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Young America Abroad

Down the Rhine

By Oliver Optic.

Boston

Lee & Shepard.]

DOWN THE RHINE;

OR,

YOUNG AMERICA IN GERMANY.

A Story of Travel and Adventure.

BY

OLIVER OPTIC.

BOSTON:

LEE AND SHEPARD.

1870.

Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1869, by

WILLIAM T. ADAMS,

In the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the

District of Massachusetts.

ELECTROTYPED AT THE

_Boston Stereotype Foundry_,

No. 19 Spring Lane.

TO MY YOUNG FRIEND

_RALPH OAKLEY_,

This Volume

IS AFFECTIONATELY DEDICATED.

YOUNG AMERICA ABROAD.

BY OLIVER OPTIC.

A Library of Travel and Adventure in Foreign Lands. First and Second

Series; six volumes in each Series. 16mo. Illustrated.

_First Series._

I. _OUTWARD BOUND_; OR, YOUNG AMERICA AFLOAT.

II. _SHAMROCK AND THISTLE_; OR, YOUNG AMERICA IN IRELAND AND SCOTLAND.

III. _RED CROSS_; OR, YOUNG AMERICA IN ENGLAND AND WALES.

IV. _DIKES AND DITCHES_; OR, YOUNG AMERICA IN HOLLAND AND BELGIUM.

V. _PALACE AND COTTAGE_; OR, YOUNG AMERICA IN FRANCE AND SWITZERLAND.

VI. _DOWN THE RHINE_; OR, YOUNG AMERICA IN GERMANY.

_Second Series._

I. _UP THE BALTIC_; OR, YOUNG AMERICA IN DENMARK AND SWEDEN.

II. _NORTHERN LANDS_; OR, YOUNG AMERICA IN PRUSSIA AND RUSSIA.

III. _VINE AND OLIVE_; OR, YOUNG AMERICA IN SPAIN AND PORTUGAL.

IV. _SUNNY SHORES_; OR, YOUNG AMERICA IN ITALY AND AUSTRIA.

V. _CROSS AND CRESCENT_; OR, YOUNG AMERICA IN GREECE AND TURKEY.

VI. _ISLES OF THE SEA_; OR, YOUNG AMERICA HOMEWARD BOUND.

PREFACE.

DOWN THE RHINE, the sixth and last volume of the first series of "YOUNG

AMERICA ABROAD," is the conclusion of the history of the Academy Squadron

on its first voyage to Europe, with the excursion of the students and

their friends into Germany, and down its most beautiful river. As in the

preceding volumes of the series, brief geographical descriptions of the

country visited are given, with a sketch of its history, and of whatever

may be peculiar or interesting in its manners and customs. The travellers

enter Germany by the way of Strasburg, and visit Freiburg, Schaffhausen,

Constance, Friedrichshafen, Ulm, Stuttgart, Carlsruhe, Darmstadt,

Baden-Baden, Heidelberg, Frankfurt, Mayence, Bingen, Bonn, Coblenz,

Cologne, Dusseldorf, and Aix-la-Chapelle; but only the most interesting

features of these places are noticed.

The story part of the volume relates mostly to a trip of the squadron

from Havre to Brest, and the cruise of the Josephine up the Mediterranean,

in which the writer has endeavored to show that even injustice is not to

be redressed by resorting to evil deeds; and he is quite sure that the

sympathies of his readers will always be with the members of the "Order

of the Faithful."

As the author has before had occasion gratefully to acknowledge, the

success of this series has far exceeded his anticipations; and in bringing

the first series to a close, he again returns his thanks to his friends,

young and old, who have so often and so earnestly encouraged him in his

agreeable labors,--all the more agreeable because they are so generously

appreciated. He intends, during the coming year, to make another trip to

Europe, for the purpose of visiting all the countries mentioned in the

titles of the second series; for he is not inclined to write about any

country until he has seen it. If no unforeseen event intervenes to defeat

his plans, the remaining volumes of YOUNG AMERICA ABROAD will soon follow.

HARRISON SQUARE, MASS.,

October 28, 1869.

CONTENTS.

CHAPTER PAGE

I. CONFUSION IN THE SHIP. 11

II. CLOSE QUARTERS. 27

III. A GATHERING STORM. 42

IV. THE YOUNG AMERICAN MUTINY. 57

V. THE ORDER OF THE FAITHFUL. 73

VI. IN THE STEERAGE. 89

VII. THE VISIT TO THE HOLD. 106

VIII. SHORT OF WATER. 123

IX. THE LAST OF THE MUTINEERS. 140

X. WHAT THE RUNAWAYS WERE GOING TO DO. 158

XI. A SHORT LECTURE ON GERMANY. 174

XII. A MYSTERIOUS MOVEMENT. 191

XIII. FROM STRASBURG TO CONSTANCE. 207

XIV. THE STORM ON LAKE CONSTANCE. 224

XV. LADY FEODORA AND SIR WILLIAM. 241

XVI. UP THE MEDITERRANEAN. 260

XVII. HEIDELBERG AND HOMBURG. 279

XVIII. CASTLES, VINEYARDS, AND MOUNTAINS. 296

XIX. COBLENZ AND COLOGNE. 309

XX. HOMEWARD BOUND. 332

DOWN THE RHINE;

OR,

YOUNG AMERICA IN GERMANY.

CHAPTER I.

CONFUSION IN THE SHIP.

"All hands pipe to muster, ahoy!" screamed the new boatswain of the

Young America, as he walked towards the forecastle of the ship,

occasionally sounding a shrill blast upon his whistle.

At the same time the corresponding officer in the Josephine performed

a similar service; and in a moment every officer and seaman in both

vessels had taken his station. The squadron lay at anchor off the

harbor of Havre. The students had returned the day before from a

delightful tour through France and Switzerland--all except the

thirty-one who had preferred to take a cruise on their own account in

the Josephine; and these had been performing ship's duty, and making up

back lessons, while the vessel lay at anchor in the port of Brest.

Perhaps it was not strictly true that these malcontents were sick of

the game of running away, but it is strictly true that they were

disgusted with the penalty which had been imposed upon them by the

authorities of the Academy. It is to be regretted that they were not

moved to penitence by their punishment, and that they were ripe for any

new rebellion which promised to be even a partial success. They had

been deprived of seeing Paris,--which is France,--and the beautiful

scenery of Switzerland, by their folly; and they had taste enough to

realize that they had sacrificed the best part of a tour in Europe.

Those who had participated in the excursion were enthusiastic in their

belief that they had had a good time; and the frequent discussion of

the pleasures of the trip did not tend to diminish the discontent of

the runaways. It was absolutely intolerable to think they had been

compensating for past deficiencies in their studies, while their

shipmates were gazing upon the magnificent palaces of Paris, the

picturesque cottages, and the sublime mountain scenery of Switzerland.

Perhaps their temper was not improved by the reflection that others had

been permitted to enjoy what they were not allowed to see, for envy is

one of the ugliest and most uncomfortable of human passions. Boys, like

men and women, fret because they cannot have what others possess,

either as the gift of partial Fortune, or as the reward of their own

superior skill and perseverance.

If the runaways had not learned wisdom from their failure, they had

acquired discretion. The leaders in the mad scheme could now see just

why and wherefore they had failed; and they believed--if they were to

have the opportunity to do the deed over again--they could make a

success of it. The machinery of the secret organization was now

disgusting to them, though it had enabled them to make the capture of

the vessel. They were disposed to cast it all aside, and resort to new

methods for future occasions. As a general rule, they were wise enough

to keep still, and only among themselves did they express their chagrin

and disappointment, or suggest that they were not entirely cured of

their tendency to run away. The strict discipline of the squadron could

not be evaded, and they were compelled to perform all their duties.

It was the beginning of a new term in the school. New officers had

succeeded the old ones, or the position of the latter had been

materially changed. The members of the order of the Knights of the

Golden Fleece found themselves scattered by the new arrangement. Not

less than a dozen of them had been transferred to the consort, while

Tom Perth, the leading spirit of the runaways, had attained to the

dignity of second master of the ship, more by his natural abilities

than by any efforts he had made to win a high place. As yet he had

found no opportunity to arrange a plan for further operations with his

confederates, for Mr. Fluxion, the vice-principal, was in the charge of

the schooner, and his eyes and ears were always open. The return of the

tourists from their excursion restored the routine on board of the

vessels.

Everything was changed, and at first hardly an officer knew where he

belonged, or what his duty was. Confusion reigned on board the ship and

her consort, while the students were finding and preparing their new

berths. Happily, the changes were all made before dinner time, and

everything settled down into its wonted order and regularity. After the

midday meal was served, all hands were piped to muster, in order that

the officers and seamen might be exercised in their new situations. The

details of sea duty were well understood by all. Those alone who had

been promoted from the steerage to the after cabin were in the dark in

regard to their duty, though in these instances the parties had a

general idea of what was required of them. But it was necessary to have

the crew ready to work together, for the seaman who had hauled on the

weather-brace in tacking was now an officer, and the stations of many

were new and strange to them.

Shuffles in the ship, and Terrill in the consort, proceeded to execute

all the manoeuvres required in handling the vessel, from getting under

way to coming to anchor again. Nearly all the officers and crew were

zealous to perform their several parts correctly; but there were enough

of the discontented ones, who shirked as much as possible, to create

considerable confusion. The captain of the Young America was not

satisfied with the manner in which the various evolutions were

performed; so he began at the beginning, and went over all the ground

again, to the great disgust of the runaways in his crew, who had been

doing this sort of thing for four weeks, while the others were enjoying

the beauties of the mountain scenery.

"What's the matter, Captain Shuffles?" asked Commodore Kendall, when

the commander finished the routine a second time, and was still

dissatisfied with the result.

"It doesn't work well," replied Shuffles, biting his lip.

"A new broom sweeps clean, they say," laughed the flag officer.

"Perhaps you are more particular than your predecessors were."

"I think not. The ship would have miss-stayed under such handling as we

have to-day, to say nothing of the clumsy look of it," continued the

new captain. "I shouldn't wish to be out in a gale with a crew as slack

as ours is just now."

"What's the trouble?" asked the commodore, rather anxiously. "I saw

that things did not work well."

"There is trouble somewhere, and I think I can see where it is."

"What is it?"

"Certain parties in this ship don't like me very well, just now."

"You mean the runaways," suggested Paul.

"Of course."

"They are making a mistake if they are slack in their duty," added the

commodore, rather indignantly. "They wish to go with us on our next

excursion: but I don't think they can win the privilege in this

manner."

"Wilton and Howe are doing all they can to make things go wrong," said

Captain Shuffles, who was more in sorrow than in anger at the conduct

of these worthies. "If they are doing it to spite me, they are only

spiting themselves. I am going through these manoeuvres until they are

a little more ship-shape, at least."

The new captain ordered all hands to take their stations for getting

under way, and Commodore Kendall went aft, though he still carefully

observed the conduct of the seamen. The clumsiness, and the intentional

blunders of certain of the crew seemed to indicate that there was a

conspiracy to defeat the purposes of the commander. First, Howe tumbled

down while the hands were walking round the capstan; Spencer stumbled

over him, and a dozen boys were thrown in a pile upon them. Then

Richmond and Merrick dropped their handspikes overboard, through an

open port, when the order was given to restore these articles to their

proper places.

Little snarled himself up in the gasket on the fore-topsail yard, and

dropped off, as though he had fallen, though he clung to the rope, and

was brought up with a jerk ten or twelve feet below the spar. Some of

his gang, believing he had really fallen, screamed, and the attention

of the whole crew was drawn off from their duty. When the fore-topmast

staysail and jib were to be set, somebody had fouled the down-hauls, so

that they could not be hoisted. There was a kink in the halyards of the

main-top gallant-sail, so that it would not run through the block.

Clewlines, clew-garnets, leachlines, and buntlines were in a snarl. The

zeal of those who were striving to do their duty faithfully seemed to

make the matter worse, and the officers found it difficult to determine

who really made the mischief; for the malcontents pretended to be as

enthusiastic as their shipmates. Strong expressions and hard words were

freely used by the vexed seamen, and certainly such a scene of

confusion had never before been observed on board of the ship, even

when a large proportion of the crew were green hands.

Captain Shuffles was deeply grieved by the misconduct of the crew; for,

standing on the quarter-deck, he could not distinguish between the

intentional and the unintentional blunders of the crew, and therefore

believed that the disaffection was much more extensive than was really

the case. The zealous efforts of one portion of the crew to rectify the

mistakes of another portion only increased the confusion, and some of

those who were actually doing their best appeared to be the real

authors of the difficulty. The captain was drilling his crew in

simultaneous movements, and it was difficult, if not impossible, to

ascertain exactly the source of the unwonted confusion.

While the routine of evolutions was thus bunglingly performed, the

principal and the professors, who had been discussing an interesting

question of discipline in the main cabin, came on deck. Perhaps the

fact that Mr. Lowington was not on deck had encouraged the conspirators

in creating the confusion which pervaded the decks and rigging. As he

was the last to ascend the companion-way, he paused on the steps, with

his head on a level with the deck, to note the precision of the drill.

He was not noticed by the conspirators, and, unfortunately for them,

they continued in their career of insubordination. The quick eye of the

principal readily detected the nature of the mischief, though it was as

impossible for him as for the officers immediately to indicate the

authors of the confusion which prevailed throughout the ship.

"This does not look much like going down the Rhine this week," said Mr.

Lowington to Commodore Kendall, as he stepped upon the quarter-deck.

"I don't think it does, sir," replied Paul, grieved and indignant at

the miserable exhibition of seamanship which the crew then presented.

"This is a strange sight on board of this ship," added the principal,

biting his lips with vexation, for, as usual, when the young tars

displayed their seamanship, there were plenty of spectators on shore,

and on board of other vessels in the roadstead.

"I certainly never saw anything like it since we first began to learn

ship's duty in Brockway harbor."

"The crew appear to be hazing the new officers," continued Mr.

Lowington, who could not fail to perceive that a large portion of the

apparent blundering was intentional.

"Of course there isn't a seaman on board who does not know his duty."

"They are not familiar yet with their new stations, and a little

confusion is unavoidable," said Mr. Lowington, willing to make all

reasonable allowances.

"But they have already been through the routine two or three times,"

suggested Paul.

"Are the crew dissatisfied with the election?" asked the principal.

"I have not heard any dissatisfaction expressed; but I suppose some of

them don't like Shuffles, especially those who went off in the

Josephine."

"There are not twenty of them left in the ship; and it seems as though

the whole crew were engaged in this frolic."

At this moment a gang of the waist men, who were walking away with the

main-topsail sheets, were suddenly piled up in a pyramid on deck. The

second fellow in the line had fallen down; the next had tripped over

him, and those that followed tumbled into the heap. It is more than

probable that some, whose estimate of the value of good order was not

very high, though they were tolerably good boys in the main, were

tempted by their love of fun to take part in what appeared to them only

a frolic. A scene of violent confusion ensued in this particular part

of the deck. Some, who were near the bottom of the pile, were hurt by

those who fell upon them, and the tempers of others were not improved

by the mishap. Hard words followed, those at the bottom blaming those

at the top, and those at the top growling at those at the bottom. Some

were rubbing their elbows, others their shins, and all appeared to be

anxious to ascertain who had produced the mischief.

"Pipe to muster, Captain Shuffles," said the principal, stepping up to

the bewildered commander. "We have had about enough of this."

Shuffles gave the order to the first lieutenant, and it was duly

transmitted to the boatswain, whose shrill pipe soon assembled the

whole ship's company in the waist.

"We shall catch it now," said Spencer, one of the runaways, to Howe, as

they met near the rail, a little outside of the crowd.

"No matter; he is only going to preach to us," replied Howe through the

corner of his mouth, while he tried to look as innocent as one of the

chaplain's lambs.

"We shall not have a chance to go down the Rhine if we do things in

this way."

"I don't want to go down the Rhine; at least, not till I have been

through Paris and Switzerland."

"But we want to go ashore with the other fellows, or we shall have no

chance to go anywhere."

"Shut up! Don't talk about that here. If we don't go, no one will go.

This is bully! We shall get things mixed so that the officers won't

know a lamb from a goat."

"Bob Shuffles hasn't made much yet as captain," laughed Spencer.

"We'll get even with him yet," added Howe, still talking through the

corner of his mouth, and looking all the time at the principal, who had

taken his place on the hatch.

Mr. Lowington, as the rogue had suggested, only intended to "preach."

He had observed the insubordination of the crew, and he regretted it

exceedingly, for he was as careful of the reputation of the ship as of

his own. There was an evident intention on the part of a large portion

of the ship's company to haze the new officers. Such a purpose was

unworthy of the character of young gentlemen, and he hoped that such

conduct as he had just witnessed would be discontinued. In a day or two

he purposed to start for Germany, but he could not leave the ship

unless he was satisfied that every one on board knew his duty; for on

their return they might be compelled, by some unforeseen event, to go

to sea at once, and the crew did not appear to know how to set and furl

a sail. The officers, from the captain to the lowest rank, appeared to

have performed their duty faithfully; and all the trouble was in the

execution of their orders. In conclusion, he announced that the drill

would be resumed in half an hour, and directed the commander to pipe

down.

"That didn't hurt anybody," said Howe, as he walked forward with

Spencer. "Let us keep it up."

"We may get caught at it."

"No need of that. Accidents will happen."

"Yes; but they don't happen all over the ship at the same time."

"Well, they may, you know," laughed Howe. "In fact, I don't see how

accidents are to be avoided while we have such a fellow as Shuffles for

captain. If there is any one in the ship that I despise, it is

Shuffles."

"So say we all of us!"

"The snivelling, canting, whining puppy! Have you any idea that his

merit-marks made him captain of the ship?" continued Howe.

"I suppose they did."

"Tell that to the marines! Wasn't he acknowledged to be the worst

fellow in the ship when we crossed the Atlantic? Wasn't he the

ringleader in all mischief and scrapes?"

"But he has reformed."

"Reformed!" sneered Howe. "He has turned hypocrite, if that is what you

mean by reformed. I don't believe in that sort of bosh."

"He's the pet of the principal and the instructors."

"Yes; and they have given him marks enough to make him captain, just to

show good fellows, like you and me, what a saint can do. It is all

humbug! Why, he got more marks than Kendall, Gordon, Haven, and the

rest of those cabin nobs, who are fit to enter the senior class in a

college. I am satisfied that his merit-roll was doctored so as to make

it come out as it did."

"I don't believe Lowington would do any such thing as that," suggested

Spencer, shaking his head.

"Don't you? Well, I do. What's the use of talking! Didn't Shuffles jump

from the steerage into the captain's state-room?"

"Any other fellow may do the same thing. Look at Tom Perth, who lost a

heap of marks for running off in the Josephine, as the rest of us did.

He is second master. If it hadn't been for our scrape, very likely he

would have been captain."

"Don't you believe it."

"If Lowington had not been fair, and let every fellow go just where his

marks carried him, Perth would not have had a place in the cabin."

"O, the principal only wanted to break us up by taking our best fellow

away from us. He couldn't drive Tom Perth, and now he's going to lead

him--bait him with sugar and offices."

"Some of the fellows say Shuffles can't handle the ship without the

help of the principal," said Spencer.

"Of course he can't!" exclaimed Howe. "Hasn't he proved that already?

If Paul Kendall had been captain, he would have spotted every fellow

that made any trouble. Let us keep it up, Spencer, and we shall soon

prove that Shuffles can't handle the ship. That will be enough to

satisfy me."

The approach of an officer interrupted the conversation; but Howe

passed from one to another of the malcontents, and instructed them what

to do in the next drill. They were to create all the confusion they

could in the discharge of their duty. They were to misunderstand the

orders, and to blunder in the execution of them, in such a manner as to

conceal their own agency in the mischief, and divide the responsibility

of it among their companions. The runaway crew of the Josephine,

mortified at their failure, were still fretting because they had not

visited Paris and Switzerland. They were ready to listen to evil

counsels, and regarding Howe as their leader since the promotion of

Perth, they promised to follow his instructions to the letter.

"What are we going to make by it?" demanded Sheffield, who doubted the

policy of the proceeding.

"We are going to prove, in the first place, that Shuffles can't handle

the ship," replied Howe.

"Perhaps you may prove it, even if you don't believe what you prove."

"But I do believe he can't handle the ship."

"I don't. I hate Shuffles as bad as any fellow, but I believe he is as

good a sailor as any person on board, man or boy."

"That's all in your eye!" retorted Howe, contemptuously. "He may be

able to get along while we are lying in port, but I should like to see

him work the ship in a gale of wind."

"He can do it," answered Sheffield, confidently. "But he is a flunky,

and spoiled all our fun in the Josephine. I am willing to throw him

over for being a hypocrite, and selling us out as he did. What else are

we to gain?"

"We shall help along our chances of going down the Rhine, and,"

whispered Howe, "of seeing Paris and Switzerland."

"I don't see it."

"Well, I do. If we cave in and pretend to be lambs when we are lions,

we shall have to do duty while the rest of the fellows are having a

good time on shore. If we show that we are still wide awake, Lowington

will take us with him, because he will not dare to leave us on board."

"He will leave Fluxion with us."

"Not much! I heard some of the fellows say that Fluxion was going to

Italy to see his mother, or his sister, or somebody that is sick

there."

"I heard that."

"If it is true, Lowington will not leave us behind, especially if he

finds we are not as gentle as lambs."

"Perhaps not; but as the matter stands, we are already condemned to

stay on board during the rest of the season."

"I know that; but Lowington will let us off."

"He will be more likely to do so if we behave well."

"Not he! Don't you believe it."

"They say Shuffles is teasing him to remit the rest of the penalty."

"Shuffles!"

"That's so; and Lowington promised to consider the matter. Tom Perth

told me this; and he heard Shuffles talking to the principal about it."

"Humph! I don't want to go on those terms," replied Howe, in disgust.

"That's some more of Shuffles's cant! One of his sensations! He

thinks he whipped us out on board of the Josephine, and now he wants to

be magnanimous with his victims. If we go with the crowd, it will be

because Lowington is afraid to leave us behind. We are not a set of

babies, Sheffield, to be whipped and sent to bed when we are naughty.

Neither are we sailors before the mast, to be kicked here and there, at

the pleasure of our masters. What do you suppose the fellows came to

Europe for, if it was not to see the country? Are we to be left on

board just because we went on a little lark? Not much!"

"That's all very good, but it won't go down," laughed Sheffield.

"I'm not going to eat humble pie for any one. Do you mean to tell me I

am not as good a fellow as Bob Shuffles?"

"I didn't say you were not."

"Am I not his equal?" demanded Howe.

"I suppose you are, if you behave as well."

"Behave as well!" sneered the orator. "I behave well enough, and I'm

not going to be put down, nor beg my rights of Bob Shuffles. If I am

left on board, for one, when the fellows go down the Rhine, I intend to

break things."

"Don't break your own head."

"Let me alone for that. If our fellows have any spirit at all, they

will not be left behind. In the next drill, things will be mixed, and

no one can tell who makes the mischief. Our fellows are not the only

ones that don't like Shuffles, and you will find that about half the

crew will help snarl things up. Now, keep your weather eye open,

Sheffield. Take my advice, and don't whimper. Our fellows have a little

business in Paris and Switzerland, and we shall attend to it in a week

or two. There goes the pipe. Mind your eye, Sheffield."

The boatswain's call sounded through the ship, and officers and crew

hastened to their stations.

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