A Gunner Aboard the "Yankee" eBook

Russell Doubleday
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 238 pages of information about A Gunner Aboard the "Yankee".

A Gunner Aboard the "Yankee" eBook

Russell Doubleday
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 238 pages of information about A Gunner Aboard the "Yankee".

“It’s an ill wind that blows nobody good,” quoted the “Kid,” who happened to be sweeper that week.  “I won’t have to polish the brass on those kits again.”

Shortly after the return of the last boat, smoke was sighted to seaward.  The crew was called to general quarters without delay, and our ship steamed out to investigate.  After a brief but exciting chase, we discovered that the supposed enemy was the auxiliary cruiser “Dixie,” a sister ship of the “Yankee.”  She was manned by the Maryland Naval Reserves, and her armament was composed of six-inch breechloading rifles, not of the rapid-fire class.

It soon became evident that her commanding officer, Commander Davis, was superior in rank to Commander Brownson, and he took charge of affairs at once.  Captain Brownson was rowed over to the “Dixie” to pay his respects, and on his return a rumor that we were to be relieved of coast patrol duty by the “Dixie” and to proceed to Key West, went through the ship like wildfire.

Tom LeValley brought the news to a group of us gathered on the after gun deck.  We were just discussing the peculiar, and apparently ridiculous, degrees of etiquette found among naval officers in general, as exemplified by the ranking of Commander Davis over Commander Brownson.

“They are both commanders,” Tommy was explaining, “but Commander Davis happens to rank Commander Brownson by sixteen numbers in the official list.  Both entered the service November 29, 1861, and—­”

“Whoop!”

Down the ladder charged LeValley, wildly flourishing his cap.  He stopped in front of us and gasped:  “Hurrah! we’re going—­going to the United States, fellows.”

“What’s up?” demanded “Stump.”

“The ’Dixie’—­”

“Yes?”

“She’s to relieve us, and we are ordered to Key West and then to New York.  We’re going—­”

“Rats!” broke in “Hay,” in disgust.  “You can’t give us any game like that.  It’s a rumor, my boy.  We’re never going home.  The ‘Yankee’ is the modern ‘Flying Dutchman,’ and—­”

At that moment the “Kid” appeared in sight, and his beaming face convinced us.  It was glorious news, but not one of us felt like cheering.  Our emotions were too deep for that.  The mere prospect of seeing home again was enough pleasure for the moment, and we were content to talk quietly over the welcome possibility of soon meeting relatives and friends.

The “Yankee” was destined, however, to experience a little more service before dropping anchor in home waters.

For several days we cruised along the coast between Casilda and Cienfuegos.  We came to know it very well; every ravine in the mountains was familiar, every inlet in the coral-bound shore known to us.  It began to grow monotonous.

Time lay rather heavy on our hands, but not too heavy, for we were put to work, two guns’ crews at a time, coaling in a new and torrid fashion:  the coal in the after hold had not all been taken out during the northern cruise, so it was decided to pack it in bags, two hundred pounds to a bag, carry it forward and stack it in an unused ballast tank.

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