| Fifty Famous Stories Retold|
|by James Baldwin|
|Includes fifty legendary tales depicting certain romantic episodes in the lives of well-known heroes and famous men, or in the history of a people. Children naturally take a deep interest in such stories. The reading of them will not only give pleasure but will lay the foundation for broader literary studies, as nearly all are the subjects of frequent allusions in poetry and prose. Ages 6-9 |
THERE was a great battle at sea. One could hear nothing
but the roar of the big guns. The air was filled with
black smoke. The water was strewn with broken masts and
pieces of timber
 which the cannon balls had knocked from the ships. Many men
had been killed, and many more had been wounded.
The flagship had taken fire. The flames were breaking out
from below. The deck was all ablaze. The men who were left
alive made haste to launch a small boat. They leaped into
it, and rowed swiftly away. Any other place was safer now
than on board of that burning ship. There was powder in the
But the captain's son, young Casabianca, still stood upon the deck. The flames were almost all around him
now; but he would not stir from his post. His father had
bidden him stand there, and he had been taught always to
obey. He trusted in his father's word, and believed that when the right time came he would tell him to go.
He saw the men leap into the boat. He heard them call
to him to come. He shook his head.
"When father bids me, I will go," he said.
And now the flames were leaping up the masts. The sails
were all ablaze. The fire blew hot upon his cheek. It
scorched his hair. It was before him, behind him, all
"O father!" he cried, "may I not go now? The men have all
left the ship. Is it not time that we too should leave it?"
 He did not know that his father was lying in the burning
cabin below, that a cannon ball had struck
him dead at the very beginning of the fight. He
listened to hear his answer.
"Speak louder, father!" he cried. "I cannot hear what you
Above the roaring of the flames, above the crashing of
the falling spars, above the booming of the gulls, he
fancied that his father's voice came faintly to him through
the scorching air.
"I am here, father! Speak once again!" he gasped.
But what is that?
A great flash of light fills the air; clouds of smoke
shoot quickly upward to the sky; and—
Oh, what a terrific sound! Louder than thunder, louder
than the roar of all the guns! The air quivers; the sea
itself trembles; the sky is black.
The blazing ship is seen no more.
There was powder in the hold!
A long time ago a lady, whose name was Mrs. Hemans, wrote a
poem about this brave boy Casabianca. It is not a
very well written poem, and yet everybody has read it, and
thousands of people have
 learned it by heart. I doubt not but that some day you too
will read it. It begins in this way:—
"The boy stood on the burning deck
Whence all but him had fled;
The flame that lit the battle's wreck
Shone round him o'er the dead.
"Yet beautiful and bright he stood,
As born to rule the storm—
A creature of heroic blood,
A proud though childlike form."
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