The Cruise of the Lively Bee; Or, A Boy's Adventures in the War of 1812

  CHAPTER XXXIV.

  VERNON'S SUCCESS.

  Intoxicated with success, the crew of the _Lively Bee_ urged Vernon tomake one more voyage.

  But he had given his word that he would retire, and though only tohimself, it was binding.

  "I would like the _Lively Bee_ to make another cruise," he said, "andif Lieutenant Tempest will take command I shall be delighted."

  Tempest was still thirsting for glory, and accepted the offer.

  "Go, my friend!" said Vernon, as the new captain of the _Lively Bee_was leaving Baltimore to join the famous privateer--"go, bring backprizes if you can, act with honor, as I know you will, but above allremember that I would rather hear that the _Lively Bee_ was at thebottom of the sea than that she was captured by the British."

  A number of privateers were in the Chesapeake Bay at the time, and manyfriends of the crews had assembled on the docks.

  Those who heard the speech of Vernon cheered lustily.

  "Never give up the ship!" cried one old salt.

  "No, that I swear!" assented Tempest, solemnly.

  Among those who watched the departure of the gallant privateersmanstood Bertha Tempest and Pauline Jones.

  Bertha's eyes were red, for she had parted again with the husband sheso loved, while a glad light shone from the flashing orbs of Pauline.

  Perhaps it was caused by the fact that Captain Harry Vernon--"HandsomeHarry," as he was called in Washington--was to return to the CapitalCity with them.

  Vernon was wealthy.

  Not according to our ideas of wealth to-day, for we reckon riches tomean away up in the millions, whereas a man with two hundred thousanddollars in those days was looked upon as a veritable prodigy of wealth.

  Harry Vernon had considerably over a hundred thousand dollars, and waswell content with his fortune.

  The _Lively Bee_ had left the city, and was far out of sight.

  In her track followed the _True-blooded Yankee_ of Boston and the_Lovely Lass_ of Salem, both first-class privateers, and both withrecords hard to beat.

  Then came that fast-cruising schooner, _Jack's Favorite_, speciallycommissioned to search for the _Essex_, which had not been heard fromfor some time.

  As Vernon saw them leave with all their wealth of canvas, a sighescaped him.

  Already he was secretly planning again for life on the ocean wave.

  But when he looked at the sweet face of Pauline Jones, he felt thatthere was a harbor in which he would like to rest--a haven of peace ifshe did but share it with him.

  Intrepid in war, fearless in the angriest storm, he yet was a verycoward in her presence; for, although he loved her with an ardoramounting almost to worship, he was too bashful to tell of his love.

  Perhaps the story would never have been told had not Bertha helped him.

  And when, with blushing face and almost stammering tongue, Paulineadmitted that Vernon was her ideal of bravery and courage, and that sheadmired him, he was so elated that Washington did not seem large enoughfor him to call his home.

  But before the secret was known and Vernon's suspense ended, severalweeks had passed, and the year had ripened into spring, and the budsand blossoms had developed into summer fruit and flowers.

  No tidings had been received of the _Lively Bee_, and Bertha wasbeginning to feel uneasy; her face was getting wan, her eyes werelosing their luster.

  Great excitement was of daily experience; sometimes the news making thepeople hilarious with joy, and at others plunging them into the depthsof despair.

  Washington was in mourning for the loss of Lawrence, who, thoughwounded, had shouted to his men:

  "Never give up the ship!"

  The _Chesapeake_ had been captured by the _Shannon_, and braveLawrence's dead body reposed in Canadian soil.

  Then came the news of disasters on land, and the prospects were darkfor the young Republic.

  The patriotic soul of Harry Vernon was chafing at idleness, and he hadalmost resolved to fit out another privateer, but was persuaded to waita little longer for news of the _Lively Bee_.

  Then came news of the _Essex_, and all the country was filled with thepraises of Captain Porter, who had captured so many British vessels.

  But while according so much praise to Porter, they did not fail to meteout their approbation of the courage of the young midshipman, Farragut,who, though a boy in years, had been given the command of the capturedship, _Barclay_.

  All Washington was reading Farragut's letter home.

  "I was sent as prize-master to the _Barclay_," he wrote. "This was animportant event in my life; and when it was decided that I was to takethe ship to Valparaiso, I felt no little pride at finding myself incommand, at twelve years of age. The _Barclay_ had been recapturedfrom a Spanish _guarda costa_. The captain and his mate were on board;and I was to control the men sent from our frigate, while the captainwas to navigate the vessel. When Captain Porter ordered us to proceedto Valparaiso, the captain of the _Barclay_, a violent-tempered oldfellow, was furious.

  "He told me that he should take the _Barclay_ where he pleased, butnever to Valparaiso.

  "I considered that my day of trial had come, for I was a little afraidof the old fellow, as every one else was. But the time had come for meat least to play the man, so I mustered up courage and informed thecaptain that I desired the topsail filled away.

  "He replied that he would shoot any man who dared to touch a ropewithout his orders; he 'would go his own course, and had no idea oftrusting himself with a nut-shell'--meaning me. And then he went belowfor his pistols.

  "I called my right-hand man of the crew, and told him my situation; Ialso informed him that I wanted the main topsail filled.

  "He answered with a clear 'Ay, ay, sir!' in a manner which was not tobe misunderstood, and my confidence was perfectly restored.

  "From that moment I became master of the vessel, and immediately gaveall necessary orders for making sail, notifying the captain not to comeon deck with his pistols unless he wished to go overboard; for I wouldreally have had little trouble in having such an order obeyed."

  We can readily understand how such a letter would arouse the people toa frenzy of excitement.

  And thus, in alternate enthusiasm and depression, the months passedaway.

  The people had not realized what war meant, they had not yet faced thedread monster, as in a few months they were destined to do--when theBritish marched into their city and burned the Capitol and the WhiteHouse.

  That was not dreamed of then, and the people feasted only on the newsof distant conflict.

  "If the war does not end by the New Year," said Vernon to BerthaTempest, "I shall fit out another privateer."

  "What would Pauline say?"

  "Would she care?"

  "Ask her."

  "Bertha, you raise my hopes--why do you speak like that? You knowsomething--does she care for me?"

  "Why not ask her?"

  "If I did and was repulsed----"

  "But if you were not!"

  "I will ask her. I will be bold. I will go on my knees and say:'Pauline, I love you, will you be my wife?' and then if she repulsesme, I shall--shall go to the war and not care what becomes of me."

  "But if she says yes?"

  Vernon was startled, for the question was asked by Pauline, who hadentered unobserved.

  "You heard?" asked Vernon, half idiotically, for unless she had heardshe could not have asked him the question.

  "Of course I heard what you said, you silly, conceited fellow!"

  "And your answer?"

  "Any one but you knew what it would be months ago."

  "You mean it--you do love me?"

  It is needless saying what answers were given to Vernon's questions.

  Bertha had withdrawn and left the young people together, and the hoursslipped by, to them uncounted and unheeded.

  When Bertha did re-enter the room, Vernon exclaimed, with all theenthusiasm of a schoolboy:

  "Bertha, we are to be married
in two weeks; isn't it too bad thatPauline wants to wait so long?"