The Minneapolis journal., 1903-11-14
In the LDusp S Nest
eYcYRvs TownsEn BRADY.
Copyright. 1902 by Charles scrbner' sons.)
CHAPTER XIX.
BY scYRus TOWNSEND BRADY.
by Charles scribner's;.s sons.)
Ned Boston Champions the United States

Ned Boston Champions the United States.
T HE discounted, downcast midshpmen of the Wasp.
were welcomed will, much cordialty to the steer
of the Poicers by her mdshipmen who took their
cue from their magnanimous captain and began by
doing everything in their to make their prison.
comfortable. The Americans. responded their
efforts and, boyke began to forget their sorrows ALL
little soul had been so tried that day. first by the
citemen Of the battle, and lastly by
the ship, which had added the last touch his heart
broken depression that he found himself utterly unable
to join in the skylarking with which the older and
more experienced lads strove to throw aside the
palling impressions the terrible day they had passed.
After supper, and before the night watches were
spared from their stations We're congregated in the
steerage discussing the events of the day Ned
the conversation The novelty situation had worn
away. The English lads who had become what
used to the presence OF and no longer
regarded themselves exactly hosts began exhibit
tendency to- make sighting remarks. Mindful of
Captain strict Instructions the Americans
themselves they could atho the situa-
ton rapidly becoming strained that something
to. happen
Strangely enough the smallest of the group of
Americans focused the storm upon himself. The
versation had turned on the battle The longer the
English considered it the angry they became
the thought the overwhelming victory of the Wasp.
They sought to explain it by innuendoes and
tons Of various Sorts all implying something unfair
the part of the American Ship These insinuations
difficult resent for they sufficiently
definite to be contradcted matters fast be-
coming unbearable when the attention the youngest
of the English midshipmen youngster named Hod-
son. was attracted by sound to the corner
Of the steerage, in which Boston sat hudded up in
disconsolate little heap.
Hey what's this?' he called out, breaking out Of
the crowd and stepping toward the corner. Show
light gentlemen. Blast if it isn't the lit
tie Yankee REFER bawlng like baby What you
snveilg about, you little calf ?'
T. he spoke there general outburs of up
roarious laughter from the English midshpmen. Van
Ceave Claxton and Ten Eyck Immediately stepped
forward with flushed and c1enched fists to defend
their comrade. The English midshpman's insolence,
however, had pierced thru Bosons melancholy misery
and with his the youngster leaped to his
feet and into the midst Of the excited mdshp-
men grouped under the lamp.
What you mean, you little cur" he cried, "by
calling me a baby and a calf? II you want to know
why was crying, I'll tell you! crying because
didn't time enough to do damage your
rickety tub Frolic before you down, and
crying because didn't have ship big enough
this of course not true,
it was nevertheless very effective.
You lie!' said the English lad. promptly, and
! slap in the face.
The Oldest English midshipmen and Van Ceave
at sprang between the two excited boys.
'It will be some time SIR" said :Dashwood, the
older of the two who by tacit the leader
of the Poctiers, addressing Van Ceave
the ranking American midshipman, before these
young gentlemen will have opportunity to settle their
differences with the of their rank and station
meant, by this remarkable sentence, swords
and pistols! Dues among the
smallest midshpmen In those bloodthirsty days, and