He was not disappointed in this. He was in Copenhagen but a few weeks, when he received the offer of a position in the Russian navy, with the rank of rear-admiral.
He gave up the hope of the prize money, and started in April, 1788, for St. Petersburg.
The story of his trip to Russia shows what a fearless man he was. No danger was too great for him to brave, in order to accomplish any purpose he had in mind.
In order to reach St. Petersburg with the least delay, he went to Stockholm, Sweden. Here he took an open boat and crossed the Baltic Sea, which was full of floating ice.
He did not let the boatmen know of his intentions until they were well out at sea. Then, pistol in hand, he compelled the unwilling men to steer for the Russian sh.o.r.e.
For four days and nights they were out in the open boats, carefully steering through the ice, and many times barely escaping death.
When, at last, they arrived safely at a Russian port on the Gulf of Finland, he rewarded the boatmen and gave them a new boat and provisions for their return. Scarcely would any one believe the story, as such a trip had never been made before, and was thought to be impossible.
He hurried on to St. Petersburg, where he was warmly welcomed. The story of his trip across the Baltic, added to other tales of his bravery, caused the empress to show him many favors.
XIV.--SAD DISAPPOINTMENTS.
After a few days in St. Petersburg, Paul Jones hurried on to the Black Sea to take command of his fleet. But he again met with disappointments.
He was not given the command of the whole fleet, as he had expected.
Instead, he was given only half, Prince Na.s.sau commanding the remainder.
Both of these men were under a still higher authority, Prince Potemkin.
Potemkin was as fond of glory as was Paul Jones. He and Na.s.sau were both jealous of the foreigner, and Potemkin finally succeeded in having Paul Jones recalled to St. Petersburg.
He arrived there, full of sorrow, because he had achieved no fame. More trouble was in store for him. Some jealous conspirators so blackened his character that the empress would not allow him to appear at court.
Even after proving his innocence to the satisfaction of the empress, he could not regain his former position.
About this time his health began to fail. Sick, both in body and mind, he went back to Paris in 1790, having been in Russia about eighteen months.
It was nearly a year afterward, before he gave up all hope of regaining a position in the Russian service. When the empress refused him this, he quietly waited for death.
This occurred on the 18th of July, 1792, in his lodgings in Paris. His pride and love of t.i.tles had left him. He told his friends that he wished no longer to be called Admiral or Chevalier.
He wished to be simply a "citizen of the United States."
The National a.s.sembly of France decreed him a public funeral, and many of the greatest men of the time followed his body to the tomb. The place of his burial has been forgotten.
The most enduring monument to his memory is to be found in the grateful recollections of his countrymen. The name of Paul Jones, the first naval hero of America, will not be forgotten so long as the stars and stripes float over the sea.
THE STORY OF OLIVER HAZARD PERRY
[Ill.u.s.tration: Oliver Hazard Perry]
THE STORY OF OLIVER HAZARD PERRY.
I.--HOW THE PERRY FAMILY CAME TO RHODE ISLAND.
A very long time ago, there lived in England a young Quaker whose name was Edmund Perry.
At that time the Quakers were much persecuted. They were a quiet and peace-loving people, and would not serve in the army. They had their own religious meetings, and refused to pay money for the support of the Church of England. For these reasons, they were imprisoned, beaten, and driven from their homes.
Edmund Perry believed that the Quakers were right, and he could not endure these persecutions. So, in 1650, he came to America to live.
Thirty years before that time, a company of Pilgrims had left England because they also wished to be free to worship G.o.d as they chose. They had founded a colony at Plymouth, which is now in the state of Ma.s.sachusetts.
Edmund Perry thought that in this settlement of Pilgrims he could surely live peaceably in the enjoyment of his own belief. He did not stay long in Plymouth, however. His Quaker religion was hated there, as it had been in England; and the Pilgrims did not wish to have any one in their colony who did not agree with them.
Not far from Plymouth was the colony of Rhode Island, which had been founded by Roger Williams. Roger Williams declared that a man is responsible for his opinions only to G.o.d and his own conscience, and that no one has any right to punish him for his belief.
The people in the Rhode Island colony did not quarrel with one another about religion, but lived together in peace.
Edmund Perry thought that this was the place where he could make a home for himself and his family. He therefore purchased a large tract of land on the sh.o.r.es of Narragansett Bay, near what is now the site of South Kingston.
Here he lived for the rest of his life, at peace with all about him, even his Indian neighbors. His descendants also lived in this neighborhood. Among them were judges, lawyers, and doctors, as well as farmers and mechanics; and they were always highly respected in the colony.
Christopher Raymond Perry, a great-great-grandson of Edmund Perry, was born in December, 1761.
At that time there were thirteen colonies or great settlements of English people at different places along the Atlantic coast of what is now the United States. But troubles had already begun to brew between the people of these colonies and the king of England. These troubles finally led to the Revolutionary War.
Christopher Perry, although a mere boy, was one of the first persons in Rhode Island to offer himself for this war. He joined a company of volunteers known as the "Kingston Reds"; but soon afterwards left the army and entered the navy. Here he served, having many adventures, until the close of the war, in 1783.
He had become very fond of a sailor"s life, and when there was no more use for him in the navy he obtained a place on a merchant vessel, and went on a cruise to Ireland.
During the homeward voyage he became acquainted with one of the pa.s.sengers, a beautiful girl of Scotch descent, whose name was Sara Alexander. Soon after their arrival in America, their friendship ripened into love, and in 1784 they were married in Philadelphia.
Christopher Perry, though but twenty-three years of age, was then the captain of a vessel. The young couple went to live with Christopher"s father, on the old Perry estate in South Kingston.
This was then a farm of two hundred acres. The old homestead stood at the foot of a hill not far from the Narragansett sh.o.r.e.
Through the trees in a neighboring wood, shone the white stones which marked the graves of the Quaker, Edmund Perry, and many of his children and grandchildren.
The Perry family were glad to welcome Christopher"s young wife into their home. She was as intelligent as she was beautiful; and her sweet and happy disposition made every one love her.
Christopher Perry gave up his life on the sea for a time, and many happy months were spent in the old home.
On the 23d of August, 1785, their first baby boy was born. He was named for an uncle and a great-great-grandfather, Oliver Hazard Perry.
II.--SCHOOL DAYS.