. The southerners, a story of the Civil War . rs have been cheered throughlong nights of pain by that sad, elusive hope—better inthe morning! CHAPTER XXXVII THE FLEET GETS UNDER WAY IX bells in the mid-watch, sir, said the^-^ marine orderly, tapping deferentially ^^ at the dcx)r of the admirals sleeping- <^ ffl room, while to the accompaniment oftheir shrill whistles the boatswain andhis mates were piping, Up all ham-mocks 1 I am awake. Orderly. What sortof a morning is it ? Its been cloudy and squally, but itbids fair to break clear now, the wind?Light from the sou-west, !
. The southerners, a story of the Civil War . rs have been cheered throughlong nights of pain by that sad, elusive hope—better inthe morning! CHAPTER XXXVII THE FLEET GETS UNDER WAY IX bells in the mid-watch, sir, said the^-^ marine orderly, tapping deferentially ^^ at the dcx)r of the admirals sleeping- <^ ffl room, while to the accompaniment oftheir shrill whistles the boatswain andhis mates were piping, Up all ham-mocks 1 I am awake. Orderly. What sortof a morning is it ? Its been cloudy and squally, but itbids fair to break clear now, the wind?Light from the sou-west, ! Send Mr. Watson and to me; I would like to seethem in my cabin as soon as I am dressed. Is Cap-tain Drayton up?Yes, sir. Give him my compliments and ask him to comehere too; say in about three quarters of an hour, admiral, who had risen as the orderly departed,dressed himself with deliberate care. Like most of theold-fashioned fighting captains whom he resembled inmany respects, he prided himself on wearing full uni- 303. THE SOUTHERNERS form when going into action and consequently he at-tired himself in his best. He buckled on his sword,which had been given him by an old friend, and whichwas his almost constant companion. He invariablywore it when on duty. Just as he completed his care-ful preparations, which included a long and ferventpetition to Almighty God for the success of thedangerous undertaking he was about to commence,Drayton, followed by the two lieutenants, and , the fleet-surgeon, came down into the dimlylighted cabin. **Good-morning, Admiral. Good-morning, Captain Drayton. Good-morn-ing, gentlemen. The tide will be at full flood in a fewhours and well carry out the program. You maycall all hands and get the ships lashed together, sir. Very good, sir. And, Watson, you will signal the fleet to coupleup and prepare for action. Ay, ay, sir. The wind is souwesterly, so the orderly reports,Drayton? Yes, sir, rather light now, but gives pro
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