Oliver was a winsome baby and he grew strong and beautiful very fast.
Every one loved him, for he thought all strangers were friends, and was never afraid of them.
Indeed he was not afraid of anything, for to him there was no danger. We shall see that he kept this same fearlessness all through his life.
When he was three years old, he was playing one day with an older child, in the road near his grandfather"s house. A man was seen coming rapidly towards them on horseback. The elder child ran out of the way, calling to Oliver to do the same.
The little fellow sat quite still, however, until the horse was nearly upon him. As the horseman drew rein, Oliver looked up into his face and said, "Man, you will not ride over me, will you?"
[Ill.u.s.tration: CHILDHOOD HOME OF OLIVER PERRY.]
The gentleman, who was a friend of the family"s, carried him into the house, and told the story.
When scarcely more than a baby, Oliver sat upon his mother"s knee, while she taught him letters and words. It was not long before he could read quite well. By the time he was five years old, there were two other babies to keep the beautiful, loving mother busy. So it was thought best to send Oliver to school.
Not far from the Perrys", there lived an old gentleman whom the people loved because of his goodness of heart. As there was no school near by, he had often been asked to teach the neighborhood children.
The good old man was notoriously lazy, and consented upon one condition--that he should be allowed to have a bed in the schoolroom.
Teachers were few in those days, and, since there was no one else, the bed was set up. How amusing it must have been to see the children standing about the master"s bed and reciting their lessons!
It was to this strange school that little Oliver was first sent. Some girl cousins lived on the adjoining farm. Though they were all older than he, it was Oliver"s duty, each day, to take them to and from school. No one, not even the other scholars, thought this at all strange. His dignified manners always made him seem older than he really was.
One day his mother told him that he was old enough to go to school at Tower Hill, a place four miles away. Boys and girls would now think that a long way to go to school; but Oliver and his cousins did not mind the walk through the woods and over the hills.
The master of this school was so old that he had once taught Oliver"s grandfather. He was not lazy, however, and was never known to lose his temper.
It was not long until a change was made and Oliver was taken away from "old master Kelly."
For several years past, Oliver"s father had been again on the sea. He had commanded vessels on successful voyages to Europe and South America, and now he had a large income. He was therefore able to pay for better teaching for Oliver and the younger children.
So the family moved from South Kingston to Newport, a larger town, with better schools.
At first Oliver did not like the change. The discipline was much more strict than it had been in the little country schools.
His teacher, Mr. Frazer, had one serious fault. He had a violent temper which was not always controlled.
One day he became angry at Oliver and broke a ruler over his head.
Without a word, Oliver took his hat and went home. He told his mother that he would never go back.
The wise mother said nothing until the next morning. Then, giving him a note for Mr. Frazer, she told him to go to school as usual. The proud boy"s lip quivered and tears were in his eyes, but he never thought of disobeying his mother.
The note he carried was a kind one, telling Mr. Frazer that she intrusted Oliver to his care again and hoped that she would not have cause to regret it.
After this Oliver had no better friend than Mr. Frazer. On holidays they walked together to the seash.o.r.e and spent many hours wandering along the beach. The schoolmaster took great delight in teaching Oliver the rules of navigation, and the use of the instruments necessary for sailing a vessel.
Oliver learned these things so readily that it was not long until Mr.
Frazer said he was the best navigator in Rhode Island. This, of course, was not strictly true, but it showed what an apt scholar the boy was.
Oliver made many friends in Newport. Among them was the Frenchman, Count Rochambeau. The father of this man was a great general, and had once commanded some French troops who helped the Americans in the Revolutionary War.
Count Rochambeau often invited Oliver to dine with him, and one day he gave him a beautiful little watch.
When Oliver was twelve years old, his father gave up his life on the sea. The family then moved to Westerly, a little village in the southwestern part of Rhode Island.
For five years Oliver had been a faithful pupil of Mr. Frazer"s, and he was now far advanced for his years.
III.--PLANS FOR THE FUTURE.
About this time some unexpected troubles arose in our country.
France and England had been at war for years. The French were anxious that America should join in the quarrel; and when they could not bring this about by persuasion, they tried to use force.
French cruisers were sent to the American sh.o.r.es to capture merchant vessels while on their way to foreign ports.
You may be sure that this roused the people from one end of the United States to the other. Preparations for war with France were begun; and the first great need was a better navy.
At the close of the Revolutionary War, all work on government vessels had been stopped. Those that were unfinished were sold to shipping merchants. Even the ships of war that had done such good service, were sold to foreign countries. In this way, the entire American navy pa.s.sed out of existence.
But now the President, John Adams, went to work to establish a navy that should give protection to American commerce.
In the spring of 1798, a naval department was organized, with Benjamin Stoddert as the first Secretary of the Navy. The following summer was busy with active preparations. Six new frigates were built, and to these were added a number of other vessels of various kinds.
Captain Christopher Perry was given command of one of the new frigates that were being built at Warren, a small town near Bristol, Rhode Island. This vessel was to be called the _General Greene_.
In order to superintend the building of this vessel, Captain Perry, with his wife, left his quiet home in Westerly, and went to stay in Warren.
Oliver, then not quite thirteen years old, remained at home to take charge of the family.
He saw that his sister and brothers went to school regularly. He bought all the family provisions. Each day he wrote to his father and mother, telling them about home affairs. In the meantime, he was busily planning what his work in life should be.
His mother had taught him that a man must be brave, and always ready to serve his country. She had told him many stories of battles fought long ago in her native land across the sea.
Oliver had lived most of his life in sight of the sea, and had spent many hours with seamen. It is not strange, therefore, that he should decide,--"I wish to be a captain like my father."
He had heard of the troubles with France, and he longed to help defend his country. And so at last he wrote to his father, asking permission to enter the navy. It was a manly letter, telling all his reasons for his choice.
The consent was readily given, and Oliver soon afterward received an appointment as midshipman on his father"s vessel, the _General Greene_.
IV.--THE CRUISE IN THE WEST INDIES.
In the meantime, the people grew more eager for war. An army had been raised to drive back the French, should they attempt to invade the land. George Washington, though nearly sixty-seven years of age, had been appointed commander in chief of the American forces.
In February, 1799, one of the new frigates, the _Constellation_, under Captain Truxton, defeated and captured a French frigate of equal size.
By spring the _General Greene_ was completed, and Captain Perry was ordered to sail for the West Indies.
[Ill.u.s.tration: CAPT. THOMAS TRUXTON.]