StNicholas [serial] . n out to sea in a squall, lost herbearings, and for days had been completely be-calmed. Her provisions and water had given outand the crew reduced to a pitiable tongues were so swollen that they couldnot articulate a sound. Our surgeon ministeredto their distress; we gave them water and riceand restored their bearings. Out on the trackless it is not an uncommonsight to see a hulk, mast and spar gone, half filledwith water, cradling on the waves. Now I knowwhence they come. Chapter XIII KEARSARGE AND ALABAMA—THE QUEENSJUBILEE SONGThe Kearsarge and the Alaba
StNicholas [serial] . n out to sea in a squall, lost herbearings, and for days had been completely be-calmed. Her provisions and water had given outand the crew reduced to a pitiable tongues were so swollen that they couldnot articulate a sound. Our surgeon ministeredto their distress; we gave them water and riceand restored their bearings. Out on the trackless it is not an uncommonsight to see a hulk, mast and spar gone, half filledwith water, cradling on the waves. Now I knowwhence they come. Chapter XIII KEARSARGE AND ALABAMA—THE QUEENSJUBILEE SONGThe Kearsarge and the Alabama It was early Sunday morning in the year of sixty-four,The Alabama she cruised out along the Frenchmans time she cruised about, long time she held her sway,But now beneath the Frenchmans shore she lies in Cher-bourg Bay. ChorusHoist up the flag, boys, Long may she wave!God bless America, The home of the brave! This is one of about forty verses of an historicballad. Old Purdy hums them over as he attends. 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
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