Part 19 (2/2)

Hull is a short and stout man. As he leans over to give the order to fire, his breeches burst from hip to knee. The men roar with laughter. There is no time to waste, however, and so he finishes the battle in his laughable plight.

An officer, pointing to the captain, cries, ”Hull her, boys! hull her!”

The men, catching the play upon words, shout, ”Hull her! Yes, we'll hull her!”

{178} ”Old Ironsides” now lets fly a terrible broadside at close range. The Guerriere's mizzenmast goes overboard.

”My lads, you have made a brig of that craft!” cries Hull.

”Wait a moment, sir, and we'll make her a sloop!” shout back the sailors.

Sure enough, the Guerriere swings round and gets a raking fire, which cuts away the foremast and much of the rigging, and leaves her a helpless hulk in the trough of the sea. The flag goes down with the rigging, and there is nothing to do but to surrender.

In just thirty minutes, the British frigate is a wreck.

During the hottest part of the battle, a sailor, at least so runs the story, saw a cannon ball strike the side of the vessel and fall back into the sea.

”Hurrah, boys! hurrah for 'Old Ironsides'!” he shouted to his mates; ”her sides are made of iron.”

Some say that from this incident the nickname of ”Old Ironsides” took its origin.

Captain Hull received his old friend Dacres, kindly, on board the Const.i.tution, and said, ”I see you are wounded, Dacres. Let me help you.”

When the British captain offered his sword, Hull said, ”No, Dacres, I cannot take the sword of a man who knows so well how to use it, but I will thank you for that hat!”

[Ill.u.s.tration: Hull refuses Dacres's Sword]

Just as they were ready to blow up the Guerriere, Dacres remembered that a Bible, his wife's gift, which {179} he had carried with him for years, had been left behind. Captain Hull at once sent a boat after it.

Twenty-five years after this incident, Captain Dacres, then an admiral, gave Hull a dinner on his flags.h.i.+p, at Gibraltar, and told the ladies the story of his wife's Bible.

When ”Old Ironsides” came sailing up the harbor, on the last day of August, what a rousing reception the people of Boston gave Captain Hull and his gallant men!

All the people of the town crowded the wharves or filled the windows and the housetops overlooking the bay. The streets were gay with bunting, and there was a grand dinner, with many patriotic speeches and deafening cheers.

In less than five months after her battle with the Guerriere, the Const.i.tution had her hardest fight. It was with the Java, one of the best frigates in the British navy. Her commander, Captain Lambert, was said to be {180} one of the ablest sailors that ever handled a war s.h.i.+p. The battle took place some thirty miles off the northeast coast of Brazil.

The Const.i.tution was commanded by Captain William Bainbridge. Before this, he had done some feats of seamans.h.i.+p, but thus far in his career he had not been fortunate. As you remember, Captain Bainbridge, through no fault of his own, lost the Philadelphia off the harbor of Tripoli.

The battle began about two o'clock in the afternoon, with broadsides from both frigates.

Bainbridge was soon wounded in the hip by a musket ball; then the wheel was shattered, and a small copper bolt was driven into his thigh. Unwilling to leave the deck a moment, he had his wounds dressed while directing the battle.

Finding that he could not get near enough to the swift British frigate, Bainbridge boldly headed for the enemy. There was great risk of getting raked, but fortunately the Java's shots went wild.

[Ill.u.s.tration: ”Old Ironsides” bearing down on a British Man-of-War]

”Old Ironsides” was now within close range of the Java, and the fire of her heavy cannon soon left the British frigate dismasted and helpless. The British did not surrender, however, until every stick in the s.h.i.+p except a part of the mainmast had been cut away.

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