CHAPTER XV
LAND HO!
The following days passed uneventfully. The storm abated late the nextafternoon, for the ship was running into southern seas where the skiestook on a deeper blue, the water a golden hue under the southern sun.
One afternoon a few days later the lookout sang out, in a voice that hada note of gladness in it:
"Land ho!"
"Where away?"
"Three points off the port bow."
Glasses were leveled in the direction indicated, and the jackies on theforecastle, who had heard the cry, lined the rail, scanning the horizonwith shaded eyes. But the land was too far away to be seen from wherethey were standing.
"There it is!" cried Dan, half an hour later, as a thin blue lineappeared to rise from the sea off the port bow. "What land is it?"
"Spain, I reckon," answered a shipmate. "Leastwise, it was Spain when Iwas along here last time."
"Spain, did he say?" questioned Hickey.
"Yes."
For a few moments the Battleship Boys gazed in silence. It was theirfirst glimpse of the shores of that far-away country. After a time therocky shores grew into plain sight.
"That is Portugal over there," said a boatswain's mate. "We ought tosight Lisbon before dark."
Dan and Sam looked into each other's eyes.
"We are seeing things for sure, aren't we, eh?" grinned Hickey.
"Yes; it is a wonderful experience, well worth all the hardships we havegone through."
"I wonder if they are going to stop?"
"I don't know. Do we make port anywhere along here?" Dan asked of theboatswain's mate.
"I don't know. The captain hasn't taken me into his confidence yet."
"Can you blame him?" came back Dan Davis, quick as a flash.
"Look here, Little Dynamite, don't get fresh," answered the boatswain'smate, with a good-natured laugh. "I'll tell you, though, that it is morethan likely that we'll tie up to a tree somewhere along here. We needsome repairs after the banging around we've been having for the last twoweeks. We'll have a field day when we do, and don't you forget that."
"I don't want that kind of a field day," spoke up Sam. "Field day aboardship means work, and lots of it."
"Lisbon lies off yonder, in that depression in the shore line that youcan make out if your eyes are good, boys," said the boatswain's mate,pointing off the port bow.
"I see it, I see it," cried Sam.
"And I," added Dan. They gazed long and searchingly. "I was in hopes wewould run in and anchor there."
"The captain is making for some other place. We are grinding along at anineteen-knot gait. That ought to bring us up somewhere about to-morrownight."
"Have you any idea where?"
"Yes; I've got an idea, but I guess you had better figure it out foryourself."
After mess that night Dan got out a map and studied it carefully, afterhaving stolen a glance at the standardized compass high up on the afterpart of the superstructure.
"I believe we are headed for Gibraltar," he said to himself.
"You've guessed it, lad," said the mate, coming up behind him. "Ithought you'd get your course figured out. It's better for a man to getin the habit of looking those things up for himself. He doesn't forgetthem when he gets them that way."
That night the Battleship Boys turned in full of anticipation. They wereheading into strange seas. There was hope that they soon would have anopportunity to go ashore and see something of the people and the lifethat thus far they knew only from the books they had read.
The first thing in the morning, after getting their baths and dressing,the boys ran out on deck. There, looming faintly through the morningmist, the mighty rock of Gibraltar rose from the sea.
"I see it," breathed Dan Davis, in a tone that was almost awe. "That isGibraltar, Sam."
"Yes, anybody could see it."
"Isn't it wonderful?"
"I'll tell you after I get a closer look at the place," replied thered-headed boy.
"I never thought to see so grand a sight."
"What's that thing on top of it, Dan? They must have a church up there."
"It must be the signal tower. I remember one of the men telling aboutthat. It is fourteen hundred feet above the sea level."
Hickey uttered a low whistle.
"I'd hate to walk in my sleep up there."
"Up there they keep a constant watch on all ships coming in from thesea."
"And do you think they see us?"
"Of course they do, and they know who we are, and where we are boundprobably better than we do. I wonder whether we are going through thestraits?"
"The Straits of Gibraltar?"
"Yes."
"Of course we are. We are going to all the places down around here, Iheard the Old Man and the executive officer talking about it when wewere up off Boulogne. We're going all the way around Africa before wehead back for America. It is going to be a long cruise."
"I know that, Sam. We are going to be away from home for a full year.Think of that. But when we get back, we are going to have a leave to goto Piedmont and see all the folks."
A bugle call piped all hands to clean ship. They were nearing port andeverything must be in perfect condition. There was need of work, for thelong storm had left the ship in bad condition.
The early view of the famous rock gave the impression of a barren cliff,but now little patches of emerald green began to grow out of the greatgray pile.
"Look at the guns sticking out!" exclaimed Hickey, later in the day, asthe ship drew nearer and nearer.
"Wonderful!" breathed Dan.
"I don't see anything so wonderful about it. It looks business-like,that's all," said Sam. "Say, do you know what I'll bet I could do?"
"What?"
"I'll bet that in three shots I could knock the block off the top ofthat mountain with the seven-inch."
"You mean the lookout station up there?"
"Yes."
Dan surveyed it with critical eyes.
"If you did you would have to show better marksmanship than you havethus far."
"Marksmanship? Why, I haven't fired a gun since I've been in the Navy."
"You have had dotter practice, which is practically the same thing."
"There's the town."
As they neared the southern point they could see the white walls of thecity glistening in the sun. Everywhere one looked new sights came intoview, and not for one moment did the Battleship Boys cease wonderingover what they saw.
A low, dark line attracted Sam's attention, far off to the right ofthem.
"I guess that must be the Dark Continent," he said with a laugh.
Dan gazed fixedly at the point to starboard indicated by his companion.
"I think you are right. That must be Africa over there. Just think ofit! Would you like to be there, Sam?"
"I don't know," admitted Hickey. "Somehow, I always think of snakes whenAfrica is mentioned."
"There's the harbor," cried Dan, interrupting.
"And I see some ships there, too."
"I believe they are war ships," added Dan. "Yes; look, look, Sam! Look!"
"Where, where? What, what?" demanded Sam, dancing about excitedly,looking first at his companion, then toward the harbor.
"The Flag! The Flag!"
"Oh, is that all?" said Sam in a disappointed tone.
"Isn't that enough? Thousands of miles from home and to come in sight ofthe Stars and Stripes! Wouldn't that send the blood coursing throughyour veins?" demanded Dan, with flashing eyes.
"Yes; I guess it would make some folks blood run cold. What ships arethose?"
"Let me see; there are three of them."
"I know that--I can count. What I want to know is who they are?"
"I don't know, Sam. Here comes the master-at-arms. I'll ask him."
Dan did so.
"Those are the 'Idaho,' 'Georgia' and 'Wisconsin.' They are to join ushere for the rest of our cruise."
"Thank you," answered Dan.
By this time they were approaching the harbor, and all work wassuspended for the moment.
"Boom!" roared the "Long Island's" six-pounder. "Boom!" answered theother ships of the fleet. "Boom!" roared a gun from the mountain. Theair seemed full of smoke and powder. Bands played, jackies shoutedthemselves hoarse, flags fluttered down from gaffs, only to go up againon the after gaffs. The American ships were at anchor, the three alreadyin having only just arrived.
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