ry. They also made him write their names on a piece of
paper so that when the next uprising should come they might be sent for.
And they solemnly organized a secret society among themselves to last
until the time when they would be old enough to join the Carbonari.

From that day Giuseppe kept his eyes open for any other refugees who
might be roaming through the streets of Nice. Occasionally he found some
war-worn soldier or sailor whom the authorities allowed to sit in the
sun in one of the city squares or down on the quays, but younger and
more active refugees were scarce, and preferred to cross the frontier to
Marseilles.

Giuseppe and Raffaelle and Cesare, however, were not to be discouraged,
and as soon as they could they laid their hands on long cloaks and
broad-brimmed hats, and dressed as nearly as possible like their
black-haired friend. They invented countersigns and mottoes, planned
conspiracies, and patterned themselves as nearly after the Carbonari as
they could. But there was no new uprising at that time, and so after a
while the boys lost interest in the game of conspiracy.

His old love of the sea came back more strongly than ever to Giuseppe,
and he begged his father to take him with him on his next cruise. His
mother thought he was too young to leave the Church school, but the boy,
already large and strong for his years, was growing very restless, and
there was no telling what mischief he might get into if he were kept at
home.

In the long evenings he was always asking his father to describe to him
the strange cities he had visited on his travels. He begged him
especially to tell him about Rome and her seven wonderful hills, the
city which from his earliest childhood had fascinated him more than any
other place in the world.

"Do you think I'll ever get to Rome, father?" Giuseppe would ask.

"Yes. We'll go there together some day before long, little son," his
father would answer.

So indeed they did. When Giuseppe was about fifteen years old he was
allowed to make his first long voyage on a brigantine bound from Nice to
Odessa, and a year later he sailed on his father's felucca to Rome. The
city of the Caesars seemed even more wonderful than he had dreamed. It
was the heart of the world to him, and he never forgot the deep
impression that first sight of it made upon him.

After his first voyage the young Garibaldi sailed with many captains and
saw a great deal of the world, rounding Cape Horn