The Real America in Romance, Volume 10 | Page 2

from Fernando
Stevens, the hero of this volume, the reader may derive some idea of
pioneer life as it then was. Fernando Stevens was a namesake of the
cabin-boy of Christopher Columbus on his first voyage to America,
Hernando Estevan, of whom he was a lineal descendant. The hero of
this volume was a son of Albert Stevens, a Revolutionary soldier, who
was a son of Colonel Noah Stevens, of the French and Indian War, who
was a son of Elmer Stevens of early Virginia history, a son of Robert
Stevens of the time of Bacon's Rebellion. He was a son of John Smith
Stevens, of the early Virginia history, who was the son of Philip
Stevens, or Philip Estevan, the young Spaniard who was the personal
friend of Captain John Smith and helped lay the foundation of
Jamestown. He was a son of Francisco Estevan of St. Augustine, who
was a son of Christopher Estevan of Cuba, a companion of Pizarro and
De Soto, and he was a son of Hernando Estevan, who went as
cabin-boy with Columbus on his memorable first voyage in which he
discovered the Western Hemisphere.
This scion of a long line of stalwart but not famous ancestors is the one
whose adventures we now narrate. Like his ancestors, he was only one
of the rank and file of Americans, whose names are seldom seen in
print, but who, after all, go to make up the true history of our glorious
republic. Fernando's adventures, with those of Morgianna, the
mysterious waif of the sea, form the romance of this story.
JOHN E. MUSICK.
KIRKSVILLE, Mo., July 11th, 1893.

TABLE OF CONTENTS.
CHAPTER I.

THE YOUNG EMIGRANT
CHAPTER II.
MORGIANNA
CHAPTER III.
JEFFERSONIANISM
CHAPTER IV.
BRITISH CRUISERS
CHAPTER V.
FERNANDO'S JOURNEY EAST. HE MEETS WITH QUEER
PEOPLE
CHAPTER VI.
WAR FEELING OF 1811
CHAPTER VII.
FERNANDO'S FRIEND GETS HIM INTO A SERIOUS SCRAPE
CHAPTER VIII.
THE BELLE OF THE BEACH
CHAPTER IX.
THE ENGLISHMAN'S DILEMMA
CHAPTER X.

THE SILENT GUNNER
CHAPTER XI.
SHIPWRECK, ESCAPE AND RETURN TO OHIO
CHAPTER XII.
WAR
CHAPTER XIII.
THE PEACE PARTY
CHAPTER XIV.
FERNANDO SEES SERVICE
CHAPTER XV.
ON LAND
CHAPTER XVI.
ON WATER
CHAPTER XVII.
THE CRUISER'S THREAT
CHAPTER XVIII.
THE SAVING SHOT
CHAPTER XIX.
NEW ORLEANS

CHAPTER XX.
CONCLUSION
HISTORICAL INDEX
CHRONOLOGY

LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS.
They took a last look at the spots which were hallowed by association
Emigrants' wagon crossing a stream
Morgianna
Carried the ship by the board after a terrible hand-to-hand conflict
Stephen Decatur
"Do you think dar is any Angler-Saxun blood in dese veins?"
Fulton's Clermont, the first steamboat
As near perfection as a girl of sixteen can be
That smile and that eternal stare disconcerted the British officer
"You surrender easily,"
He sat down on a broken mast
The boatswain's mate brought the terrible scourge hissing and crackling
on the young and tender back
He saw Captain Bones and his lieutenant trying to hide behind a barrel
It soon became evident that he did not intend to drown her

Henry Clay
John C. Calhoun
"Lave it all to me"
James Madison
Tecumseh
"My brave Kentucky lads, to us is accorded the honor of winning this
battle. Forward!"
They came together in an earnest struggle
"My father will protect me; I want no other protection"
Sukey's thumb lifted the hammer of his gun
Packenham fell bleeding and dying in the arms of Sir Duncan
McDougal
Map of the period

SUSTAINED HONOR.
CHAPTER I.
THE YOUNG EMIGRANT.
[Illustration]
The first recollections of Fernando Stevens, the hero of this romance,
were of "moving." He was sitting on his mother's knee. How long he
had been sitting there he did not know, nor did he know how he came
there; but he knew that it was his mother and that they were in a great
covered wagon, and that he had a sister and brother, older than himself,

in the wagon. The wagon was filled with household effects, which he
seemed to know belonged to that mother on whose knee he sat and that
father who was sitting on the box driving the horses which pulled the
wagon. Fernando Stevens was never exactly certain as to his age at the
time of this experience; but he could not have been past three, and
perhaps not more than two years old, when he thus found himself with
his father's family and all their effects in a wagon going somewhere.
He knew not from whence they came, nor did he know whither they
were going. It was pleasant to sit on his mother's knee and with his
great blue eyes watch those monster horses jogging along dragging
after them the great world, which in his limited comprehension was all
the world he knew,--the covered wagon. Suddenly some bright,
revolving object attracted his