In Greek Waters: A Story of the Grecian War of Independence

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Henty George Alfred. In Greek Waters: A Story of the Grecian War of Independence

PREFACE

CHAPTER I. A GREEK STUDENT

CHAPTER II. A YACHT

CHAPTER III. THE WRECK

CHAPTER IV. A STARTLING PROPOSAL

CHAPTER V. FITTING OUT

CHAPTER VI. UNDER WEIGH

CHAPTER VII. A CHANGE OF NAME

CHAPTER VIII. A BESIEGED VILLAGE

CHAPTER IX. RESCUED

CHAPTER X. A DARING EXPLOIT

CHAPTER XI. IN THE HANDS OF THE TURKS

CHAPTER XII. PLANNING A RESCUE

CHAPTER XIII. THE PASHA OF ADALIA

CHAPTER XIV. CHIOS

CHAPTER XV. A WHITE SQUALL

CHAPTER XVI. FIRE-SHIPS

CHAPTER XVII. RESCUING THE GARRISON OF ATHENS

CHAPTER XVIII. A TURKISH DEFEAT

CHAPTER XIX. PRISONERS

CHAPTER XX. AT CONSTANTINOPLE

CHAPTER XXI. THE “MISERICORDIA” AGAIN

CHAPTER XXII. ALL ENDS WELL

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THE people of the little fishing village of Seaport were agreed on one subject, however much they might differ on others, namely, that Mr. Beveridge was “a wonderful learned man.” In this respect they were proud of him: learned men came to visit him, and his name was widely known as the author of various treatises and books which were precious to deep scholars, and were held in high respect at the universities. Most of the villagers were, however, of opinion that it would have been better for Seaport had Mr. Beveridge been a trifle less learned and a good deal more practical. Naturally he would have been spoken of as the squire, for he was the owner of the whole parish, and his house was one of the finest in the county, which some of his ancestors had represented in parliament; but for all that it would have been ridiculous to call a man squire who had never been seen on horseback, and who, as was popularly believed, could not distinguish a field of potatoes from one of turnips.

It was very seldom that Mr. Beveridge ventured outside the boundary-wall of his grounds, except, indeed, when he posted up to London to investigate some rare manuscript, or to pore over ancient books in the reading-room of the British Museum. He was never seen at the meetings of magistrates, or at social gatherings of any kind, and when his name was mentioned at these, many shrugged their shoulders and said what a pity it was that one of the finest properties in the county should be in the hands of a man who was, to say the least of it, a little cracked.

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“How long would it take to get her ready?” Horace asked.

“About ten days. Most of her ballast is out of her, but the rest ought to come out so as to give her a regular clean down, and a coat of whitewash below, before it is all put in again. If you like, young ’un, I will look after that. I have got nothing to do, and it will be an amusement to me. I am looking for a berth at present in a merchantman, but there are such a number of men out of harness that it isn’t easy to get a job. Look here, if you really want to learn some day to be fit to take charge of this craft yourself, you could not do better than persuade your father to let you come over here and see her fitted up, then you will know where every rope goes, and learn more than you would sitting about on deck in the course of a year. There will be no difficulty in getting a couple of rooms ready for you and your man in the town.”

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