped his
burden. His countenance was pale but firm. He
looked his captor in the eye.
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"You are a Russian soldier? " asked Oshima.
"I am an officer in the Third Siberian Reserves,"
answered the prisoner calmly, in his own language.
"My name is Sergius Jalofsky. Volunteers were
called for to obtain information as to your forces
and defences. I was one of six to volunteer. The
other five have, I trust, escaped. I was to return
to Liaoyang to-night."
"Search him," said the Japanese captain sternly.
From an inner pocket was produced a paper con-
taining measurements, figures, and plans relating to
the encampment. The evidence was convincing,
even if the spy, seeing that escape or concealment
was impossible, had not made his full confession.
"Hold the prisoner under guard," ordered Oshima.
"We will hold a court-martial and settle this matter
at once."
The capture of the Russian was reported at once
to the colonel of the regiment, and a council of
officers was convened. Five minutes' deliberation
was sufficient.
"You will die at sunset," said Oshima to the spy.
"You are a brave man. You shall be shot."
At a gesture of the captain the guard led away
the prisoner, whose countenance had not changed
nor features relaxed in the slightest degree when
the sentence was pronounced.
The sun was already nearing the mountain-tops
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in the west, and the cool damp shadows of evening
rapidly advanced.
A corporal's guard led the captive to a retired
spot at a short distance from the camp. The men
formed in line, with loaded muskets ready.
"Sir," said the corporal, "have you any request
to make, or message to leave? You are one of the
bravest men I ever met. I give you my word your
message shall be delivered."
For the first time the Russian's eyes moistened.
"I thank you, comrade," said he. "I have but
done my duty. It was at the Czar's command. I
have no word — yet — I will ask you to send word to
my wife in Irkutsk that I died like a man and a sol-
dier." He took his ikon from his breast, kissed it,
and bent his head over it a moment. Then, having
given his wife's address to the corporal, who wrote
it down carefully, he folded his arms and stood erect.
The corporal gently placed the folded arms down
at the man's side. "It is well not to cover one's
heart," he said. "Death will be very quick."
The Russian bowed his head gravely. "I am
ready, ' ' he said.
' ' Ready, men ! Aim ! Fire ! ' '
As the smoke drifted away, the Russian looked
upward an instant, with a smile on his bronzed face ;
then, murmuring "At — the — Czar's — command!"
he fell, dead.
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Day by day, through the fierce summer heats of
June and July, the Japanese strengthened their hold
upon lower Manchuria, and tightened the cordon
about Port Arthur.
Nanshan Hill and Motien Pass on the east were
carried with the bayonet. Kinchow had already
fallen, the fire of the Japanese fleet annihilating the
Russian batteries in a two-days battle.
When the great Corliss wheel was set up and the
massive machinery ''assembled" at the Centennial
Exposition at Philadelphia, the maker refused to
start his engine for a trial before the Exposition
was officially opened.
"It will run," he said, "and run smoothly and
perfectly. Every part is exact; figures cannot
lie."
It was a great risk to take, but the event proved
that the manufacturer was right. When the electric
signal announced the formal opening of the Fair,
steam was let on. The huge piston of the Corliss
engine started ; the enormous wheel — the largest
ever made, up to that time — began to revolve, and
in a moment every polished rod and valve and wheel
in the great engine was doing its part, running the
entire machinery of the hall and performing its work
without jar or noise, as smoothly as a child's water-
wheel in a wayside brook.
So operated the wondrous, complex machine of
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the Japanese military system, from the first mobili-
sation in Tokio, through the hurry and risk of trans-
portation across the inner sea, and in movement
after movement, battle after battle, in a country far
removed from home. Field telephones kept the
commanders in touch with advanced forces; the
commissary department fulfilled its duties like clock-
work; Kuroki, Oyama, Nodzu, Nogi, moved regi-
ments and divisions to and fro like pieces upon a
gigantic chess-board.
The heat was now terrible. More than once a
whole battalion rushed into a river to drink, under
the full sweep of the enemy's fire. Still the resist-
less army of small brown men swept onward, march-
ing through fields of Chinese corn, winding along
narrow defiles, holding firmly every point of vantage
gained.
As the end of August drew near it was evident
that the two mighty armies must meet. Minor
battles had been fought, and skirmishes had been of
almost daily occurrence throughout the campaign,
but the vast hordes of armed men from the East and
West had not yet been pitted against each other.
The time had come at last, and the civilised world
held its breath.
The Russian army lay strongly entrenched at
Liaoyang, an old town on the line of the railroad
between Port Arthur and Harbin. The Japanese
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had been pouring troops into the peninsula for
months, a portion called the Third Army gathering
around Port Arthur, under General Nogi, the re-
mainder pressing northward on the heels of the re-
treating enemy. The objective of the First, Second,
and Fourth Armies was Liaoyang. The supreme
command of the Japanese forces was now entrusted
to Field Marshal Marquis Oyama, who had com-
manded ten years before, in the war against China.
The three armies, having overcome every ob-
stacle, were in touch before Liaoyang. They formed
a huge horse-shoe, with its ends resting on the
Taitse River, on the south bank of which stood
Liaoyang. The Russians formed an inner horse-
shoe in a similar position. On each side were over
two hundred thousand men, nearly half a million
human beings, all animated with the one desire to
kill!
On the morning of August 3Oth, at the first grey
of dawn a puff of white broke upward from the
Japanese lines and a shell, filled with shrapnel, flew
screaming across the peaceful plain — a dread mes-
senger to announce the beginning of the longest and
greatest battle the world had ever known.
One battery after another opened fire, throughout
the entire front of nearly forty miles. Under cover
of the artillery attack the Russians charged furiously,
often driving the Japanese before them at the point
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of the bayonet ; but no sooner was a company or a
regiment annihilated than another took its place,
and was hurled against the foe. Positions were
taken and retaken. The carnage was terrible.
Never in the world's history had such enormous
masses of men thrown their lives away with utter
abandon. On each side a thousand cannon thun-
dered from morning till night. At noon of the
second day a slow rain began to fall, transforming
the plain into a quagmire, crossed and recrossed by
endless trains of men, a part charging toward the
front with wild shouts of defiance, a part halting,
crawling, limping, or lying in carts, seeking the hos-
pitals, where their ghastly wounds could be treated.
When the second night fell it was reported in every
capital in both hemispheres that after two days of
desperate fighting Kouropatkin had gained a decided
advantage.
Fred Larkin was in his element. Dashing to and
fro on a shaggy little Siberian pony, he gathered
news as if by instinct. His experience in the
Spanish-American War served him in good stead,
and he not only knew what deductions to draw from
certain movements on both sides, but what informa-
tion was most desired by his paper and the great
reading public at home. In Boston the crowds
in lower Washington Street read on the bulletin
boards the despatches he dashed off in his note-book
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and sent from the Liaoyang telegraph office after
they had been duly censored.
Late in the afternoon on the second day of the
battle he was making his way back to the town
across the miry fields south of Liaoyang. The
shaggy pony shook his mane and snorted as the
rain fell, but was too tired to trot.
"Tough day, pony," said Fred, who himself was
so used up with his exertions that he could hardly
sit upright in the saddle. "Nevermind, old boy.
In half an hour you will be in your stable, munch-
ing oats. You shall have an extra good supper for
the hard work you Ve — hallo! be careful! "
The pony had wandered a little from the main
road, which the steady stream of hospital and com-
missary waggons had made well-nigh impassable,
and Fred had allowed him to pick out his own path
across the plain so long as his general direction was
right. The little animal now interrupted him by
shying violently at an object upon which he had
almost trampled. Peering down Fred saw a soldier
stretched out upon the sodden ground. At first he
thought the man was dead, but looking more closely
he saw the soldier's hand move slightly, as if to
ward off a blow.
"Poor chap!" said Fred, whose kind New Eng-
land heart the horrors of war had by no means
hardened, "I won't hurt you. Are you wounded? "
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As the man did not reply, the rider dismounted for
a closer examination of the prostrate soldier. Then
he uttered an exclamation of pity. It was evident
that the man had been struck — probably by a frag-
ment of a shell — and a terrible wound inflicted upon
his head. How he had managed to crawl from the
firing line as far as this spot, Larkin could not see. It
was plainly impossible for him to live. Fred mustered
up what little Russian he could command and spoke
gently to the poor fellow, whose life was going fast.
"What is your name?" he asked. "Can I do
anything for you? "
"Ivan — Ivanovitch," gasped the soldier, making
a great effort to speak. "I do not — know — I do
not understand — I am a — soldier of — Russia — It was
the command — the Little Father — ah-h! "
He spoke no more, but lay quiet and silent, his
white, boyish face, upturned to the slow rain. Fred
opened his military coat, and laid his hand upon
Ivan's breast. The ikon was there, treasured to the
last ; but the heart no longer beat. At the Little
Father's command, Ivan Ivanovitch, like thousands
of his comrades, not knowing why, not understand-
ing, but faithful to the last, had given up his home,
his dear ones, his life.
With a long sigh Fred drew the flap of the young
soldier's coat over the still face, remounted his pony,
and rode on towards Liaoyang.
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He found the town in a state of wild confusion,
with heavy carts rumbling through the ill-made
streets, crowds of wounded men on their way to the
hospitals and the trains for Mukden ; refugees clam-
ouring at the railroad station, householders removing
their goods, and thousands of people hurrying to
and fro like ants in a breached ant-hill. With much
difficulty the reporter got a brief dispatch through
to the Bulletin, and sought a well-earned rest at his
lodgings near the station.
Night after night the cannon thundered, and day
after day the battle raged. The Russian front was
now crowded in from thirty miles to less than eight.
At great risk Oyama resolved to divide his army,
and attempt a flanking movement, which proved
successful. On the seventh day of the battle, Ku-
roki threw a strong force across the Taitse, ten miles
above the town. This movement turned the scale.
Kouropatkin gave orders to fall back on Mukden.
Larkin, meanwhile, was doing the work of half a
dozen reporters and a Good Samaritan besides. He
took his place beside the surgeons and nurses, when-
ever he could leave the firing line, and laboured by
the hour, caring for the wounded, especially the
Chinese who suffered the fate of those caught be-
tween two conflicting forces. The losses on both
sides had been fearful, and the amount of ammuni-
tion expended almost incredible. In one day of the
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battle the Russian artillerists reported one hundred
thousand shots fired.
Fred was assured at headquarters, on the day of
Kuroki's flank movement, that in any case Liaoyang
would not be evacuated for forty-eight hours ; so he
toiled on, in good faith, making no special provision
for his withdrawal from the front, but intending to
accompany the Russian army in its retreat. The
next morning what was his surprise, on emerging
from his lodgings, to find the town deserted by
Kouropatkin's forces. Japanese flags were already
flying from almost every house and shop of the
Chinese inhabitants. Shells were bursting in the
streets, and the Japanese army was reported just
outside the gates.
He hurried to the railway station, only to find
that the last train had gone. There seemed no way
of escape, without crossing the fire-swept zone in
the rear of the retreating army. Fred reluctantly
faced the conclusion that he must return to the
hospital and submit to inglorious capture, if no
worse, at the hands of the Japanese ; and this when
he was ordered to "remain with the Russian army"
by his own ' ' Czar, ' ' the chief of the Daily Bulletin.
The reporter ground his teeth as he stood irreso-
lute, in a sheltering doorway. At that moment he
happened to glance upward, and a huge, ungainly
object, showing above the low roofs of the sur-
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rounding buildings, caught his eye. At first it
meant nothing to him. "The balloon section have
run and left their big gas-bag behind them," he said
to himself mechanically. Throughout the fight a
balloon had hovered above each of the contending
armies, the occupants spying out the dispositions
of the enemy's forces and telephoning from aloft to
the commanders' headquarters. It was evident that
the Russians, startled by the hurried orders to re-
treat, had obeyed so hastily as to leave their charge
behind, to fall into the hands of the Japanese.
A thought flashed across Fred Larkin's quick
brain as he gazed upon the swelling expanse of
tawny silk. Quitting the doorway where he had
taken refuge from the bursting shells, and snatching
a Japanese flag as he ran, he made for the balloon.
It was suspended over a small square, held down
by a strong hemp cable. To spring into the car
was the work of a moment. He drew his knife and
was about to sever the rope when a shriek rang out
from a neighbouring street and a man was seen run-
ning toward the square, pursued by half a dozen
Chinamen.
"Help! Help! They '11 murder me! " screamed
the man, looking about wildly as he ran.
His eye fell upon Fred, in the balloon, and at the
same moment the reporter recognised him, dis-
guised, mud-stained, and dishevelled as he was.
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"Stevens! " exclamed Larkin, stooping to cut the
moorings. Then a better impulse came over him.
"Jump in, man!" he shouted. "It 's our only
chance to get out of town, if that 's what you
want!"
Stevens recoiled at the sound of Fred's voice,
and his pursuers, seeing the daring reporter standing
over the fugitive with a drawn knife, hesitated a
moment.
"Get in! Get in!" reiterated Fred, seizing the
shaking coward by the collar and fairly dragging
him over the side of the wicker basket. "I won't
hurt you! "
" Wh-where are you going ?" stammered the rene-
gade, sinking down in the bottom of the car.
"We '11 decide that point later," said Fred, saw-
ing away at the rope. "If a shell hits our ship be-
fore we 've cast off, we shall stay right here; and
from the looks of your excited friends there, the
place would probably prove unhealthy for — Ah!
Here we go! "
The last strand parted and the great balloon
soared swiftly above the town. A distant Japanese
artillerist trained his gun upon it, but the shot
passed below, and a moment later the air-ship was
out of range, mounting toward the clouds and swept
by a strong west wind directly over the battle-field.
CHAPTER XIX
AMONG THE CLOUDS.
AT the very moment when the adventurous cor-
respondent of the Boston Daily Bulletin was
making his escape from Liaoyang, a motley crowd
of Koreans, Chinese coolies, Japanese, and Euro-
peans were gathered upon the platform of the rail-
way station in Chemulpo, waiting for the Seoul train
to start. Tidings of the great battle had reached
the port and the announcement of the decisive vic-
tory of Japan, and the evacuation of the city by the
Russians, had set the people in a frenzy of delight,
real or assumed.
Distinguished by their erect bearing and bright
naval uniforms two young men pushed their way
through the throng and took their places in a first-
class carriage on the train.
"Whew!" said Bob Starr, pulling off his cap and
wiping his forehead, "this is about as hot as Key
West and St. Louis rolled into one. How soon
does the train start, Liddon? "
"In about five minutes," replied the dignified
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young officer of the Osprey, cool and calm as ever.
"Don't complain of the heat, brother, until you 've
tramped through the interior of Luzon in July."
The two messmates had applied for and obtained
leave to run up to Seoul and do a little sight-seeing
as well as some shopping. It was believed that the
ship would be ordered home soon, and every officer
on board wanted some little knick-knacks from the
heart of Korea. Bob and "Doc." Liddon, there-
fore, had half a dozen commissions to execute at
the capital, as well as their own purchases to make.
"Now," said the midshipman, leaning back in his
seat by the open window as the train began to move,
"let 's have a few statistics on Korea, old man."
"What do you want to know about it, youngster?"
smiled Liddon, who was well used to this sort of
appeal.
"Oh, I don't know enough about the place to
ask questions," rejoined his companion languidly.
"What is there interesting about it, anyway?"
"Well, perhaps the most interesting feature of
the history of this country has been, up to a very
recent date, its exclusiveness, " said Liddon. "You
know Korea has always been called 'The Hermit
Kingdom.' '
"How big is Korea, anyway?" interrupted
Bob, gazing out at the tawny waters of the river
Hang-kang.
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"Almost exactly the size of Minnesota — or, say,
the size of New England, New Jersey, and Mary-
land. With the sea on three sides, and an unin-
habited wilderness on the fourth, this independent
little affair has been able to keep out foreigners, up
to a very recent day."
"Independent? I thought China "
"Oh, China holds a sort of suzerainty or pro-
tectorate over Korea, but practically it has governed
itself. The King, or Sultan, or whatever he calls
himself, has always been held sacred — to touch him
with an iron weapon was sure death. Of late years
foreign merchants have gained a foothold in the
country, and travellers have visited it. You know
Wiju, at the mouth of the Yalu, was declared an
open port only last February."
"What 's the religion hereabouts? "
"Mostly Confucianism. Catholic missionaries
have made a tremendous struggle to introduce
Christianity, and their history has been a long series
of martyrdoms. Why, in 1866, there was a great
massacre of native Christians, and nearly ten thou-
sand perished."
"That finished the matter, I suppose?"
"Not much. There are supposed to be at least
forty-five thousand Roman Catholic Christians in
Korea to-day. Just what will become of them if
the country goes to Japan, or is divided up among
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the big Powers, nobody knows. The Koreans, by
the way, have a standing army of seventeen thou-
sand men, trained and drilled by European officers."
With talk of this sort, and various other statistics
relating to the FJermit Kingdom, time passed
rapidly, and the learned young ensign was still
lecturing when the train rolled into the station at
Seoul.
The two officers strolled up the shady side of the
main street, and soon espied some curios from
which they determined to select mementos of this
strange city.
"We ought to have some change," said Bob.
"I 've nothing but English gold. Suppose I get
this shopkeeper to give me Korean money for half
a dozen sovereigns? "
"All right," agreed Liddon, with a twinkle in his
eye which the other did not see. "He '11 be glad to
have the gold, no doubt, and will cheat you a little,
but that won't matter."
"How can I make him understand what I want? "
queried the midshipman, standing before the Korean
helplessly, with the money in his hand.
"I guess I can arrange it," said Doc. Liddon
gravely. "I happen to know the word for small
change in this country. Hulloa, you! Sapeke ! "
The ensign held out the gold as he spoke, and let it
clink
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The man nodded twenty times, repeating " Sa-
peke ! Sapeke ! '" and calling three or four coolies,
gave them an order, despatching them in different
directions. Then he gently drew out the Ameri-
can's watch, and pointing to the open face, held
out five fingers.
"That means he '11 have the change ready in five
minutes," I suppose," said Liddon.
"Of course, just as they 'd do at home. Sent
round to the bank for it, probably. Let 's walk on
a bit, and come back here when the time 's up."
They indicated on the watch what their plans
were, and with many smiles and nods and amiable
gestures on both sides the officers proceeded on
their way.
There was not much to see in Seoul, after all.
The buildings were for the most part miserable little
one-story affairs, built of wood, clay, and rice-straw.
Some of the meanest dwellings were thatched, but
in general this primitive protection had given place
to tiles placed in rows along the joints of the boards
forming the roof.
"Let's go back and get our pocketful of change,"
remarked Starr. "Then we '11 call on the minister,
hurry up our shopping, and get back to the ship.
It 's too hot to linger in this proud capital all day.
I never was cut out for a hermit, anyway."
On the way back the queer expression returned
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to Liddon's face, but he said nothing until they
reached the shop. Then he gave one look at Bob's
countenance and burst into a roar of laughter.
Bob was speechless. There on the floor lay his
change, surrounded by perspiring coolies. It con-
sisted of about ten bushels of copper coins, each
punched in the middle and strung on a wire. The
four labourers must have worked hard to get it there
within the allotted time.
"Well, this beats me!" exclaimed the midship-
man at length. "Is this all mine? "
"Every sapeke of it," said Liddon gleefully.
"Put it in your pocket and jog along, son! "
Fortunately an interpreter, attracted by the naval
uniforms, happened to be near, and with much diffi-
culty the shopkeeper was made to understand that
but a small portion of the mountain of "cash"
would be needed. Purchases were made, at exorbi-
tant prices ; a pound or two of the coins preserved
for keepsakes, and the visitors departed.
"For fifteen minutes I 've felt like Rockefeller,"
said Bob sadly. "I never shall have so much money
again. It 's a dream ! "
"When a fellow tells his very best girl, in Seoul,
that she 's worth her weight in specie, it is n't much
of a compliment, eh, Bob? " laughed Liddon.
"Equivalent to valuing her at about thirty cents,
I suppose," sighed the disconsolate midshipman.
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"What a copper mine this place is! It beats
Helena, Montana, all out! " *
They paid their visit of respect to the American
minister, who insisted on their lunching with him,
and laughed heartily over Bob's financial experience.
Late in the afternoon the officers returned to Seoul
by train, and were glad enough to reach the deck of
the Osprey, fanned by the cool breezes of the Yellow
Sea.
As they distributed the gifts they had brought,
and recounted their adventures in the Korean
capital, while Dave, Staples, and Dobson shouted
at the midshipman's woful face when the "tempo-
rary Rockefeller " was described, they little guessed
what was befalling their old friend the war corre-
spondent, whom we left in company with the rene-
gade Stevens, running away with one of General
Kouropatkin's war balloons.
Larkin's first movement, as they rose above the
roofs of Liaoyang, was to throw out a whole bagful
of ballast, with plenty of which the air-ship was
fortunately stocked. The two men crouched low in
* Since this paragraph was written a despatch in the daily press of
the United States has announced that a short time ago a syndicate
of American capitalists was formed to buy up the "cash" used by
the natives of China, and sell it for the pure copper used in the
coins. In this way enormous profits have been made, it is said, by
the promoters of the scheme, and the larger cities of the Empire
have been almost stripped of small change.
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the basket to avoid stray bullets from the victorious
Japanese army, and in ten minutes they were out
of all danger from that source. Fred had made
more than one ascension, in a professional capacity,
from Boston Common, and felt quite at ease as the
swelling bag above his head bore him farther and
farther from the scene of the late battle. Not so
Stevens. He continued to crouch in the bottom of
the wicker car, and his teeth fairly chattered with
fright.
"Come, come, old chap," said Larkin cheerfully,
"we 're all right now. It 's only a question of
making a safe landing somewhere in the rear of the
Jap army. I 'm sorry to leave my friends the Mus-
covites, but needs must when the wind drives. I
wish the inventors would hurry up with their dirigi-
ble balloons! Sit up, man, and take in this view.
You may never have such a chance again."
The panorama spread out beneath them was in-
deed a wonderful one. The wind, following the
direction of the mountain range, was now sweeping
them rather to the south than to the east, and at a
height of about a mile the balloon passed swiftly
over lower Manchuria with its fair streams, valleys
and cornfields. Here and there a blur of smoke in-
dicated a military encampment, and long trains of
waggons could be made out, conveying stores to the
front or wounded men toward the sea. The earth
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presented the odd appearance of a shallow cup,
rather than of a convex surface. Now and then
the landscape was blotted out by a low-lying cloud
which, travelling in a different current, was quickly
left behnd. Once or twice, from a cottony puff of
smoke, Larkin guessed that his big aerial craft was
a target for Japanese riflemen ; but no bullet came
near to corroborate his surmise.
Stevens, meanwhile, recovered nerve enough to
sit upright and peer once or twice over the edge of
the car ; but each time he sank back with a shudder.
"I always was giddy in high places," he muttered,
resuming his former abject attitude.
Larkin glanced at the pallid face, and felt a touch
of pity for the miserable fellow.
"No wonder the navy did n't suit you," he said.
"You look half sick, Stevens. Anything special the
matter with you? Hungry? "
"No," said the other, his teeth chattering again.
"I don't want anything to eat. I have n't been
well lately. Those men who were after me — " He
stopped abruptly and turned so white that Fred
thought he was going to faint. Recovering himself
with an effort, Stevens continued: "This balloon
business is getting on to my nerves, I guess. Is n't
it about time to think of landing? "
"Landing! " exclaimed the other. "Not by any
means. We must put a little more real estate be-
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tween us and Oyama's front before we get down to
terra firma. But we 're going like an express train
now, unless I am mistaken. It 's hard to judge our
speed, because we 're just drifting with the current.
I can't say I like so much southing, either. As
near as I can tell, we 're just about following the
line of the railway. See — there it is — that long
straight line! "
But Stevens did not care to look.
"Why were those fellows chasing you, if I may
ask?" demanded the reporter, settling himself to
a comfortable position in the car.
"They — I don't know— well," said Stevens des-
perately, "if you must know, they were Boxers."
Larkin started. "What, the society that started
the trouble with the missionaries two or three years
ago, and pretty nearly did up the foreign embassies
in Pekin ? ' '
The renegade nodded. "I had time on my
hands," he muttered, "and — and interested myself
in their private matters. I meant to have made a
good thing of it in Pekin."
"I see," said Fred, looking at his companion
with unmitigated disgust. "At your old tricks, of
course. I 'm not sure that I would n't have started
without you, if I had known."
"Then it 's fortunate for me that you did n't,"
said the spy, with a sardonic grin, "Don't let 's
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quarrel, Larkin. You 've saved my life, and I won't
forget it. It was a shabby trick I played you, in Port
Arthur, but I really did n't mean you any harm.
All I wanted was time to get out of the city."
"All right," said Fred lightly. "I 'm not a man
to hold a grudge; but I would n't try any more
tricks of the sort, my lad. They get tiresome, after
a while. Look here, I 'm hungry, and we have n't
investigated the commissary department of the
balloon corps. Here goes! "
Dipping into a pile of packages at the bottom of
the car, he brought up several cans of condensed
beef and some hard biscuit, which had evidently
been abandoned in the hurried flight from Liaoyang.
There were also a couple of bottles of vodka, or
Russian whiskey, upon which Stevens seized eagerly.
Larkin, however, wrested them from his grasp and
threw them overboard.
"I hope they won't do any damage when they
strike," he said, but they certainly won't do any in
this ship, while I 'm captain. No vodka for you,
my friend. What 's this — Limonade gazenze — ah,
that fills the bill ! Bottled lemonade, straight from
Paris — two pints for each of us. Have some?"
And he opened a can of beef and passed over a
bottle of lemonade.
Stevens scowled, but accepted the situation, and
the two made a hearty breakfast.
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They had just flung over the empty can and
bottles when they heard the report of a musket.
"I don't like it!" shouted Fred, springing up so
quickly that the basket rocked, and the spy turned
pale again. "While we were eating we 've been
dropping, I 'm sure I don't know why, unless
there 's a rip somewhere aloft. We are n't more
than a thousand yards up, and they 're taking pot
shots at us from a Jap encampment. Out goes
some more ballast! "
He suited the word by emptying a bag of sand,
and the balloon rose at once, as he ascertained by
throwing out a few scraps of paper, which seemed
to drop like lead.
One or two more shots were fired, but the balloon
quickly swept out of range, as before. The aero-
nauts had not gone far, however, when it became
evident that they were again slowly sinking.
"I don't like it," said Fred, shaking his head as
he threw out another sand-bag. "Some of these
bullets have punctured the old bag aloft, as sure as
you live."
"I thought you said you meant to land some-
where in the rear of the main Japanese lines! " ex-
claimed Stevens apprehensively. "What 's the use
of keeping up so high? "
"What I really want now is steam enough to
take us right across the gulf to Chefoo," answered
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the other. "We 're heading straight for it," he
added, consulting a small compass that dangled from
his watch-guard. ' ' If we can fetch that port there '11
be no more trouble. But I don't like this sinking.
It looks as if we had sprung a leak somewhere, and,
don't you see, man? there 's only one bag of ballast
left!"
In the course of an hour they had descended to
within a few hundred feet of the ground, and Fred
reluctantly parted with the last pound of sand.
The sea could now be plainly discerned, to the
southward.
"Look — there are two of Togo's ships!" ex-
claimed Larkin. "Oh, what a sight ! Don't I wish
I had a good kodak ! "
Again the balloon dropped, and Fred flung out
every movable object in the car. They shot up a
thousand feet, but the relief was of short duration.
"O for a couple of hundred- weight of ballast!"
groaned Fred. "Or a gale of wind to take us over
the water!"
Once more the balloon gently descended. The
breeze seemed to be dying out. They were now
directly over the outworks of the Japanese forces
besieging Port Arthur.
Bang! bang! rang out the guns, far below. The
great gas-bag quivered and began to drop faster.
"They 've hit us again ! " said Fred. "We 're in
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for it now. The question is, whether we shall get
as far as the town. Somehow I don't fancy drop-
ping down on our brown friends there, they 're so
handy with their rifles. Let 's see what effect our
ensign will have on them ! "
He unrolled the Japanese flag he had caught up
in running through the streets of Liaoyang, and dis-
played it as prominently as possible; but this only
seemed to exasperate their assailants, who now were
keeping up a regular fusilade.
Suddenly Stevens gave a scream. "I 'm hit!
I 'm hit!" he shrieked, clasping his hand to his
breast. Springing to his feet, he tottered, and be-
fore Fred could seize his unfortunate companion the
spy lost his balance and fell backward over the side
of the car.
Lightened of his weight the balloon made one
more leap toward the clouds, crossed the outer
trenches and forts of Port Arthur, and with a grace-
ful sweep descended in the heart of the city. A
hundred hands seized the wicker car and the rope,
and Fred Larkin, still shocked and benumbed by
the terrible fate that had overtaken his comrade,
mechanically climbed out and stood, half-dazed, on
the pavements of the very square where he had
met Stevens three months before.
A babel of voices greeted him, but before he
could explain his involuntary descent the Japanese
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flag caught the eye of an officer who had joined the
crowd, and the reporter was roughly seized, blind-
folded, and hurried away to a prison cell.
Early in the evening he was visited by two or
three officials of rank, who had him searched and
even stripped, for evidence of guilt. "Ameri-
kansky," said Fred, over and over, seemingly with-
out effect.
The next morning, however, he was told that he
was to be taken before General Stoessel, who would
judge his case. The tones of the officer making
this announcement were much more bland than on
the preceding evening, and the prisoner was given a
good breakfast before taking up the march, blind-
folded, across the city.
The walk itself seemed interminable. Down one
hill and up another, along street after street, stum-
bling over rough pavements, with the roar of can-
non constantly in his ears, and an unpleasant
consciousness that a shell might fall in his imme-
diate vicinity at any time, Fred was conducted into
the great man's presence.
General Stoessel recognised him at once, and
asked a good many questions, all of which Larkin
answered promptly and fully, except those pertain-
ing to the Japanese forces and defences.
"Look here, General," he said, "I 've been called
a spy more than once since I landed in your town.
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Now if I tell you all I know about the Japanese,
you will have good reason to believe that I shall
carry information to them, on leaving Port Arthur,
concerning the Russians. This would fairly rank
me as the mean thing I have been called — a spy.
Not a word do you get from me, sir, regarding the
Japs."
"But what if you never leave Port Arthur? Why
shall I not order you hung at once? "
"Because, General Stoessel," said Fred Larkin,
calmly, "I am an American citizen, innocent of any
offence against your country ; a journalist, pursuing
his profession, and representing a friendly nation."
The bluff soldier gnawed his moustache. "You
shall not stay here," he said with decision. "I do
not want any newspaper men in Port Arthur."
"I 'm ready to go," said Fred, "the moment you
open the door. My arrival was unintentional,
and "
"Restore his papers, and send him to Chefoo,"
said the General, rising.
"How shall I go, General?" asked Fred.
"In a junk. You must take your chances of safe
arrival. And mind, sir, you must not come here
again. Twice is enough !"
' ' I certainly will not, ' ' said Fred, " if I can help it. "
General Stoessel asked a few more questions con-
cerning the reporter's escape from Liaoyang.
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"It was like a crazy American," he said, more
good-humouredly. Then he shook hands with Fred.
"I hope you will have a safe voyage to Chefoo.
Farewell!"
With the same precautions against the corre-
spondent's discovering anything of value to report
outside the walls, he was led back across the city and
the next morning he left Port Arthur in a droschka,
or light road-waggon, and — still blindfolded — was
driven to a plain near Loisa Bay. At this point
the bandage was removed from his eyes and he
scrambled down a hilly path to the shore, where he
was locked up in a small stone hut until late in the
afternoon, when — blindfolded again — he was led
over the beach to a sampan and taken off to a junk,
one of three which were getting under way — a huge,
dirty craft, like that in which he had sailed on his
outward trip.
A Russian naval officer and boat crew accom-
panied him to the outer roads, where they said
good-bye, entered their own boat and returned to
the city. Fred noticed, the bandage having now
been finally removed, that the Czarevitch, Retvizan,
and some other damaged ships had been patched up
and were changing anchorage under their own
steam.
The next morning the daring reporter once more
set foot on the dock at Cheefoo.
CHAPTER XX.
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IN the middle of September the following startling
despatch appeared in the newspapers on both
sides of the Atlantic :
"ABERDEEN, SCOTLAND, Sept. 16.— A passenger
who arrived to-day on board a coasting steamship
reports that two Japanese officers and nine sailors
came on board the vessel from London.
"As soon as she arrived at Aberdeen they jumped
into a small boat and proceeded at once to a mys-
terious low-lying craft in the offing, apparently a
torpedo-boat, which, on receiving the men, steamed
seaward.
"It is believed here that the intention of the
Japanese is to lie in wait for the Baltic fleet."
In order to understand what Oto Owari and a
brother officer were doing in the North Sea at the
time when the Associated Press gave out this start-
ling piece of news, we must return to the day when
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the battle-ship Petropavlovsk "turned turtle " in the
bay of Korea, and, attacked by some mysterious
agency which was generally supposed to be either a
Russian or Japanese submerged contact-mine, sank
with nearly every soul on board.
The Octopus, which had made its way under cover
of the darkness of the preceding night to the west-
ern extremity of the Yellow Sea, and was lying in
wait for its huge adversary, had remained awash
until daylight. Then, closing the main hatch, she
sank until only the end of the camera projected
above water. This easily escaped observation,
looking, as it did, like a bit of floating wreckage.
According to directions from his admiral, Oto made
no move to attack the Russian ships when they
were coaxed out of their safe harbour by the wily
Japanese, it being deemed best not to risk a hasty
assault at a time when the enemy were fully alert
and in the best condition. In case their squadron
should escape from the Japanese force outside —
vastly superior to the Russians — and should retreat
towards Port Arthur, then the Octopus was to strike
its blow, quickly and decisively.
The result is known, although naval authorities
still dispute as to the cause of the Petropavlovsk' s
destruction. Oto, conning the Octopus through the
camera, observed the battle-ship returning to port
after the brief conflict in the open sea. He touched
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an electric knob and the submarine quietly sank to
a further depth of six feet. Being now entirely out
of sight, the terrible war-engine approached without
difficulty to within less than a hundred yards of the
Russian ship, discharged her torpedo with unerring
aim, and accomplished her work. The waters in
the immediate vicinity of the huge victim were vio-
lently agitated as she careened in her dying agony,
and the Octopus herself, lingering near to inflict an-
other blow if necessary, was in danger of being
drawn into the vortex made by the battle-ship as
she went down. The little submarine reversed her
engine quickly enough, however, to escape sharing
the fate of her prey, and swiftly glided away to re-
join the Japanese fleet. The agent of destruction,
known only to the admiral and the heads of the War
Office, was not disclosed in Tokio, as it was deemed
best that the Russian Admiralty and the world at
large should know nothing of the terrible power
Japan was wielding beneath the waves.
Oto remained on duty in command of the Octopus
for several weeks longer, and was then detached for
a more complicated task, one requiring an extraor-
dinary exercise of intelligence and adaptability, as
well as courage.
It was known that the Russians were preparing a
formidable fleet at home, to take the place of the
war-ships that had been put out of action in
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East, and to establish the Muscovite power upon
the seas. If this could be done, it was conceded
in military circles that Japan's fate would be
sealed. With her immense army cut off from sup-
plies and from retreat, the Russian ships could
ravage the coast of the Island Kingdom, and the
army in Manchuria would be compelled to come to
terms. It was all- important to prevent the sailing
of the Baltic fleet if possible, or to damage it after
it had started on its long voyage.
The Russian secret-service system has often been
called the most effective and far-reaching in exist-
ence; but the Japanese have learned the methods
of their huge neighbour, and with Oriental wit and
alertness have surpassed their teacher. At about
this time several accidents happened in the Russian
navy yards at the head of the Baltic. One ship
suddenly sank at her moorings ; another was severely
damaged by an inexplicable explosion ; other strange
mishaps befel the newly organised fleet before they
left their moorings. Everybody read in the news-
papers the reports of these "accidents," and every-
body was puzzled to account for them — everybody,
except the authorities at Tokio !
In spite of every hindrance and disaster it became
evident that the fleet was nearly ready to sail, fully
equipped and manned for the long cruise which was
to terminate, according to general expectation, in
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the greatest naval battle the world had ever seen,
should the fleet reach Eastern waters.
Taking a swift liner across the Pacific, Oto, with
ten picked men of the Japanese navy, arrived at
Vancouver on the-ist day of September. The
Canadian Pacific, Grand Trunk, and New York
Central railways landed the party in New York on
the /th; one week later they were in London.
Here they took a small steamer on a local line,
reaching Aberdeen on the i$th. On reaching shore
the men, most of whom were dressed as common
sailors in the merchant service, scattered among the
water-side boarding-houses, and, in a city where
seamen of every nationality are an every-day sight,
excited little notice or comment.
Oto himself, having first consulted his note-book,
repaired to a shop on an obscure street where tea,
carvings, and cheap Japanese curios were sold. The
shopkeeper eyed him sharply, glanced at a slip of
rice-paper which Oto presented, then made a low
obeisance to the visitor, and having locked the outer
door of his shop and lowered the shades, led the
way to a narrow and steep stairway, murmuring in
his own language: "I break my bones to Your Ex-
cellency. Be honourably pleased to mount your
servant's despicable stairway to the private office."
What communications passed in that office cannot
be known with certainty. Oto, however, received
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from his countryman several despatches, and en-
trusted to him a return message of utmost import-
ance. On the following day the nine Japanese met
at the wharves by appointment. A boat was await-
ing them, manned by a crew of the same nationality.
In the offing the boat was taken up by a small,
rakish-looking black steamer which some observers
declared to be a torpedo-boat, others a "trawler,"
as the ships of the fishing-fleet were called. What-
ever its nature, the craft had heels, for, with black
smoke pouring from her short funnel, she soon dis-
appeared to the northward. There were those who
averred that they had plainly seen the English en-
sign flying over her taffrail.
Not to make a further mystery of this odd little
vessel, it may be stated at once that she was no
other than the Kiku, or "Chrysanthemum"; the
same small war-ship which had hailed the Osprey in
mid-ocean in her outward voyage, and had received
and restored by a piece of incomparable naval dex-
terity the cabin steward of the gunboat.
The Kiku was a combination of torpedo-boat and
destroyer; that is she was a small, swift steamer,
fitted with both torpedo-tubes and three-inch rifled
guns. Her efficiency in attack would depend largely
on her speed, which was not less than twenty-six
knots an hour, under forced pressure. For this
reason, too, she was used as a despatch-boat.
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During the first six months of the war she was
coaled and provisioned at obscure ports, often mak-
ing long runs to escape observation.
In the weeks that followed Oto's embarkation,
the Kiku's appearance was changed in several im-
portant particulars. She now might easily have
passed for one of the trawling fleet that were familiar
to every sailor in the North Sea. Her torpedo-
tubes were concealed by canvas shields, painted
black and so arranged that they could be easily
drawn aside in action. Her guns were rigged out
of sight, and port-holes closed so cleverly that only
a trained eye would discover them, and that in
broad daylight. At night the Kiku was an innocent
fishing steamer, pursuing her honest avocation
under the protection of Great Britain.
The sailing of the Baltic fleet had been again and
again announced, and as often postponed. Vice-
Admiral Rojestvensky knew that he was surrounded
by spies, and more than half guessed that danger
was awaiting him when once the home sea should
have been left behind. At length, on the 2ist of
October, the great battle-ships and cruisers weighed
anchor in earnest and started for Port Arthur. If
that stronghold was to be saved, the relieving force
could no longer be delayed. The Japanese were
tightening their grip daily, and with an enormous
sacrifice of life were taking position after position.
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242 THE NORTH PACIFIC.
Kouropatkin had made a vain attempt to march
southward and succour the beleaguered fortress, and
had been beaten back. Relief could only come by
sea. It was believed at St. Petersburg that Stoessel
could hold out until February, when Rojestvensky's
fleet would be at hand to effect a diversion and open
the harbour.
Slowly and majestically the ponderous ships
moved onward, the lookouts, doubled in number,
watching every suspicious-looking craft, the officers
scanning the sea, from the bridges, with powerful
marine glasses. Just after sunset the fleet entered
the North Sea and turned their massive prows to-
ward the south.
Between latitude 54° 10' and 57° 24' North, and
longitude i° and 6° f East (from Greenwich), a
huge sand-bank lies under the waters of the North
Sea, midway between England and Denmark. It
is called the Dogger Bank, and affords extensive
fishing-grounds which are frequented by all sorts of
craft, from a wherry to a thousand-ton steamer.
Here the Hull fleet set their trawls, and, with lights
twinkling from bow and mast-head, toss and swing
at their anchors through the long hours of the night.
Every pilot in the United Kingdom, and on the
coasts of the adjacent European states, knows of
these trawlers and plots his course to avoid them in
crossing the North Sea. The admiral of the Baltic
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fleet either forgot them entirely, or recklessly took
the risk of their lying in the path of his heavier ships.
As the night — an unusually dark one — of October
2 ist closed in, the Hull fishermen were anchored as
usual over the Dogger Bank. There were half a
dozen or more of them, and before midnight their
number was increased by one — a low, black hull like
their own, which brought up just north of the main
group without attracting attention.
The lights of the Kiku — for the newcomer was
no other than the disguised destroyer — were made
to conform exactly to those displayed by the trawlers.
No one could have taken her for a war-ship, with her
big fourteen-foot Whitehead torpedoes waiting to
be unleashed behind their canvas tompions.
Far away to the northward a light twinkled in the
darkness; another, and another.
"Slip the cable," ordered Oto quietly, not daring
to recover his anchor lest the noise of the chain and
pawls should be heard. "Clear decks for action! "
A low hum of voices sounded through the ship.
Bare feet pattered to and fro as the decks were
cleared, the guns were run out, screens removed,
and ammunition hoisted. All this had been done
in repeated drill until the men knew exactly where
to place their hands in the dim light afforded by
carefully shielded lanterns.
' ' Cast loose and provide ! " " Load ! ' '
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The orders were in a strange tongue, but varied
little from those taught at the Annapolis Academy.
Like some black kraken of old, crouching for a
spring at its approaching prey, the Kiku silently
awaited the approach of the Baltic war-ships.
Across the water from one of trawlers came a
rough sea-song from the English sailors at their
work.
Nearer and nearer came the great battle-ship lead-
ing the fleet, the flag-ship of the vice-admiral. A
much smaller vessel, corresponding in class to the
Osprey, scouted at a little distance to the west.
Suddenly a glare illumined the water. The
scout's search-light was turned full on the Kiku.
Instantly the rattling report of the gunboat's main
battery roared out, followed by the heavier guns of
the battle-ship.
Rojestvensky, who, strange to say, had been below
decks, now rushed to the bridge, and caught sight
of the black hulls of the trawlers.
' ' Fire into them ! Sink them ! Ahead full speed !
They are torpedo-boats!" he ordered without a
moment's reflection.
The search-light of the flag-ship picked up a fish-
ing steamer, and a moment later a solid shot passed
through the hull of the unfortunate trawler, below
the water-line, and she began to sink.
A few more shots were fired wildly from the
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panic-stricken Russians, but in five minutes it was
all over. The fishing-fleet were miles astern, and
the battle-ships were furiously rushing from the
scene of the brief and inglorious action. One of the
trawlers was sunk, two men killed, and twenty
wounded. This was the story that was brought to
Hull the next morning, and set every Englishman's
blood boiling at the reckless, needless disaster in-
flicted by Rojestvensky's ships.
What, meanwhile, had become of the Kiku ?
When the first gun was fired and the shot struck
the water beside her she slapped a steel bolt into
the transport Kamschatka, taking one of her funnels
off neatly. The enemy were too distant for torpedo
work, and before the Japanese gunners could deter-
mine where to fire (they had aimed hap-hazard at
the search-light of the scout, for the first shot), or
in what direction to steer for an attack at close
quarters, a shell plumped into their engine-room and
exploded, killing four men and putting the ship
completely out of action. Another shot hulled the
Kiku and fatally wounded three more of her crew.
Oto, standing on the bridge and hitherto unhurt,
calmly gave orders to lower the boats. There was
confusion in the darkness, and the sudden calamity,
and only one of the Kikus four boats was in the
water before the ship sank. Oto was one of the
half-dozen men who were picked up; every other
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on board went, with their vessel, to the bottom of
the North Sea.
Driven away from the trawlers by a fresh breeze,
the Japanese survivors headed their boat westward
and pulled lustily. Early the next afternoon they
landed near Yarmouth and made their way to Lon-
don. Their leader knew where to send them, in
that great city, to find friends, and within a week
they had shipped in various vessels for Japan. Oto
himself, having sent a cipher despatch to Tokio,
took passage on a Cunarder for New York, and was
once more on board a ship in Togo's fleet in time
to witness the fall of Port Arthur.
To anticipate the course of this story, and com-
plete that of the Dogger Bank affair, it may be added
that for a time war between Russia and England
seemed imminent. An agreement between the two
Powers, however, was finally reached, by the terms
of which an international inquiry was to be held,
conducted by a Commission of naval officers of high
rank, one British, one Russian, one French, one
American, and one to be selected by these four.
Evidence as to the presence of torpedo-boats on the
Bank was widely conflicting, but after many pro-
tracted meetings the North Sea Tribunal, as it was
called, finally announced its decision, which was,
briefly, that the Russians had not, in reality, been
attacked by torpedo-boats, and that the vice-admiral
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was not justified in firing into the fishing-fleet;
that, however, "under the circumstances preceding
and following the incident there was such uncer-
tainty concerning the danger to the squadron as to
warrant Rojestvensky in continuing his route."
They did not positively condemn the Russians for
firing, but they decreed that they should pay an in-
demnity to England, for the property destroyed,
and to aid the families of the killed and wounded
fishermen.
There was much criticism upon this verdict
throughout the countries represented upon the
Commission; but it was indeed impossible for the
judges to determine where the fault really lay.
The trawlers testified, one and all, that there was
no torpedo-boat present. Certain officers of the
Russian ships, on the other hand, testified point-
blank to having seen the hostile craft, and the com-
mander of \\xzKamsckatka stoutly alleged that he had
been fired upon by a torpedo-boat, and had signalled
the fact to the flag-ship, at the outset of the affair.
On the whole, the best comment upon the verdict
was made by Bob Starr, on the Osprey, when he
read the despatch in the papers.
"It reminds me of the Western jury," said the
midshipman, "who knew the prisoner well, and
liked him too much to convict him ; so they brought
in a verdict of ' Not guilty, but don't do it again ! ' "
CHAPTER XXI.
THE FALL OF PORT ARTHUR.
AT about the date of the miscarriage of Com-
mander Oto Owari's plans in the North Sea,
the regiment in which his old friend Oshima * com-
manded a company was detached from Oyama's
army of invasion and added to the forces under
General Nogi, besieging Port Arthur.
It will be remembered that Port Arthur was com-
pletely isolated on land when the Second Japanese
Army, under General Oku, captured Nanshan Hill,
in the latter part of May, 1904. On August gth the
Russians were driven into their permanent works,
the real siege beginning three days later, when
shells fell in the streets of the city for the first time.
The task before the small brown men of Nippon
seemed an impossible one. There were seventeen
permanent forts to be taken, forty-two semi-perma-
* The Captain Oshima who figures in these pages must not be mis-
taken for Lieutenant-General Oshima, whose gallant services during
the siege of Port Arthur have already been chronicled in the daily
newspapers of America.
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nent improvised fortifications, two miles of fortified
Chinese wall, and a triple line of trenches over
eight miles long. The forts were so arranged that
each was commanded by several others; and the
whole were manned and defended by some of the
bravest soldiers the world has ever seen.
"You are expected to do the impossible things,"
was the first order from the Mikado to his troops in
the field. The expectation was fulfilled; the im-
perial edict was obeyed. Ten thousand men, in the
face of a deadly fire of shot and shell, trampled the
word "impossible" under foot, buried it beneath
their torn and mangled bodies; and over them the
soldiers of Japan marched to victory.
Baron Nogi did not assume command in person
until the siege had fairly begun. He had two sons,
Hoten and Shoten. Shoten fell on Nanshan Hill,
and his body arrived in Tokio on the day when his
father was to sail for Manchuria. "Delay the
funeral," said the General to his wife, "until Hoten
and I are brought home to lie with Shoten."
Hoten gave up his life on the deadly ramparts of
"203-Metre"; Nogi still lives— a man "with face
parchment-crinkled, brown like chocolate, with
beard grey shaded back to brown, eyes small and
wide apart, perfect teeth, tiny, regular nose and
a beautiful dome of a head." So he is described by
one who has often stood in his presence. Twice
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conqueror of Port Arthur, he is a mighty force in
the Japanese army.
Within the city the Russian soldiers, and what
was left of the civilian population, kept up a brave
front. The long hours were passed by the ladies in
making garments for the invalids. The hospitals,
under the care of the Red Cross, were beautifully
kept, the laundry work being done by poor women
and the soldiers' wives, in place of the regular "wash
men," who had left months before. Every day in
the week a military band played in one or another
of the hospitals; one day in the New Russian town
and one in the New Town. Mrs. Stoessel, the kind-
hearted wife of the commander-in-chief, visited the
sick men, bringing such dainties as the lessening
fare of the fortress could furnish, and speaking en-
couraging words. For every thousand invalids were
thirty trained nurses, in addition to volunteer
helpers. Every day came a sad procession, bring-
ing wounded men in litters from the outer works.
Every day the shells fell in the doomed city. The
streets were full of great gaps, where they struck
and exploded. Before October the Old Town was
a wreck.
Every three days the men at the front were re-
lieved, and as their comrades took their places the
troops came marching back, singing cheerfully,
although there were many vacant places in their
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ranks. When they overtook a litter with a dying
comrade the songs would cease, and crossing him-
self each man walked with bared head until he had
passed the brave fellow; then he donned his cap
again and continued his song. Not a man of them
would admit that the Japanese could ever take Port
Arthur. Help would come from Kouropatkin or
from the sea. So the days wore on, the leaves fell,
chill winter winds began to sweep over the gulf,
October gave place to November, and still the
longed-for relief was withheld; still the terrible
artillery of the foe roared from the surrounding
heights and from the mighty battle-ships ; and day
by day the thunder was louder, the hospitals filled,
and the heart of the gallant general grew heavy.
After the futile assault in August the Japanese
settled down to the slow process of mining and
sapping. No one realised more fully than General
Nogi the tremendous task that was before him.
Batteries and forts not only commanded one another
with their guns, but were connected by meshes of
barbed wire which must be cut in the face of a de-
vastating fire before the assailants could advance.
In places these wires were charged with electricity.
When the cutters attempted to ply their nippers
they fell in their tracks, electrocuted. The outer
slopes of the fortresses were formed of slippery
concrete, or of loose sand in which the Japanese
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floundered and slid backward, while the Russian
marksmen picked them off with their rifles.
Buried in these formidable slopes were mines and
torpedoes, some to be exploded by the touch of an
electric button, some by mere contact. These
hurled hundreds of the assailing troops into the
air, torn and mangled. Deep moats surrounded
the earthworks, and were so constructed that they
could be raked by machine-guns. In at least one
instance the moat was filled with combustibles
which were fired as soon as hundreds of Japanese
had leaped down into it. They were burned alive.
But every stratagem, every defence, every death-
dealing manoeuvre of the besieged was met and
overcome by the relentless besiegers. To approach
the fortifications across the zone of fire they dug
zig-zag trenches at night, through which the troops,
after great sacrifice of life, could get within striking
distance and carry this or that battery by sudden
assault. They tunnelled like moles, under the
moats and through the earthworks. It might take
two days or two months to advance a hundred feet,
but the advance was effected.
When the soldiers of the two nations actually
met, the scene was terrible. As the opposing ranks
drew near, the men tossed balls of gun-cotton — an
explosive to which powder is as a toy-cracker to a
twelve-inch turret gun — among the enemy. They
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screamed defiance. They fought with swords, with
bayonets, and finally, like wild beasts, with claws
and teeth. No savage tribes of Darkest Africa ever
grappled in more frightful conflict.
The Japanese set their hearts upon taking Port
Arthur on the birthday of their Emperor, October
29th, and the fiercest assault of the siege took place
that day. On the evening before, Captain Oshima
rested with his company in a trench which paralleled
the defences of one of the strongest of the Russian
forts. Until late at night his men were busy clean-
ing themselves as best they could, and changing
their linen. They were preparing for death. The
Japanese must die spotless in body as well as soul,
to inherit eternal happinesss. Oshima sat under a
"bomb-proof" prepared by placing timbers across
the trench and covering them with earth. He
talked calmly with his line officers, and explained
the plan of the coming attack, as he had received it
from headquarters.
At intervals came the sound of the heavy siege
mortars, two miles away, firing over their heads into
Port Arthur. These huge eleven-inch guns were
affectionately dubbed "Osaka Babies," because
they were built at the Osaka arsenal in Japan.
There were eighteen of them distributed about
Port Arthur. Each gun was emplaced on a con-
crete foundation eight feet deep, which required
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three weeks to build. The shells used weighed a
quarter of a ton and each discharge cost Japan $400.
The expense of a six-hour bombardment was some-
thing over three hundred thousand dollars.
"The 'babies' are crying," observed Oshima
drily, as he paused a moment in his instructions.
"To-morrow night — who of us will hear them? "
"To-morrow night," exclaimed a young lieu-
tenant with enthusiasm, "they will cry no more,
unless it be for joy. The fortress will be ours! "
Oshima glanced at his junior officer from beneath
his dark eyebrows, but said nothing.
The night passed, and the morning of the Mikado's
birthday dawned upon the beleaguered city, upon
the fair hill-tops and the rippling sea, upon the stern,
bearded faces of the defenders and the eager brown
hordes crouching in the trenches outside the fort.
Slowly the hours dragged past, the siege-guns
dropping their shells into the sand-slopes and tear-
ing open great craters. Then shrapnel was hurled
at the parapets, a hundred shots a minute. Not a
fort replied. As silently as the Continental troops
at Bunker Hill, the Russians awaited the approach
of their foe.
At last the signal was given. The little brown
men swarmed out of their trenches and up the fatal
slope. Then at last the answer came, in a blinding
flash and stunning roar from the embrasures. When
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the smoke cleared away not a living man was left in
sight, save a few whose wounds were not imme-
diately fatal, and who lay in the hot sun helplessly
awaiting death.
Another onrush of the diminutive assailants,
another crashing discharge of artillery and rifle fire.
A few survived, this time, and sheltered themselves
in the gaps made by bursting shells. Again a host
of assailants springing upward over the bodies of
the fallen. Among them were the men commanded
by Oshima. The young lieutenant, escaping the
first fire and forgetting all caution, sprang ahead of
the line, waving his sword and shouting "Banzai ! "
He reached the ramparts and for an instant stood
erect upon them, a brave young figure against the
blue sky. Then he toppled over into the fort and
was never seen again by his comrades. Once more
those who had not fallen burrowed in the sand-holes
until the final charge was ordered.
An Osaka shell had made a breach in the ramparts
through which the Russian rifles barked viciously.
Oshima's company sprang toward the opening, only
to find it guarded by a bristling hedge of bayonets
over which the rear ranks were firing as regularly as
on parade.
"Forward!" ordered Oshima, pointing to the
breach with his sword.
A clump of Japanese soldiers sprang in front of
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the entrance and dropped in their tracks, pierced by
half a hundred bullets. Their places were instantly
taken by another squad, who reached the line of
bayonets. There was a fierce hand to hand fight
for a minute. The opening was so narrow that
only a few could occupy it at the same time. These
few, overpowered, pierced by the lunging bayonets
of the Russians, staggered backward and fell, heap-
ing the pile of slain before the redoubt. There was
an instant's hesitation — then a dozen brown men
dropped their muskets and ran in directly upon the
bayonets, which flashed in the sunshine as they were
driven home. Before they could be withdrawn from
the bodies of their voluntary victims the remainder
of the Japanese company sprang in over the bodies
of their comrades and the Russian defenders met
the same fate. Five minutes later the flag of the
sunrise floated from two corners of the fort, and the
ambulance corps spread out over the outer glacis,
succouring the few wounded who survived the awful
carnage.
Who were the gallant twelve who, like Arnold
von Winkelried, sheathed the bayonets in their
breasts to disarm the foe and so afford an entrance
for their comrades? Generations of schoolboys have
told upon the platform how the brave Switzer fell :
" 4 Make way for Liberty! ' he cried!
Made way for Liberty, — and died " ;
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but few, save the keeper of the military archives
of Japan, know the names of the twelve heroes of
Fort Keekwan.
The end was not yet. No sooner was the fort
occupied by the Japanese than the fire of two others
was concentrated upon it. The victors were in turn
forced to evacuate that deadly enclosure, and plying
their spades busily, entrenched themselves just be-
low the parapets.
So assault after assault was delivered, and the
slain lay in heaps inside the fortifications and with-
out, and still Port Arthur was not taken ; but slowly
and relentlessly the besiegers moved forward, a few
feet, a single earthwork, a point here and a point
there being occupied, always nearer the heart of the
citadel.
The last stage of the defence began with the
capture of 2O3-Metre Hill, on November 2oth, by
which the Japanese secured a position from which
they could search out with their shells every nook
and corner of the inner harbour, where the last hope
of the defenders, the remnant of their proud "Port
Arthur Squadron," had lain in comparative safety
since the actions in the earlier part of the war. The
patched-up hulk of the Retvizan was sunk at her
moorings. Again and again the other vessels in the
harbour were struck. The great Keekwan Mount-
ain fort was at last taken and held, and on Decem-
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her 3Oth the Japanese stormed the key of the inner
defences, Ehrlung fort, and put its weakened garri-
son of five hundred men to the sword. The hos-
pitals of the city were crowded and medicines
lacking.
On the last day of the year General Stoessel
ordered the remaining battle-ships and cruisers to be
blown up, and the torpedo-boat destroyers, with a
transport containing eight hundred wounded, to
make a dash for Chefoo; all of which was success-
fully carried out.
January i, 1905, dawned peacefully. The be-
siegers prepared themselves for a final rush, before
the contemplated horrors of which the civilised
world stood aghast. But it was not to be.
Early in the forenoon a man bearing a white flag
was seen mounting the parapets and approaching
the Japanese lines. He was courteously received
and conducted to headquarters. An hour later
cheers rent the air, through all the trenches around
Port Arthur. The city had capitulated. General
Stoessel had surrendered, to save his remaining
half-starved, emaciated, faltering but gallant troops
from sure destruction. What it cost that brave
heart to speak the word, no one can tell. In the
person of her general, Russia knelt before the de-
spised islanders and sued for peace. It was a ter-
rible humiliation to him, to the army, and to the
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haughty Empire whose boast had been : ' ' Russia
never withdraws.
So ended the greatest siege, characterised by the
highest art of warfare and the uttermost personal
bravery of line, rank and file on both sides, that the
world has ever known.
CHAPTER XXII.
ON BOARD THE "KUSHIRO."
AFTER the fall of Port Arthur came a lull in the
operations of both sides, at sea and on land.
The Russians were still busy entrenching themselves
in and south of Mukden, the ancient Manchurian
capital. Here Kouropatkin had made his stand
after the disastrous defeat at Liaoyang. Immensely
strong works were thrown up, the defensive front
made apparently impregnable, and St. Petersburg
breathed more freely, although various indications
of internal disorders gave the court concern.
Oyama's men, meanwhile, prepared themselves
as best they might for a winter campaign. They
burrowed in the hillsides and lived in dug-outs and
shanties almost within pistol shot of the Russian
outposts. Supplies of food and heavy clothing
reached the army by the Yalu River and from New-
chwang over the railway to Liaoyang, whence they
were forwarded in waggons to the front. Oshima
shared a small mud hut with two other line officers.
His men cheerily cooked their rations of rice over
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little fires in front of their dug-outs. The scene
would have resembled Valley Forge, but that the
troops were well clothed and under absolute dis-
cipline.
On October 2nd, -Kouropatkin had issued a pro-
clamation declaring that the period of retreats was
over. "The army is now strong enough to advance
and compel the Japanese to do our will." This was
the last effort to relieve Port Arthur — a "forlorn
hope" indeed. A battle ensued, the carnage and
desperate valour of which even exceeded those of
Liaoyang. The Russian losses alone were nearly
seventy thousand, killed and wounded. After ten
days of terrific fighting they were forced back to the
Hun River, where they held their own and settled
down for the winter, with the Japanese facing
them.
The Baltic fleet, under Vice-Admiral Rojest-
vensky, after the Dogger Bank affair, resumed its
voyage southward. It rounded the Cape of Good
Hope safely and proceeded to Nossi B£, a port at
the northern end of Madagascar, where it was wel-
comed by the French with as much cordiality as
they dared to show their natural allies, without
open breach of neutrality. Here the vice-admiral
spent many weeks, cleaning, provisioning, and coal-
ing his ships and drilling his crews.
A second squadron of ships, meanwhile, started
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from the Baltic for the East, by way of the Medi-
terranean and the Suez Canal, followed by still a
third division. No one, outside the inner circle of
the Russian Admiralty and War Office, knew
where these three squadrons were to unite. Their
port of destination, after the capture of Port Arthur,
could, of course, be no other than Vladivostock,
where two powerful cruisers, disabled by Togo in
August, had been repaired, and, with a few smaller
craft, still formed the nucleus of a fleet.
Commander Oto Owari had hastened at once to
Tokio, on his unexpected return from the North
Sea, where his strategic attack upon the Baltic ships
had so signally failed. He was acquitted of blame,
by a court of enquiry, and was at once given the
command of the torpedo-boat destroyer Kushiro,
then fitting for service in the Sasebo docks.
At this time O-Hana-San was a nurse in the mili-
tary hospital at Hiroshima. She knew of Oto's
appointment and, if the truth be told, dreaded the
time when the Kushiro should be put in commission.
One day early in March she wrote to her old play-
mate that she and another nurse were to have a few
days' leave of absence, and that one of the hospital
surgeons, with his wife, was to take them on an ex-
cursion to Sasebo to see the navy yard — a privilege
not often accorded, save to those in the service.
Oto was delighted with the prospect of seeing Miss
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Blossom, and replied at once, inviting the whole
party to inspect the Kushiro and lunch with him
on board; an invitation which was immediately
accepted.
It was a bright,' cool day when the little nurses,
wearing the scarlet cross on their arms, traversed a
great paved square in the navy yard under escort
of the good surgeon and his wife (also a nurse), and
enquired where the Kushiro was lying. The marine
who had been questioned pointed out the three
black funnels of the destroyer, and the commander
himself met the visitors at the gang-plank. The
greetings between himself and Hana were full of
courtesy and entirely free from any display of senti-
ment. When the two pairs of dark eyes met for an
instant, however, Miss Blossom dropped hers im-
mediately and her cheeks showed a warmer brown
than usual. Oto led the way to his cabin and at
once offered refreshments to his guests. It was a
cosy little place, with its bunk, wardrobe, writing-
table and book-case, and a tiny connecting bath-
room about four feet square.
The party now went on deck and to their amaze-
ment found that the boat was moving swiftly through
the harbour toward the sea.
"It is a little surprise I planned for you," ex-
plained the gallant commander. "We were to make
a short trial cruise of eighteen or twenty miles at
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about this time, and as the water is smooth to-day
I thought you would enjoy the excursion/'
It is needless to say that after the first sensation
of fear the guests were delighted, and even the timid
nurses soon stood on the quarter-deck, surveying the
scene and drinking in the cool sea-breeze with quiet
happiness.
On a platform just in front of them was a six-
pounder rifle, fairly dazzling their eyes, so beautifully
was it polished. Behind them was a screen, shelter-
ing the "after steering position."
Farther forward were the great "nostrils" of the
boat, the torpedo-tubes, and alongside them was a
hatch which led to the chief petty-officers' mess-
room — a very small apartment, clean and shining
with constant scrubbing. No one can appreciate
neatness better than a hospital nurse, and Hana
and her friends were loud in their praises of the
condition of these hidden niches in the vessel.
Going farther forward and looking down another
hatch they saw the ship's cook in his galley, hard
at work preparing dinner. Here also was a dynamo
for supplying electricity for the search-light, which
was placed between the engine-room hatches on
deck.
"How many men are there on board, Captain?"
asked the surgeon.
"Our complement is fifty-two," replied Oto.
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"How can they ever find room to sleep!" ex-
claimed Hana.
"Well, there 's not much room to spare," laughed
the commander, who seemed very happy. "Some
sling their hammocks and others sleep on the
lockers. We shall seldom take a long cruise, like
those of the larger ships. Here is a collapsible
boat," he added. "We have two, you see, one
each side. They are hoisted out by that derrick on
the mast, and if we had to abandon ship they would
take seventeen men each, as well as provisions and
water."
"What is this deck covered with, sir? "
"A kind of linoleum. It is found to answer our
purpose much better than wood, and is used also in
regular torpedo boats. Here, by the way, are our
two six-pounder guns : these and the twelve-pounder
up there constitute our bow fire, to be used when
we are in chase of an enemy."
O-Hana-San shuddered, but said nothing.
"How large is this ship?" enquired the medical
man, who was bent on acquiring statistics.
"About two hundred feet long, and twenty feet
beam. She draws about six. Here is our conning-
tower, with half-inch steel armour on it. We can
steer from here, and in bad weather we have to, as
one would be washed off the bridge."
The diminutive Japanese ladies peered inside.
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There was just room for two people to stand up, in
the tower, and it was fitted with a compass, steering-
wheel, telegraph to the engine-room, and voice-
pipes to the torpedo tubes and various other parts
of the ship.
"Only half an inch thick? " queried the surgeon,
examining the armour plates. "How thick, then,
is the ship's side?"
"Oh," said Oto, with a smile, "about an eighth of
an inch. It 's just as good as a foot, unless a shell
strikes it. Will you step down here?" he added,
leading the way to a lower deck.
The surgeon and the ladies tiptoed daintily down
the short ladder, and found themselves in a long,
low-ceiled room, with a table running along the
centre, fore-and-aft, and two rows of lockers along
the sides.
4 ' This is the mess-deck of the sailors — the 'Jackies,'
Americans call them," explained the commander,
who of course, like every one else on board, spoke
only in Japanese. "We are now under the turtle-
backed forecastle-deck, you see."
A few men were down here, one stitching canvas,
another mending his clothes, one writing a letter,
and one stretched out, fast asleep.
"About twenty men live down here," added Oto.
"These are their hammocks, and that is the capstan
engine." He pointed above his head as he spoke.
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"There are storerooms under our feet," he con-
tinued, "where we keep the explosive war-heads
for the torpedoes. We have two eighteen-inch
torpedoes carried, without the heads, in the tubes
themselves. Now, shall we go up to the fore-
bridge?"
The surgeon, who had gazed with something of
dismay at the deck which concealed such terrible
munitions, mounted the ladder with alacrity, fol-
lowed by his wife and her friends.
All five now stood beside the great twelve-
pounder. The Kushiro was well out of the harbour
and standing directly toward the Chinese coast.
To the north-east the mountains of Korea could be
dimly discerned, like blue shadows on the horizon.
The ship was moving so smoothly through the
water that it seemed impossible that she was
slipping along at the rate of nearly twenty-four
knots an hour, as the quartermaster stated, in reply
to a question from Oto. The only indication of
her speed was the fountain of spray rising at the
sharp, straight stern, and sparkling with rainbow
hues in the flashing sunshine.
At this moment a petty officer approached the
commander, touched his cap, and said something
which the others did not hear. Oto caught up a
pair of binoculars and peered intently through them
at a low line of smoke ahead and a little to the
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north of the Kuskiro's course. After a moment he
put down the glasses.
"Port half a point," he said quietly.
"Port half a point, sir," repeated the quarter-
master.
After a minute, "Steady! "
"Steady, sir."
"I think it is an American war-ship," remarked
Oto pleasantly, turning to his guests. "We shall
run down near her, that you may see how the
foreigner looks. I — I am quite familiar with the
American ships myself."
The commander and O-Hana-San exchanged a
swift glance of understanding, but no further allu-
sion was made to Oto Owari's former experience,
of which the little Red-Cross nurse was well aware.
"Ah," exclaimed the surgeon, drawing a long
breath of delight as he looked out over the sparkling
waters of the Yellow Sea, * ' I could almost wish to
change places with you, Captain ! This is delicious,
after the atmosphere of the hospital, the sound of
groans, the odour of antiseptics and anaesthetics!
I do not wonder that you chose the navy for your
calling."
"Well, well," said Oto, with his gentle laugh,
" it does seem pleasant now, especially [here he
bowed gracefully] in such exalted society. But
come out on a cold, wet night in January, when a
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heavy sea is running, and you have to hang on to
the rails of the twelve-pounder, here, to prevent
yourself being carried off your feet ; when the waves
come pouring over the turtle-back and flood the
upper deck; when your 're soaked to the skin,
and shivering, and thinking of — of [he glanced at
Blossom] thousands on shore, snug and warm and
fast asleep ; when the blinding spray and sleet are
lashing your face like whipcord, so you can hardly
open your eyes to see the lights of the vessel you
are watching ahead ; and when everything down be-
low in the wardroom is sliding about on the deck —
well, I think a comfortable, dry room in the hospi-
tal would seem rather more attractive than the
bridge of the Kushiro / ' '
The girls smiled at his eloquence, but O-Hana-
San looked troubled, and her slim brown hand
shook a little as she turned to accept her old friend's
invitation to inspect the engine-room.
"I 'm sorry," said Oto, "that we 're going only
two hundred and eighty revolutions now. You
should see them at three hundred and fifty, with
forced draft ! ' '
The engine-room was hot and oily, and not even
the fascinating sight of the bright steel rods flashing
up and down and the cranks whirring at the rate of
four revolutions a second — a mere mist of metal —
could long detain the party. They were rather
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glad, it must be confessed, when a hail from the
deck sent the commander flying up the ladder and
the rest could follow, holding their garments care-
fully aloof from the glistening metal work.
On their reaching the deck a glorious sight met
their gaze. About half a mile away was a war-ship,
white as snow, coming toward them. The beauti-
ful stars and stripes blew out over her taffrail, and
a string of flags fluttered from her yard-arm. The
signalman was just sending up an answer on the
Kushiro.
"It is the United States gunboat Osprey" said
Commander Oto, with unusual excitement in his
voice, and a glow on his olive cheeks. ' ' We have
invited her commander to come on board, and he
has graciously consented to do so, although his
ship is of a larger class than mine, knowing that a
Japanese officer is forbidden to leave his ship at sea,
on any pretence, in war time. See, they are lower-
ing a boat ! ' '
The Kushiro had already stopped her engines,
and the Osprey, which had slowed down several
minutes before, now followed her example. The
two vessels slowly approached each other until they
were but a few hundred yards apart.
A boat was now seen leaving the American, and
the destroyer's side was manned by jackies to
receive the visitor with naval honours. In five
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minutes the boat was alongside, and Dave Rexdale
sprang up the steps to the deck of the Kushiro.
Oto was awaiting him, and with a smile that showed
the flash of his dark eyes and white teeth, held out
his hand to the American officer.
"Welcome, sir," he said, in good English. "I
am glad to see you again, and on the deck of my
own ship."
Dave stared a moment, then darted forward and
wrung the hand of the elegantly uniformed com-
mander, in whom he recognised his former steward.
"Oto!" he exclaimed.
"Commander Oto Owari, of His Imperial Ma-
jesty's Navy," said the Japanese, returning the
other's cordial grasp. "Permit me to present you
to these ladies, who do not speak English, but for
whom and yourself I shall be glad to act as inter-
preter."
Well, Commander Rexdale made his most gallant
speeches to the blushing little nurses, who in turn
murmured their earnest desire to break their bones
and knock their heads abjectly in his august pres-
ence. Introduction to the surgeon and the officers
of the ship followed.
"I had my suspicions, when you pointed that
gun," laughed Dave, turning again to Oto. "And
when the torpedo-boat carried you off so neatly ' '
But here Oto interrupted with a significant glance
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toward his subordinates, showing that he did not
care to have all the events of that voyage made
public.
With true Japanese hospitality he begged Rex-
dale to remain and join the party at luncheon; but
Dave could not leave his own ship so long, and after
a few minutes' conversation was obliged to leave.
He explained that the Osprey had been docked at
Cavite during the winter ; then detailed to her old
station as guardship at Chemulpo, whence she was
now on her way to Shanghai.
"I suppose you heard this morning's news?" he
said carelessly, as he stepped to the gangway.
"What news?" asked Oto, with a keen look.
"Rojestvensky's ships have been sighted, about
half-way between Chagos and Singapore, steaming
east at full speed," said Dave, in a lower tone. "It
looks as if he were going to try the Strait of Ma-
lacca. Forty-two vessels reported, including trans-
ports and colliers. Good-bye! "
The blue-jackets of the Kushiro, at the instigation
of her executive, gave the departing visitors three
cheers as the men let fall their oars. Sam Bolles
and Dick Scupp, who happened to be in the boat's
crew, stared, with open mouths, at the Japanese
commander, who nodded to them in a friendly way.
A few minutes later the foam gathered under the
Osprey' s bows as she bore off toward China, and the
ON BOARD THE " KUSHIRO". 2?$
Kushiro, making a graceful turn, headed toward
Nagasaki, both vessels dipping their colours in
salute.
The news which he had heard affected Oto deeply,
but he let no sign of his emotions appear to dimin-
ish his courteous hospitality to his guests. They
dined in the officers' mess-room, the captain's cabin
being too small for the purpose. Everything passed
off happily and gaily.
"Going into the harbour, sir," reported a boat-
swain to the commander, as the repast was finished.
In a few minutes the Kushiro approached her
dock and made a near landing. Oto bade the visit-
ors farewell. O-Hana-San, drawn by something in
his dark eyes, lingered just a moment, as he took
her hand in his own.
"When you hear from me again," he whispered,
"I shall have been in action. The Russian fleet is
close at hand, and we may be ordered south before
morning. Farewell, O-Hana-San !"
"Oto! Oto! Sayonara! "
CHAPTER XXIII.
TRAPPED IN MANCHURIA.
A LESS energetic and determined individual
than Mr. Frederic Larkin might well have
felt discouraged when, successively fired upon by
the Japanese and rejected by the Russians, he was
thrust out of Port Arthur and landed in Chefoo.
His pass from the War Office at Tokio had been
taken from him when he first entered Port Arthur,
and had not been returned. To present himself
again at General Stoessel's headquarters was out of
the question, even if the means were possible.
"The balloon route seems to be indefinitely sus-
pended," mused Fred, as he rested on the hotel
verandah in the Chinese city, "and without much
doubt I should be definitely suspended — by the
neck — if the Russians caught me a third time inside
the fortress. No, there 's no use in wasting time
(and a good, serviceable neck) in trying to carry out
home orders. I '11 cable the Bulletin and ask for
instructions."
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This he did at once, and the answer arrived before
night, from the editor of that enterprising sheet:
" Get new pass. Join Japanese army at front. Re-
main till ordered home. No more balloon ! "
Fred laughed -as he crumpled the dispatch and
thrust it into his pocket. With characteristic energy
he obtained passage on a vessel chartered for Naga-
saki, and within a week was on his way back to
Manchuria with brand-new credentials from Tokio.
Landing at Antung, at the head of the Korean
bay, he engaged a man and a couple of ponies to
take him and his baggage to the Japanese advanced
lines, north of Liaoyang. This was in late Febru-
ary, 1905, when the ground was frozen hard and
snow lay deep in the valleys and over the ice-bound
streams of Manchuria.
It will shortly be seen that for once the reporter's
energy proved his undoing, so far as active service
at the front was concerned.
It was a bright, cold morning when he mounted
his pony, after many provoking delays and setbacks
from the local military authorities, and rejoiced to
feel that he was really on his way northward. Kan-
uka, the guide and porter, strode along the path in
advance, leading the pack pony, while Fred fol-
lowed on the other little beast, whose bad temper
was out of all proportion to his size.
Kanuka appeared to be a Chinaman who spoke,
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besides his own language — a Manchurian dialect — a
very broken sort of English and Japanese. Larkin
had not liked his looks, but time was precious and
he hoped to get rid of the man after three or four
days at the utmost. Kanuka was under-sized, and
had a droop of the head which gave his eyes a sort
of malevolent expression as he peered upward,
under his shaggy brows. He stooped slightly, was
sallow-faced, and, oddly enough, had grizzled, curly
hair and a full black beard, like a Russian. He was
in reality, as Fred afterward learned, a native of
Eastern Siberia, though he dressed like a Chinaman
and spoke like a Manchurian.
For a while the little train proceeded in silence,
broken only by the snorting, kicking ponies and
the harsh, guttural expletives of the guide, who
belaboured them with his cudgel until Fred checked
him.
"These ponies must last four days, my friend,"
he sung out. "If you keep up your style of cor-
rection there won't be more than two hoofs and an
ear left by the time we reach Liaoyang. ' '
Kanuka muttered something Larkin could not
understand, and pointed to a low line of clouds in
the west.
"What does that mean— storm? "
The man nodded.
"H'm. What 's the nearest large town? "
TRAPPED IN MANCHURIA.
" Feng-Weng-Chang. "
"That 's too far. There must be something
nearer than that ! ' '
Kanuka nodded again and made a gesture toward
the north. "Good place to stop, near Yalu."
"Near the Yalu? But that 's off our route, old
chap. I guess we '11 push on toward Feng-Weng-
Chang. There must be some villages along the
road."
The guide stolidly turned and plodded on with-
out another word save a native oath or two ad-
dressed to the pony, which responded with a squeal
and a sidewise kick with one hind-foot.
The clouds rose rapidly, and the cold grew more
intense. The sky was now entirely covered, and a
biting wind swept down through the valley of the
Yalu. At noon Fred called a halt in the shelter of
a clump of trees, and a hasty meal was prepared
over a small fire, while the horses were given food
and drink. The guide remained sullen and taciturn,
but performed his duties well. Fred had a belt
around his waist filled with gold pieces, as well as a
pocket full of change.
"Look here, Kanuka," he said, as the cavalcade
resumed their march, "you bring me to a house
where we can be decently comfortable for to-night,
and I '11 hand you ten yen, in addition to your
regular pay. See? "
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The man shrugged his shoulders under his shaggy
sheepskin cloak and pointed up to the sky.
"Snow soon," he said gruffly. "House that
way" ; and again he indicated the north.
"Well, we may have to come to it, but I don't
want to go a foot off the main trail if I can help
it. There are too many loose characters floating
about these regions to make the country healthy
for foreigners, away from the military roads — eh,
Kanuka?"
A gleam came into the guide's dark eye, but
passed like a flash. He only shrugged his shoulders
again, and resumed the weary tramp along the
frozen path.
Now a snow-flake floated downward and alighted
on Fred's coat-sleeve. He surveyed it with interest.
"Kanuka," he observed, '" you 're a genius.
You 'd be a valuable aid to General Greely, over in
my country, forecasting weather. The snow has
arrived — a 'local area' of it, anyway. How long
do you suppose it will last?"
"Two days."
"Whew! It 's a poor lookout for equestrian
excursions to the rural districts ! Here it comes, in
dead earnest ! ' '
A gust of wind rushed down from the mountains,
and in a minute the air was full of fine drift which
stung the faces of men and horses like needles.
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The ponies whirled round and it was only by the
utmost efforts of the rider and his attendant that
they were forced to go on.
The landscape was now almost entirely lost to
view. All Fred .took note of was the snowy mane
of his pony and the bowed back of the guide, urg-
ing the pack-horse up the path, which had of late
grown much rougher and steeper. Hour after hour
passed. Fred, buffeted by the blast and half-
frozen as he crouched on the saddle, suddenly real-
ised that it was growing darker. Night was falling.
The new snow was now over the horses' fetlocks,
and in places the drifts were nearly to the stirrups.
"Where are we, Kanuka?"
"Not far from Yalu. See — good house ahead! "
Fred wiped the frozen snow from his eyelashes
and peered over the horse's head. Sure enough,
there was the welcome sight of a light, gleaming
hospitably through the gathering darkness.
"Good! " he ejaculated with stiff lips, under his
icy moustache. "I thought we should find some-
body living on this old Feng-Weng turnpike."
"This Yalu road," said the guide.
"What, have we left the main trail?"
"Two hours ago. No good to keep same road.
All go sleep there — no wake up." The man had
to shout to make himself heard above the roar of
the storm.
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Fred did not like this independent change of
route, but going back was out of the question, and
he was too cold to argue, with fire, shelter, and
food close at hand.
" All right," he said briefly. "Keep on. We '11
talk it over afterward."
Ten minutes later Kanuka halted before the door
of a rude hut, which communicated with two or
three small wings or out-houses. It was built of
mud and rough stones and thatched with straw.
There were several houses similar in character farther
down the road. The little settlement was in a shel-
tered nook between two high hills, which, as the
valley ran east and west, protected the huts, or
hovels as they might well be called, from the full
force of the gale.
Kanuka knocked at the door with his club, but it
was some time before it was opened, although the
light burning within, shining through the small
window, showed that the occupants were awake.
The guide was redoubling his blows and shouting
in his own language, when the door swung inward,
and an old woman appeared in the opening. A low
colloquy ensued, and then Kanuka turned to his
employer.
"She says we may spend the night here," he
said, in better English than he had yet used. "Go
you in and get warm, sir. I will care for horses."
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With some difficulty Fred dismounted and
stumbled in at the open doorway. He found
himself in a small low-browed room, so filled with
smoke that his eyes tingled, and so dirty that, hard-
ened traveller as he was, he hesitated for a moment
before removing his heavy coat.
The aged crone paid no further attention to her
visitor, but resumed her preparations for the even-
ing meal, which had been interrupted by Fred's
appearance on the scene. There was a broad, irreg-
ular fireplace on one side of the room, and here a fire
was blazing, with a black pot, from which rose a
not unsavoury steam, suspended over the flames.
Mumbling to herself, the mistress of the hut — for
such she seemed to be — occupied herself in stirring
the contents of the pot, and in dragging a small
wooden table to the centre of the floor, which, like
the table, the chairs, the walls, and the old woman
herself, was grimy and redolent of filth.
Accustomed to adapt himself to all sorts of
strange surroundings the reporter now removed
his outer garments, and approached the fire with a
propitiatory word to the woman ; but she responded
merely by pointing impatiently to a bench, and
turning her back upon him. Nothing daunted Fred
drew the bench nearer the fireplace and proceeded
to thaw out his benumbed fingers with every out-
ward appearance of content and satisfaction. To
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please himself rather than his hostess, who he knew
could not understand a word he spoke, he con-
tinued to soliloquise aloud.
"You are not very sociable, ma'am," he said
cheerfully, spreading out his hands to the blaze,
"but actions speak louder than words, and the
prospect of that 'boiled dinner' in the kettle fully
compensates me for the lack of conventional atten-
tions. Permit me! "
He saw that she was about to lift the pot from
the fire, and stepping in front of her he proceeded
to relieve her of the task, to which, in truth,
with her bent and aged form, she hardly seemed
equal.
A minute later the contents of the pot were
heaped in a large wooden platter on the table. At
this interesting point Kanuka entered from a rear
door, stamping off the snow, and took his place on
the bench beside Fred.
"Don't apologise, brother," said the latter, with
perfect good-humour. "In great emergencies all
men are free and equal — as they were born. See
Constitution of the United States of America, line
3. Suppose we draw this seat up to the board,
which groans with the delicacies of the season ? ' '
Kanuka assented with a grunt, and, their hostess
having supplied each with a large wooden spoon,
they proceeded to eat from the dish; the "deli-
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cacies" being found to consist of rice, with some
other unknown vegetables and bits of boiled beef.
There was but little said during the meal. The
two natives ate in silence, and Fred was too much
occupied in avoiding doubtful ingredients, in his
own share of the common mess of reeking food, to
put any unusual strain upon his conversational
powers. The withered crone now produced a flask
of vodka, which Fred at first refused, but of which
the others partook freely. The effect of the liquor
was to loosen their tongues somewhat, and they con-
versed with each other in low gutturals. Presently
the woman took the vodka flask and left the room,
returning shortly with a mug full of liquor, which
she again proffered her guest.
"She has mixed it with snow/* interpreted Kan-
uka, as she urged it upon him. "It is weak and
will not hurt you."
Not to seem discourteous Fred drank a little, but
soon drew back from the table.
"I 'm not thirsty, Kanuka," said he, "but I am
tired and sleepy. Are the animals provided for? "
Kanuka nodded. "Warm, and supplied with
food."
"And my packs?"
"They are in the out-house."
"Very well; I '11 go to sleep, if the lady of the
house will point out my bedroom."
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Kanuka spoke to the woman, who withdrew for a
moment. She came back with two skins, one of a
reindeer and the other a shaggy pelt which Fred
did not recognise. She threw these down in a
corner of the room, opposite the fire.
"There is your bed," said the guide. "Sleep
well."
"Same to you," said Fred, yawning. "Good-
night, ma'am! "
"Neither of the Manchurians paid the slightest
attention to him as he spread the rugs and stretched
himself at full length between them. The wind
roared around the little hut, and he could hear the
snow beating against its sides. Before long Kanuka
and the woman left him alone, having carefully
covered the coals of fire with ashes, just as he had
often seen his grandmother cover them in his New
England home. Thinking about that home, and
listening to the storm, he was soon sound asleep.
The travel-worn correspondent had a curious
dream. He thought he was back on the old farm in
Brookfield hoeing corn. There was snow between
the hills, and instead of drawing up warm, brown
earth around the six-inch blades of corn, he packed
them nicely in snow, shivering as he did so. There
were icicles on his hoe and he could hardly have
kept at work had he not been aided by two Man-
churian ponies who pawed the snow toward the
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hills, and asked him to hurry, for a balloon was
coming for them at precisely four o'clock. He was
by no means surprised to hear them speak, espe-
cially as one of them was dressed in a ragged gown
and the other in * sheepskin cloak.
"What time is it?" asked the old-woman pony
sharply. He was too cold to look, and both ponies
started to fumble at his watch-guard with their
hoofs. Their eyes flashed fire. He began to be
afraid, and made a tremendous effort to push them
back, but he could not move a finger. With a cry
of terror he awoke.
Awoke to find himself bound, hand and foot,
with the light of the greasy lamp shining in his
face. The old hag was stooping over him and
drawing his watch from his pocket. By the dim
light in the room he saw half a dozen wild-looking
men standing around him. All were armed and
their bearded faces were wolfish. Kanuka knelt
beside him tying the last knot in the rope that
bound his ankles together. As he caught sight of
Fred's wide-open eyes fixed upon him he uttered
an exclamation and drew a long knife from his belt.
CHAPTER XXIV.
THE LITTLE FATHER.
A LTHOUGH the correspondent of the Bulletin
f* was not aware of the fact when he started on
his eventful journey northward, active hostilities
had already begun at the front. The two immense
armies, as we have seen, lay entrenched, facing each
other, in lines extending, nearly one hundred miles
from east to west, across the railroad south of
Moukden, the ancient capital of the Manchus.
While the Japanese had thrown up temporary
earthworks here and there, and of course had taken
advantage of the configuration of the ground to
secure their positions against surprise, as well as to
afford shelter for their troops against the inclemency
of the Manchurian winter, the Russians were far
more strongly fortified and were determined to hold
their ground. Railroad trains, running between
Moukden and Harbin, their great military base,
supplied them with constantly renewed stores of
ammunition, food, and clothing, and, moreover,
removed the sick and wounded from the front and
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filled their places with fresh recruits as fast as they
arrived from the west over the Trans-Siberian
route.
Such was the situation when Field Marshal
Oyama, having kept his vast armies under perfect
discipline all winter, and replaced the losses incurred
at Liaoyang, determined to move on the enemy,
who, refreshed and confident, awaited behind their
ramparts the advance of the Japanese.
Exactly the same tactics were employed as at
Liaoyang. The ends of the hundred-mile frontal
line struck heavily, and bent the Russian bar of
steel inward at both extremities. The attack began
on February 2oth, and four days later the Japanese
were in possession of a strong Russian position at
the village of Tsinketchen, far to the east of Mouk-
den. At the same time the Japanese left wing
began its march on Sinmintin, at the western end
of the line. The Russians, out-flanked, fell back.
The extremities of the two wings would doubtless
have been effectively reinforced had not the crafty
Oyama delivered a simultaneous assault upon the
very centre at Putiloff, or "Lone-Tree Hill," to use
the name that soon became familiar to newspaper
readers all over the globe. A furious artillery fire
was opened upon this hill by the Japanese. It was
taken and retaken. The scenes that had horri-
fied the world at Port Arthur and Liaoyang were
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repeated. Assault after assault was delivered, but
for a week the devoted band of Muscovites held
that little acre of ground on the hill-top, while
regiment after regiment of the soldiers of Nippon
melted away before the terrific fire from the fortress.
It was like wading up streams of molten lava, to
fight a volcano in full eruption. The Russians
were never driven from the hill by direct assault ;
but Kouropatkin, seeing his wings bent inward and
backward farther and farther, and his front once
more assuming the terrible horse-shoe shape, reluc-
tantly gave orders to his brave men to withdraw
from Putiloff and fall back on the line of the rail-
road.
In the division of the Japanese troops to whom
the capture of this hill — the keystone of Kouropat-
kin's arch — was assigned was the regiment in which
Oshima served. Thus far Oto's old friend had
seemed to bear a charmed life. He had fought in
battle after battle, but had received no wound of
any moment. His company had been decimated
again arid again, but the ranks had been filled and
the stern young captain still held his place in front,
as it wheeled into line when the regiment was called
upon for new duties.
Upon hearing the order to move upon Lone-Tree
Hill, the men set up a cheer. The officers burnished
their swords and stepped alertly to and fro, align-
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ing the ranks and glancing along the files to see
that every equipment was in order and every man
ready. This was in the early afternoon. It was
understood that the artillery would open upon the
hill batteries at sundown, and two hours later the
assault would be made.
Impatiently the compact mass of small brown
men waited for the word. The great siege guns,
brought with infinite labour from Port Arthur,
roared and thundered. Putiloff answered, and
shrapnel burst over the Japanese troops, who bur-
rowed as best they might in trenches and holes and
behind every hillock, while they hastily devoured
their scant field rations. The night came on,
dark and heavy. At last the welcome word was
received.
' ' Forward ! ' ' cried Oshima, brandishing his sword
so that it glittered in the flashes of the cannon.
The regiment hurled itself upon the slopes of the
hill, solid shot ploughing awful furrows through
their ranks. The survivors kept on, undaunted.
That night meant for them victory or a glorious
death. No one thought of retreat.
As he saw his men swept downward by the piti-
less hail of steel, Oshima lost all sense of danger, and
the old spirit of his Samurai ancestors blazed out.
"Strike! Strike! " he shouted to his men, spring-
ing in front of them as the broken line faltered for
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a moment. " Up the hill ! It is ours ! Banzai dai
Nippon! "
With the wild cheer of Japan upon his lips he
suddenly threw his arms aloft and fell headlong to
the ground. The column swept by and over him
in the darkness. Then two slightly wounded men
raised their captain, his hand still grasping his
sword, and tottered down the hill with him, stum-
bling over the bodies of the fallen.
Not far in the rear were Red-Cross workers, and
the silent figure of the brave officer was borne
swiftly to a hospital tent, where he partly regained
consciousness. He was shot through the body, and
the surgeons shook their heads as they examined
the wound. Still, there was a chance for his life,
and Oshima was despatched to the coast, the first
part of the way in an ambulance, then by railway.
At Antung he remained until the hospital ship was
ready to sail with its sad freight of torn, pierced,
and mangled soldiers. The staunch vessel — painted
white, with a broad green stripe along its hull, like
the sash of a military surgeon — conveyed him safely
to Hiroshima, where he was placed in a cot near an
eastern window. Kind hands ministered to him,
and gentle faces bent over him. As he recovered
full possession of his senses he saw one sweet face
that was familiar to him.
* ' Hana ! " he whispered. "O-Hana-San, is it you ? "
THE LITTLE FATHER. 2QI
Day after day the battle raged in Manchuria.
Shells began to fall in Moukden, and. in an hour the
city was a scene of ghastly confusion and panic.
Hospital trains, loaded to the doors with wounded
and dying, pulled out of the station, the groans and
shrieks of the sufferers mingling with the clank and
clatter of the iron wheels. Men and women rushed
to and fro in the muddy streets— for this was the
first week in March, and a few warm days had
turned snow and ice to mire, ankle deep — and
fought each other in a frenzied fear as they strug-
gled for places in carts and railway cars, with such
of their personal effects as they could carry in their
arms. Thieves and drunken soldiery looted shops
and private houses boldly.
It was rumoured that the awful Japanese line was
closing in on the north, and that the railroad would
be cut. This added to the panic. Dazed, mud-
stained, deafened with the roar of battle, half sense-
less with intoxication, thousands of stragglers and
camp-followers staggered through the city, joining
the mad rush. "To the north! To the north!"
was the one thought, the one wild cry. Emerging
from the densely populated town, the throng of
refugees fled up the valley. Wherever the defile
narrowed, the crowd crushed together, screaming,
pushing, fighting their way on ; through back alleys
of little villages on the route; along the railroad
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track, separating to allow a train to roar through
their midst, shaking frenzied fists at it as it passed
and left them behind ; flinging away food, clothing,
household treasures to which they had thus far
clung mechanically; shouted at by retreating bat-
talions whose progress they blocked, and cursed by
artillery-men as the horses sprang forward over the
clogged and miry road, or crashed through the low
willows and over mud-walls surrounding the hovels
of the natives; still on and on, through the black
night and the chill grey dawn, the frantic multi-
tude streamed northward toward Harbin and
safety.
At Tie Pass there was a halt. Here Kouropatkin
made a desperate attempt to stand, and did succeed
in checking the enemy until the shattered Russian
forces could reunite in the semblance of a disci-
plined army, while the wounded, and such stores and
guns as had been saved from the disastrous defeat,
were sent northward. Then the army fell sullenly
back, a few versts each day, repulsing the attacks
of the exhausted Japanese. These attacks dimin-
ished in number and force, until Kouropatkin could
breathe more freely and even consider establishing
a new line of permanent defence. Before, however,
he could reorganise his troops or lay out a single
line of fortifications a despatch flashed over the
wires from St. Petersburg removing him from the
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supreme command of the army and appointing
General Linevitch, his former subordinate, in his
place.
Like a brave and generous soldier he not only
laid down his command without a word of pro-
test, but at once petitioned for and obtained per-
mission to serve under Linevitch. Truly, the
" Little Father* ' had reason to be proud of his
children !
But the Czar of all the Russias, in his white
palace on the Neva, had cares beyond even those
which gathered, bat-winged, around the prospects
of his army in the Far East. Throughout his vast
realm, from the Caucasus to the Baltic, from Sebas-
topol to the Arctic Seas, in the remote provinces
and at the very gates of his palace, signs multiplied
that a long-dreaded event was coming to pass : the
Russian peasant was awakening ! Aroused by pro-
clamations of Nihilists, by sermons and appeals
from religious leaders, by stinging words from such
patriots as Tolstoi and Gorky, the peasant stirred
in his long sleep, he smiled in his stupid, good-
humoured, harmless way; he grew graver as the
import of the fiery words that were borne on every
breeze penetrated his dull brain. Cruelty — oppres-
sion— injustice — could it be true? Nay, the Little
Father would put it all right. They would tell
him about it; they would go to him with these
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wrongs as a little child kneels at his bedside and
prays sleepily and trustfully, to his Father in
Heaven ; and he, the Ruler of all the Russias, the
White Czar, the father of his people, would listen
and would hear their prayer and grant relief, if relief
were needed.
A great throng of such peasants, headed by a
priest, flocked to the city, asking, poor, bewildered
souls, to see the Czar, and to be allowed to pray to
him. They were rebuffed and roughly ordered
back by men with glistening bayonets. Then, still
childlike and foolish, they actually tried to force
their way to their father's house, believing that
although his minions might use them rudely, he,
whom they loved with all their big, ignorant, de-
voted hearts, would suffer them to come unto him,
and forbid them not.
Another surge forward, over the paved street, to
the fatal bridge. ' * Halt ! Disperse ! ' '
They would not. Their priest leader held his
cross aloft and waved them on.
Then it came — a rattling crash like the near thun-
der close upon the lightning. Shrieks and moans
of dying men and children. Another volley, and
another. And the Little Father was so near — could
he not hear them?
The people fled from the cruel streets, the red
pavement, the hoofs of the war-horses and the flash-
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ing sabres of their riders. Back, in a helpless,
frightened throng, to the open country, as the fugi-
tives fled from Moukden. But the fierce enemy
that was behind them was no foreign foe, thirsting
for their lives. It was their Little Father !
Did the young, black-bearded Czar think of all
this, as he sat in his gorgeously draped throne room
in the palace? Did his cheeks blanch and his lips
quiver at the distant sound of musketry in the
streets of St. Petersburg? Who can tell? Only He
who knoweth all hearts and whose love holds both
Czar and peasant.
While Russia was thus torn with internal troubles,
the situation in the East grew daily more threaten-
ing. The danger was now apparent to all. At
Harbin the great railway forks, one branch going
southward to Port Arthur, and the other continuing
eastward to Vladivostock. If the Japanese, push-
ing northward with their victorious hosts, could cut
the line east of Harbin Junction, Russia's one port,
her last hope of sea power on the North Pacific,
would be at the mercy of the Japanese.
Despatches were sent to Rojestvensky to hurry
his ships to the scene of war. Two squadrons were
already united under his command. A third was
on its way through the Mediterranean, and shortly
afterward rendezvoused at Jiboutil, near Aden, at
the southern end of the Red Sea. This third
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squadron was also ordered to proceed eastward
across the Indian Ocean at full speed, and over-
take the Baltic fleet if possible. Early in April
Rojestvensky's ships were sighted off Acheen, at
the extreme north-western point of Sumatra.
CHAPTER XXV.
LARKIN RETIRES FROM BUSINESS.
WHEN Fred Larkin grasped the full signifi-
cance of the situation in which he found
himself, on awaking in the Manchurian hut, he felt
that he was nearer death than ever before in all his
hardy, adventurous life. At Santiago, indeed, he
had thought himself led out to execution, but this
had proved to be a mistake. The Spaniards were
but conducting him, under a flag of truce, to the
American lines, where he was exchanged for a
prisoner of war, one of their own countrymen. In
this lonely hovel, in one of the remotest and dreari-
est districts of Manchuria, cut off from all hope of
help, not only by the leagues that lay between him
and the travelled road to Feng-Weng-Chang, but
by the storm which now shook the hut with its
fierce blasts; surrounded by lawless men who
thirsted for gold and cared not a whiff from their
pipes for a human life; trapped by the cunning
guide, and completely at the mercy of his wolfish
captors as he lay before them pinioned hand and
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foot ; he realised in a swift flash of thought that he
could be saved by little short of a miracle. Still he
would try. He was not a man to give up while the
faintest shred of hope remained.
"What do you want, Kanuka? " he asked quietly,
looking his treacherous guide straight in the eye.
The villain hesitated, and Fred knew his life hung
by a hair. The blade did not fall.
"We want everything you have, everything!"
said Kanuka. "If you resist we kill you."
"You would gain nothing by that," said the
prisoner. "I am perfectly helpless. Who are —
your friends? "
"They are not my friends; they are my men. If
I lift my finger to them, you are dead. Is it not
so?" he added, turning to the motley crew and
speaking in his own tongue.
A low snarl went round the circle, and they
showed their teeth. They drew still nearer, and
fingered the hafts of their knives, which Fred could
see sticking in their girdles. Two of the men car-
ried guns. One of the band, younger than the rest,
seemed to have no weapons, and remained in the
background. The old woman had succeeded in
getting possession of the watch and dangled it so
that the light shone upon it.
"I don't doubt your word, Kanuka," observed
Fred in the same calm, even tones. "Those fol-
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lowers of yours seem quite willing to finish up the
job. But you know better than that. You are an
intelligent man."
The guide could not conceal a gratified expres-
sion, and drew himself up a little.
" You know," continued the reporter, "that if I
should be killed there would be a hue and cry after
the American war correspondent. The newspaper
I represent would spend a fortune in hunting down
every man that took part in the murder. Very
likely the United States Government would take
the matter up, and you would be caught and exe-
cuted, every man of you, at Pekin, if it took ten
years. Probably you remember what happened to
the men that put two or three American mission-
aries to death, a few years ago? Yes, I thought so.
And the Chinese method of execution is so very
unpleasant, in such cases! "
Kanuka stood erect, motioned back his men, and
gnawed his moustache, frowning irresolutely.
"You joke! " said he, with a meaning gesture of
his knife.
"Joke? Not a bit of it. I never felt less like
joking," said Fred honestly. "I want to get out
of this scrape alive, and to do that, I must save
you. If I die, you die, and the old lady and your
hopeful crowd there, as sure as fate. Pekin never
lets an international offence go; and if Pekin would,
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Washington would n't. You know that as well as
I do."
"What you propose? " asked the chief.
"Well, as I said, I can't help your taking all my
worldly goods," said the reporter. "The next
thing is to get rid of me without imperilling your
own head — or limbs," he added significantly. The
bandit shuddered in spite of himself. He had wit-
nessed the execution of a Boxer murderer,- near
Pekin. Fred went on: "I would suggest that as
soon as the storm will permit you to move — I as-
sure you I am ready to take considerable risk on
the road — you take me, blindfolded if you wish, to
some point from which I can strike out for the
settlements. You, meanwhile, with your men,
could make tracks for parts unknown — of which
there happens to be a good supply within easy
reach of this forsaken hole. ' '
"You would inform on us," growled the ex-guide.
"We should have Japanese police on our trail in
twenty-four hours."
"I would give you my word of honour "
The rascal shrugged his shoulders. "I would not
trust you. You newspaper men tell what stories
you like."
Fred flushed, and felt an overpowering desire to
plant one good blow between the man's sulky,
sneering eyes.
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"Oh, well," he said, "settle it yourself. You
asked my advice and I 've given it. When the
Chinese authorities are getting ready to deal with
you, don't blame me, that 's all."
Kanuka turned 'to his men and talked to them
rapidly and in low tones. So far as Fred could
judge, the old crone and the youngest of the ban-
dits, who, he afterward learned, was her son, were
advocating his liberation. The rest clamoured for
blood. The chief seemed undecided, and fingered
his knife nervously. At last he spoke to his follow-
ers sharply, with an abrupt gesture of dismissal.
To Fred's relief they all filed out, leaving him alone
with the chief.
"They think it would be foolish to let you go,"
said the latter. "Dead men tell no tales. But
they are beasts — pooh ! As you say, I am an intel-
ligent man. You shall not die to-night. In the
morning we shall see. "
He knelt again beside his prisoner and rummaged
his pockets thoroughly, drawing out their contents
and surveying them by the light of the lamp. The
papers he threw contemptuously into the fireplace;
the silver change and small articles he thrust into
his own pouch. Fortunately Fred had taken a
purse containing about fifty dollars worth of gold
pieces, to use on his trip. To the Manchurian this
was an enormous sum of money, and it did not
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occur to him to examine his captive's belt, which
contained a much larger amount.
''Look here, old chap," said Fred, as Kanuka rose
to his feet with his plunder, "ease up these ropes
a little, will you? They cut me, and I want to
sleep."
The man gave a contemptuous grunt, and, be-
stowing a kick on the helpless prisoner, retired
without a word. Again Fred's blood boiled, but
he realised his utter helplessness, and lay quietly,
trying to concoct some plan for escape, or for
action, on the following day.
It was evident that he had fallen into the hands
of that dangerous and as yet only partly understood
power, the Boxer element of north-eastern China.
In 1901 these bandits, or highwaymen, — for such
they really were, and are — terrorised a district ex-
tending from Newchwang to Kirin. Their opera-
tions were so systematic and successful that Chinese
as well as foreign merchants finally had come to
recognise their authority, and it is said that an office
was actually established in the port of Newchwang
where persons desiring to import goods might secure
insurance against molestation from the robbers.
When the insurance was paid for, the bandit agent
gave the merchant a document and a little flag, and
with this document in his possession, and the flag
nailed to his cart or boat, he travelled in safety.
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As soon as the real Boxer movement was disposed
of by the Powers, and by China herself, the Rus-
sians undertook the suppression of this systematic
brigandage, by which some thousands of outlaws
were living in insolent security. Moukden was
garrisoned with twelve thousand soldiers, and troops
took the field against the robbers. In less than six
weeks three thousand bandits were killed and nearly
as many captured. The remainder scattered and
fled to the fastnesses of the mountains, where they
were hunted like wild beasts. As an organised
force, they were, indeed, "suppressed"; but strong
gangs of criminals escaped, and during the early
months of the Japanese war they gained courage
and assumed their unlawful calling with something
of their former boldness.
Fred knew all this — he had followed the recent
history of China carefully— and he had no doubt
whatever that he had fallen into the hands of one
of the scattered bands of this still powerful organisa-
tion. He knew, moreover, that a more daring and
remorseless set of men never gained their living by
highway robbery than these same bandits, through
whose agent, Kanuka, they had so cleverly en-
trapped him.
Revolving these things in his mind and trying to
concoct some sort of plan for escape, the reporter
at last fell asleep from sheer exhaustion, in spite of
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the pain caused by his bonds, and the presence of
two bandits who had remained to watch the prisoner.
When he awoke it was broad daylight. The mis-
tress of the hut was occupied in preparing another
seething mess over the fire, exactly as she had been
when he entered the hut. Fred felt lame and sore
from head to foot, and soon discovered, moreover,
that he had taken a severe cold. He was hot and
feverish, and had a weak longing for his mother's
cool, soft hands upon his burning forehead.
The old hag presently lifted the pot from the
fire, groaning as she did so.
"I wish I could help you, ma'am," said Fred,
trying to assume a cheerful tone, "but 'circum-
stances over which I have no control,' you know! "
She seemed to gather the import of his words —
perhaps remembering his courteous assistance on
the preceding night — and dishing out a portion of
the nauseous mess offered it to him. When she
saw that he was so tightly bound that he could not
help himself to food she uttered an exclamation in
which he recognised the first hint of pity among his
captors. Looking over her shoulder with evident
apprehension, she freed his right arm, and when he
indicated with a feeble smile and shake of his head
that it was benumbed, she rubbed it with a not un-
womanly touch until he could use it and feed him-
self. Having forced down a little of the distasteful
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food, to avoid hurting her feelings, he lay back on
his couch and motioned to her to lay the rope
lightly over his arm, giving it its former appearance
of confinement. This she did at once, and not too
soon, for the whole gang of seven men, including
Kanuka, trooped in for their breakfast a minute later.
The storm continued through the day, and Fred
found his condition unchanged, save that he was
allowed to walk about the room a little, under
guard of three of the ugliest-looking of the bandits.
As night came on once more, his feverishness in-
creased. He felt faint and giddy. He had no
doubt that his drink was drugged the day before,
and it was quite possible that the process — though
for what purpose he could not guess — was being
kept up. He was too feeble to care much what he
ate or drank. All he wanted was to be left alone.
At about midnight on the second night in the
hut, as the sick man was tossing on his filthy bed,
the inner door of the room opened softly, and the
woman appeared, shading the flame of the lamp
with her hand. Her son, who had been left on
guard, was standing silently by the window, gun in
hand. The aged crone now knelt beside Fred, and
noiselessly cast off the ropes, which had been tied
with less caution than at first, it being deemed im-
possible that the captive, weakened as he was, could
make his escape. Fred managed to gain his feet,
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and stood stiffly, half supported by the woman.
She led him to the outer door, which she opened.
The stars were shining, and it was bitter cold. The
young bandit now slipped around the corner of
the house and presently reappeared with one of the
ponies, upon which Fred managed to scramble.
The old woman gave the reporter a soft pat on the
back and whispered something to her son, who
stooped and kissed her! Then she went into the
house, wiping her eyes on her ragged skirt, and
leaving the two men outside, free.
Fred soon found that he could not sit upright in
the saddle without help, and the bandit, slinging
his gun over his back, put his arm around the rider
and so held him on, while the pony picked his way
down the mountain trail. In places the drifts made
the path almost impassable. The wind still swept
fiercely through the defile, although the night was
clear. Once the young robber stopped suddenly
and unslung his rifle; but the noise he had heard
was but that of a falling tree, and he resumed his
steady walk beside the pony.
How he survived that night Fred never knew.
It was a vague, horrible dream of snow and ice, of
piercing chills and fever heats, of monotonous plod-
ding through the snow, alternating with plunging
descents over rough ground, that seemed to jar him
to pieces, while every bone and muscle was a sepa-
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rate anguish. Still on and on, the guide saying
never a word.
Before dawn Fred dimly understood that they
had struck the main road to Wiju. Less snow had
fallen here, and their progress was more rapid.
Early in the forenoon the noise of wheels and loud
voices was heard on the path behind them.
Whether or not it was a band of pursuers he neither
knew nor cared. The world was one wide horror
of pain and glaring light and bursting misery of
head and limb.
The cavalcade in the rear overtook the rider. It
was a train of three ambulance carts returning from
the front with wounded Japanese. The guide spoke
briefly to the leader and Fred was lifted from his
horse with delicate brown hands as gentle as a
woman's, and was placed on a cot in one of the
wagons. The young bandit disappeared. Fred
never saw him again.
Four days later the editor-in-chief of the Bulletin
took up a bit of yellow paper and read: "Frederic
Larkin, Correspondent, sick in hospital at Hiro-
shima."
The chief smiled grimly as he laid down the cable
despatch.
"In one of his scrapes again!" he said, tossing
the paper over to his sub. "We shall have to
depend on the Associated for a while! "
CHAPTER XXVI.
"THE DESTINY OF AN EMPIRE."
ON the morning of the twenty-seventh of May a
light fog hung over the Yellow Sea and the
Straits of Korea. Gulls sailed in leisurely fashion
above the dull-green surface of the water, or dropped
with sudden scream as their keen eyes discerned
some floating scrap of food; but the supply was
scarce, for few ships had of late passed that way,
and the sea, ordinarily alive with junks and steamers
and modern sailing craft, was as deserted as some
far-off Polar bay which no adventurer's keel had yet
ploughed.
The gulls seemed uneasy, in spite of the desolate-
ness of the broad expanse of heaving swell. They
called to each other with warning cries as if some
hidden danger were near. What lay concealed be-
neath those fleecy folds of mist, which already
began to mellow to golden in the rays of the rising
sun, and to drift southward before the light breeze
which was springing up? What would be revealed
when the white curtain should lift?
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For many weeks, since the day when the Russian
fleet passed the Straits of Malacca and had been re-
ported from Singapore, the naval forces of Japan
had seemed hardly more than a myth. "Where is
Togo?" was the question on every lip. "Will he
proceed southward and meet the enemy in the
China Sea? Will he lie in wait for them between
Formosa and the mainland — that mine-strewn sea
where the fair Isles of the Fishermen, bristling with
fortifications, bait the open trap? Will he lure
them eastward, past the Philippines, to the Pacific,
and attack them there, or will Japan allow her
enemy to take refuge in her one port of Vladivo-
stock, there to be brought to bay and pulled down
as were her proud battle-ships and cruisers at Port
Arthur?
Back and forth under the sea flashed the ques-
tions and the appeals for news ; but Japan gave no
answer; her admiral was dumb. He and his ships
disappeared from view. Newspaper correspondents
burdened the cables with surmises, but no news.
Every naval expert had his opinion to give — at
space rates — but home editors and the great, wait-
ing, impatient public clamoured in vain for authen-
tic information.
At the War Office in Tokio a few men, small of
stature and suave in demeanour, bowed and smiled
as of old. They were gentle, courteous, mild, and
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inscrutable. They received and sent despatches
without a gleam of emotion in their dark faces.
They saw, in these despatches the North Pacific,
with each bay and port and headland, the ap-
proaching Muscovite enemy and the leashed fleet of
Japan, as a crystal-gazer holds a far-off scene in the
hollow of his hand. One day their smiles faded,
for a moment, and their eyes grew stern as they
dictated a new order. They were crushing an
empire.
In the Winter Palace of Tsarskoe-Selo a slightly
built young man with a dark beard and pale, irreso-
lute countenance paced the marble floor nervously.
He had seen his proudest fortress in the East re-
duced to submission ; his armies, whose watchword
had been, "Russia never withdraws," driven back,
beaten, overwhelmed by the soldiers of despised
Nippon ; his war-ships tortured by shot and shell,
by enemies upon the sea and beneath its waters;
and he had read report after report of their loss and
of the death of countless thousands of men, "at
the Czar's command." And now his new fleet,
brought together and built up at enormous expense,
but ill-manned and ill-managed, had all but finished
its long voyage, and had entered hostile seas.
Upon this fleet hung all his hope of retrieving the
disasters of the war. One great naval victory, and
Russia would be wild with joy. The past would be
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forgotten and the name of the Little Father once
more revered.
The Baltic fleet halted, for coal and provisions,
off the friendly port of Saigon, the leading city of
the French possessions in Lower China. Neboga-
toff, with a third squadron, was hurrying across the
Indian Ocean to join Rojestvensky, who now anx-
iously awaited his approach. The sympathies of
the French ports were but half concealed; the
needed supplies came in abundance. Japan calmly
but sternly remonstrated at this apparent breach
of neutrality, and France was obliged to warn the
Russians off her coast. Nebogatoff, however, had
succeeded in adding his ships to those of the
larger squadrons, and Rojestvensky, with his entire
fleet coaled and provisioned, was now ready for the
decisive battle. Week after week passed, and still
no smoke of the hostile armada appeared on the
northern horizon. Compelled to change his station
day by day, the Russian moved nervously here and
there in the China Sea inviting attack. He sent
out reports that he was about to essay the narrow
passage west of Formosa, either east or west of the
Pescadores ; he harboured his fleet under the lee of
the great island of Hainan ; he professed an inten-
tion to thread the dangerous passages north of
Luzon and make a dash across the open Pacific, for
the friendly port. Still the wily Japanese remained
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silent, unheard, unseen, until the supplies of her
harassed, perplexed, impatient enemy once more
diminished and her bunkers were again nearly empty.
At last, driven to desperation by the refusal of the
inscrutable, invisible foe to emerge from the obscur-
ity where he lurked, Rojestvensky set the signal to
advance. He hoped that the Japanese had been
misled by rumours of his escape to the open Pacific,
and that by a direct course northward through the
Korean Straits he could reach Vladivostock, now
so few miles away, after his weary seven months'
voyage from the Baltic. The fog of the early
morning was dense. No scout-ship of the enemy
was visible. It would take time to notify Togo of
any movement of his adversary. Forming in
double line, with strict orders for silence through-
out every ship, the great flotilla got under way and
started northward through the early morning mist.
In days gone by the leader of an armed force
could obtain information of the manoeuvres of his
enemy only by means of trusty couriers. Later,
written messages were despatched by aides, who
brought the news and conveyed orders, riding hard
or traversing the sea in swift boats. Centuries
passed and the telegraph began to play its part in
the transmission of despatches, to be succeeded in
its turn by the field telephone. But as the Russo-
Japanese war brought into practical use for the first
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time the terrible submarine torpedo-boat, so it
found a new and marvellous medium for communi-
cation between headquarters and outposts of an
army or fleet. The ancient Samurai of Nippon
fought with two swords; their descendants in 1905
wielded the submarine and the wireless telegraph.
As Rojestvensky's sombre fleet moved forward
there were no armed scouts dashing across the
waves to announce their coming ; the electric cable,
far below, was dumb ; but the very sky above, the
waters that were ploughed by the black keels, at
the moment when the harassed Russians began to
breathe freely, were betraying them.
"At exactly 5.30 A.M., on Saturday, May 27th,
a wireless message was received at the naval base of
the Japanese : ' The enemy's squadron is in sight. ' '
Under shelter of the island off Fusan, on the east
coast of Korea, lay sixty or more grey ships, their
fires banked, smoke slowly floating from their
stacks. They had lain thus for weeks, waiting for
that message. The instant it was received the
decks of every vessel became alive with nimble
sailors. Cables were slipped, fires scattered and
heaped high with coal, ammunition-hoists handled,
and garments flung aside as the men stripped for
action. The fleet slowly moved eastward over the
waters of the Japan Sea, which roughened under
the wind that gathered force as day broadened.
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Eagerly the small brown fighting men sprang to
quarters and pointed to the east, where the sky
grew golden with the emblem of their nation, the
Rising Sun.
Before noon wireless messages brought news that
the Russian fleet had chosen the eastern passage of
the Straits, between the Tsu Islands and Japan.
At two o'clock the smoke of Rojestvensky's flag-
ship blurred the southern horizon. Instantly a line
of signal flags fluttered to the yard-arm of the
Japanese battle-ship Mikasa : "The destiny of an
empire depends upon this action. You are all ex-
pected to do your uttermost."
Straight on, with superb courage, came the ar-
mada of the White Czar. In the double column the
weaker ships held the port positions, thus offering
the least resistance to attack on that side, and at
the same time blanketing the fire of the heavier
turrent guns of their own first-class battle-ships.
A roll of smoke burst from the bows of the Kniaz
Souvaroff, followed almost instantly by a roar from
the huge twelve-inch guns of the Mikasa. The
greatest naval battle in the history of the world had
begun.
The action became general. The Russian ships
at the opening of the fight changed their course and
endeavoured to break through the enveloping line
of their foe, but were driven back at every point.
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The old tactics of Oyama at Liaoyang and Mouk-
den were repeated by Togo on the sea. Once more
the fatal horse-shoe front closed in. To starboard,
to port, ahead, and astern the thunders of the
Japanese guns dismayed the untrained sailors of the
Baltic fleet. Within less than an hour the Borodino
was seen to be on fire. Five Japanese war-ships
bore down upon her. To rescue, to save? To pour
a deadlier storm of shot and shell into the doomed
ship ; to pierce its wounds anew, to sweep its strug-
gling, bleeding, shrieking crew from its decks and
send ship and men to the bottom. Through and
through the barbette, and the hull itself, plunged
and exploded the steel projectiles. Dead and
dying men lay in heaps everywhere about the
decks; the ammunition hoists were wrecked and
the steering-gear disabled, so that the great, tor-
tured battle-ship could only stagger over the water
round and round in a circle, her remaining guns still
firing at intervals, until the merciful waves swept
over her, and with all on board, living and dead,
she went down.
The flagship bearing Admiral Rojestvensky was
early singled out for attack. When the ship was in
flames and in momentary danger of sinking the
admiral was transferred to a destroyer, from which
he was soon after taken by the Japanese and sent
ashore, a prisoner, severely wounded.
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So the battle raged, and vessel after vessel, bear-
ing the Russian flag, was battered to pieces and
sent to the bottom, while Togo's fleet seemed to
bear a charmed life. At last the merciful night,
that so often has laid its quieting hand of peace
upon maddened, struggling combatants by land and
sea, brooded over the waters of the Sea of Japan.
The few ships from the Baltic that could still move
under control crept northward in the vain hope of
reaching safety. There was no longer any dream of
victory ; escape, escape from this horrible, relentless
foe, was the only thought.
But while the heavier ships had been dealing
deadly blows that fair May afternoon, the pack of
smaller craft, the torpedo-boats and destroyers, had
been for the most part held back under the lee of
the islands; held back with difficulty, for their
crews and officers were wild to enter the engage-
ment. In the conning-tower of the Fujiyama Com-
mander Oto Owari chafed and fretted over the
forced inaction, his dark eyes blazing and hands
twitching. Before midnight the signal came down
the line to advance.
Silently, like wolves gathering about a wounded
herd, crouching low to the ground, the pack gath-
ered around the ill-fated, shattered fleet. Then the
word was given, and they rushed upon their prey.
Searchlights flashed from the beleaguered ships, as
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they bravely turned at bay. Again and again the
wolves were driven back. More than one of the
fierce assailants never returned to the charge ; but
the rest closed the gaps, and cutting out one after
another of the Russians, set their teeth of steel into
her ribs until with a great cry she succumbed.
The Fujiyama was foremost in every rush, and
staggered under the blows she received. Oto was
everywhere, with his savage little ship, launching
his torpedoes at the biggest vessels of the enemy.
He was in full attack upon the Sissoi- Valiki, one of
Rojestvensky's finest battle-ships, when a great shell
exploded just in front of the conning-tower of the
destroyer. It was a fatal blow. Oto, with a dozen
others, all of them wounded, was hurled into the
sea, from which he was rescued and taken on board
the Kasuga, insensible, and therefore blissfully un-
conscious that his ship had gone to the bottom.
The fight drifted northward.
Sunday morning dawned, "so cool, so calm, so
bright." The battle was resumed, each flying ship
of the Russians with three or four of the enemy
hanging about her and hammering her with shell
and solid shot. As on the preceding day and night
the terrors of the Baltic crews were increased by the
evident presence of submarines. Several of the
western ships, with no hostile craft visible in
the open sea, had suddenly felt the impact of an
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awful blow from below, followed by an explosion
that tore her hull to pieces, while the unseen assail-
ant darted off beneath the waves for fresh prey.
The terrible drama was brought to a close by the
surrender of Admiral Nebogatoff's ships, on Sun-
day afternoon, off the rocks of Liancourt. The
next morning the world stood thunderstruck as it
heard of the utter annihilation of Russia's proud
fleet. Six battle-ships, five cruisers, and many other
smaller vessels sunk, and two battle-ships, with
several defence ships or destroyers, captured. It
was this last item that was most significant. Even
Spain had gone down fighting, on the coast of Cuba
and off Manila, under the withering fire of Dewey,
Sampson, and Schley ; for the first time in modern
warfare a battle-ship, nay, two of them, had run up
the white flag. Truly Russia, haughty Russia,
which "never carried to the front material from
which to make a flag of truce," had been humbled
in the dust. And in the Winter Palace of Tsarkoe-
Selo the pale young Czar was weeping.
CHAPTER XXVII.
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OW-YOW!" yawned Midshipman Robert
Starr in the wardroom of the Osprey.
"I 'm tired of this dodging back and forth between
two fires, with no chance for a slap at either of
them. We might have got up a good scrap over
Junk, here," he added, patting the Newfoundland's
broad head, and looking reproachfully at Liddon.
The dog yawned, as if in sympathy with the
young officer, and stretched himself at full length
on the deck, his paws under the mess-table.
"You 're teaching our coloured friend bad man-
ners, Bob," laughed the ensign, giving Junk a play-
ful push with his foot. "Get up, there, you old
peripatetic door-mat, and muster on the forecastle.
There 's no room for yawners down here."
"I consider that remark personal," retorted Bob,
as he rose. "I 'm going to — Here he was in-
terrupted by the entrance of a marine, who an-
nounced that the captain wished to see his officers
in the after cabin.
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"What 's up now, I wonder? " said Staples, lead-
ing the way to the commander's quarters.
"Oh, another wildly exciting cruise to Woosung
or Chemulpo, or Cheefoo, or some other old Che,"
sighed Starr. "I never was very fond of cheese,
anyway ! ' '
When they entered the cabin their undignified
deportment was laid aside.
Rexdale's eyes were sparkling. He evidently had
important and pleasurable news to communicate.
"Gentlemen," said he, "I have just received
orders from the Department. The Osprey is to
change her station once more." Bob groaned
softly, under his breath. "This time," continued
Dave, "our port of destination is not Cavite or
Shanghai. We are to sail due east. We are ordered
home!"
Every officer sprang to his feet. "Hurrah!"
shouted Bob, forgetful alike of dignity and dis-
cipline. "I beg your pardon, sir," he stammered,
the blood rushing to his cheeks; "but that 's grand
news! If the Secretary were here I 'd hug him ! "
The commander now explained that the Osprey
was ordered to proceed to Mare Island, where she
would be thoroughly overhauled, renovated, and
practically remodelled. She was old-fashioned, but
the Department believed they could make of her a
valuable defence ship, in accordance with modern
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ideas of ship-building. As soon as she should go
out of commission her officers and crew were to re-
port, some on various war-ships in the eastern
Pacific, some for shore duty, and still others, includ-
ing the three officers- of highest rank, at Washington,
where they would be assigned to new duties. Bob's
face fell a little at this announcement, but he was
happy in the thought of a change, and a sojourn in
home waters. Little Dobson was one of those who
were to go on shore, and he had visions of a leave of
absence which would give him time to race across
the continent to his own home and that of a certain
commandant whose daughter was named Mary.
By the next mail letters went to Wynnie and Edith
Black, from Bob Starr and Liddon respectively. It
is needless to say that Dave wrote to Hallie within
two hours after the receipt of the orders. The
news quickly spread through the ship, and great
was the rejoicing.
While the Russian fleet was irresolutely moving
to and fro in Eastern waters, and Linevitch, hav-
ing succeeded Kouropatkin, was reorganising his
shattered army and preparing for a new encounter
with the victorious Oyama south of Harbin, the
women of Japan worked unceasingly for home and
country.
The great military hospital at Hiroshima com-
prised eight divisions, with a total capacity of
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seventeen thousand beds. In the largest of the
divisions a visitor merely passing the foot of each
bed would walk six miles. Nearly all of these beds
were now occupied, and Red Cross nurses from the
United States passed to and fro among the suffer-
ers, side by side with their dark sisters of the
Orient, in gentlest ministration.
Fred Larkin had soon recovered sufficiently to be
removed to private quarters, from which, pale and
emaciated, but with indomitable pluck and return-
ing energy, he emerged a few weeks later. Letters
from the Bulletin recalled him to Massachusetts,
and he unwillingly obeyed, realising that the great
naval battle was close at hand. He read the news
of the destruction of the Russian fleet the day after
his arrival in San Francisco.
In a small room — one of those set apart for
officers — a Japanese soldier lay on a cot bed, gazing
languidly out of the open window toward the east.
Walls, counterpane, and the single garment — a
kimono — which the patient wore, were of spotless
white. Beside the bed sat a little nurse, fanning
the sick man, who now and then spoke to her in his
own language, though so quietly that his attendant
could scarcely hear him.
"O-Hana-San "
"Yes, Oshima, I am here! "
"The time?"
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"It is morning — five o'clock."
The sick man was silent for a few moments.
Then his eye fell upon a streak of gold which fell
upon the wall.
"Ah! " he said softly, "the rising sun! "
Again he was silent. When he spoke once more
he turned his head toward the girl and looked into
her eyes.
"And — you must go — you must leave me,
Hana?"
"Yes," she answered sorrowfully. "I am or-
dered. The naval hospital at Sasebo is crowded
with new patients from the great sea battle. There
are not nurses enough. I am ordered to go to-
day."
"If you find Oto — tell him — Oshima sends his
love by O-Hana-San. Tell him Oshima — is —
ordered home ! Banzai dai Nippon ! "
His eyes closed. O-Hana-San bent over him,
then hurried for the surgeon on duty.
"He will not waken," said that official. "He
was a brave man."
Two days later a grey-haired man passed slowly
out of the door of the villa that had been the home
of Oshima's boyhood, in the little town by the sea.
He paused beside a red slab which was posted be-
fore the house, and on which was written, in Japan-
ese characters, "Gone to the Front." Then he
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stooped painfully and placed beside the first post
another, like many in that village, and before other
homes, all over Japan. It was black, and bore the
simple inscription, " Bravery Forever."
"Oto, Oto Owari! It is I ! See, it is O-Hana-
San ! I have come to help you — to make you
well!"
Oto opened his eyes and turned his bandaged
head on the pillow. His little playmate of years
gone by was kneeling beside his cot, her great
brown eyes moist and pleading — pleading with him
not to die, not to join Oshima in the strange un-
known shadows to which he had gone. She was
quite satisfied that her hero should be deprived of
the inscription " Bravery Forever" — for the present
at least !
It was a hard fight for life, but the good surgeon
of the ward, and the girl's unceasing care, and Oto's
own fine constitution and determination to live for
her, won the victory. While many died on every
side, and the mournful stretchers came and went,
and the black posts increased in number throughout
the empire, the young commander steadily grew
better, until he was discharged "well" ; to take his
place once more, with higher rank, on the quarter-
deck of a fine new cruiser. On the day when he
left the hospital he married O-Hana-San. On that
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same day, the fifth of September, 1905, the Treaty
of Peace between Russia and Japan was signed by
the envoys of the two countries at Portsmouth,
New Hampshire.
Two weeks after -the great battle of the Sea of
Japan a war-ship, with hull white as snow, was
ploughing the waters of the Pacific with her prow
pointed due east. Land was still in sight astern,
and over her taffrail floated the beautiful Stars and
Stripes. The Osprey was homeward bound.
THE END.
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