Pike & Cutlass: Hero Tales of Our Navy

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Gibbs George. Pike & Cutlass: Hero Tales of Our Navy

THE EFFRONTERY OF PAUL JONES

A STRUGGLE TO THE DEATH

THE TERRIER AND THE MASTIFF

DECATUR AND THE “PHILADELPHIA”

THE BIGGEST LITTLE FIGHT IN NAVAL HISTORY

A DOUBLE ENCOUNTER

THE “CONSTITUTION” AND THE “GUERRIERE”

THE “WASP” AND THE “FROLIC”

THE “CONSTITUTION” AND THE “JAVA”

THE LAST OF THE “ESSEX”

THE CAPTAIN OF THE MAINTOP

CUSHING AND THE “ALBEMARLE”

SOMERS AND THE “INTREPID”

THE PASSING OF THE OLD NAVY

FARRAGUT IN MOBILE BAY

AT THE NAVAL ACADEMY

OUR NATION’S NEW HEROES

HEROES OF THE DEEP

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In April, 1778, there were more than two-score of French ships-of-the-line within easy sailing distance of the coast of England. They were tremendous three-decked monsters, armed with tier upon tier of cannon, and it took nearly a thousand officers and men to man each of them. They lay at anchor in the harbors of France or sallied forth into the open sea to the southward to prey upon the commerce of Great Britain. But grand as they were, not one of them dared to do what John Paul Jones did in the little Continental sloop of war “Ranger.” By good seamanship, an element of chance, and a reckless daring almost without precedent, he accomplished under the very noses of the gold-laced French admirals what they had been hemming and hawing about since the beginning of the war.

Inaction weighed upon the mind of Paul Jones more heavily than the hardest of labor. He had to be up and doing all the time, or trouble was brewing for everybody on shipboard. So when he reached Nantes, France, and found that the frigate which had been promised him was not forthcoming, he determined, alone and unaided, to do with the little “Ranger” what he was not yet destined to do with a bigger ship. No person but Paul Jones would for a moment have considered such a desperate project as the one he conceived. What the flower of the navy and chivalry of France had refused to attempt was little short of suicide for the mad American. But Jones was not cast in an ordinary mould. When he got to Brest, he made up his mind once and for all, by one good fire of British shipping to put an end to all the ship and town burnings in America.

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In the meanwhile Captain Burdon, finding that his boat’s crew did not return, got up his anchor, shook out his sails, and cleared ship for action. He was already suspicious, and too good a seaman to let unpreparedness play any part in his actions. There was not very much wind, and slowly the “Drake” bore down on the silent vessel which lay, sails flapping idly as she rolled, on the swell of the Irish Sea. As the afternoon drew on the wind almost failed, so that it was an hour before sunset before the “Drake” could get within speaking range. Hardly a ripple stirred the surface of the glassy swells, and the stillness was ominous and oppressive.

When within a cable’s length of the “Ranger” Captain Burdon sent up his colors. Captain Jones followed his lead in a moment by running up the Stars and Stripes.

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