StNicholas [serial] . SEAMEN PURDY AND MCCUE FIGHTING THEIRBATTLE OVER AGAIN. (SEE PAGE 410.) to his light duties as captain of the hold, or occa-sionally by request sings them out lustily at thedog watch. Purdy and McCue! Living relics of the great-est naval battle of our Civil War. It is thirty-three years since they fought, one on the Kear-sarge, the other on the Alabama. They wereyoung men then, each defending a principle. McCue was of the number picked up out of thewater by the English yacht Deerhound, when theAlabama went down with her flag of truce. Thedestruction of his beloved ship le
StNicholas [serial] . SEAMEN PURDY AND MCCUE FIGHTING THEIRBATTLE OVER AGAIN. (SEE PAGE 410.) to his light duties as captain of the hold, or occa-sionally by request sings them out lustily at thedog watch. Purdy and McCue! Living relics of the great-est naval battle of our Civil War. It is thirty-three years since they fought, one on the Kear-sarge, the other on the Alabama. They wereyoung men then, each defending a principle. McCue was of the number picked up out of thewater by the English yacht Deerhound, when theAlabama went down with her flag of truce. Thedestruction of his beloved ship left a wound onthe heart of the seaman that never healed. Thewar ended. Returning to his native land, hefound the Confederacy dead and buried while avital longing for the sea was consuming that, though wronged, he had alwaysbeen an American, he enlisted in the United. THE KEARSARGE AND THE ALABAMA. States navy, where he has remained in uninter-rupted service ever since. Seaman McCue (as he insists upon being 1908.] THREE YEARS BEHIND THE GUNS 409 called) is a little man with bright blue eyes peep-ing like spring violets through snow-drifts, forhis hair and beard have retained the abundanceof youth, though silvered to whiteness by thespray of the fleeting years. How many they havenumbered none dare to ask, as Seaman McCuesdistaste for age is made manifest .whenever hespeaks of his old shipmatesnow serving on the Inde-pendence. Poor old sea-man ! It will break hisheart, but I sadly fear thiswill be his last cruise. He isefficient in his duty,—sweep-ing the starboard side of thegun-deck, where his life isrendered as miserable as apack of young sea devils canmake it. As fast as hesweeps some one tears andscatters papers after himjust to hear him swear, andyet when the day came thatwe noticed Mac totter on theboom, and he took to comingfrom the cutter
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