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Title: Crown and Anchor
Under the Pen'ant

Author: John Conroy Hutcheson

Illustrator: John B. Greene

Release Date: March 25, 2008 [EBook #24916]

Language: English

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Produced by Nick Hodson of London, England

Crown and Anchor, by John Conroy Hutcheson.

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This book is by a really good contemporary authority on how vessels of
the Royal Navy were managed in the late nineteenth century, therefore
every page rings true. Some of the best parts are quite early in the
book, when our hero and his ship go to investigate a sinking wreck in
the Bay of Biscay, which had been reported to them by a French warship
they had encountered.

The vessel is sent on to other stations, and in particular to the China
one, where several notable incidents occur. This book is a very good
yarn, and it makes a very good audiobook.

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CROWN AND ANCHOR, BY JOHN CONROY HUTCHESON.

CHAPTER ONE.

AN OLD SEA-LION.

"Hullo, Dad!" I cried out, stopping abruptly in front of the red
granite coloured Reform Club, down the marble steps of which a
queer-looking old gentleman was slowly descending. "Who is that funny
old fellow there? He's just like that `old clo'' man we saw at the
corner of the street this morning, only that he hasn't got three hats
on, one on top of another, the same as the other chap had!"

We were walking along Pall Mall on our way from Piccadilly to Whitehall,
where my father intended calling in at the Admiralty to put in a sort of
official appearance on his return to England after a long period of
foreign service; and Dad was taking advantage of the opportunity to show
me a few of the sights of London that came within our ken, everything
being strange to me, for I had never set foot in the metropolis before
the previous evening, when mother and I had come up by a late train from
the little Hampshire village where we lived, to meet fath