CHAPTER XXVII.
THE BULL-FIGHT AT SEVILLE.
“Now we are under the meteor flag of old England,” said Clyde Blacklock, the fourth lieutenant of the Prince, after the squadron had come to anchor off the Rock.
“Do you call that the meteor flag of England?” laughed Murray, as he pointed to the stars and stripes at the peak of the steamer.
“We are in British waters anyhow,” replied Clyde.
“That’s so; but the flag you are under just now is the glorious flag of the United States of America—long may it wave!”
“They are both glorious flags,” said Dr. Winstock; “and both nations ought to be proud of what they have done for the human race.”
“And Johnny Bull is the father of Brother Jonathan,” added Clyde.
“There is the sunset gun,” said the doctor, as the report pealed across the water, and a cloud of smoke rose from one of the numerous batteries on the shore. “The gates of the town are closed now, and no one is allowed to enter or leave after this hour.”
The surgeon continued to point out various buildings and batteries, rather to prevent the students from engaging in an international wrangle, to which a few were somewhat inclined, than for any other reason, though he was always employed in imparting information to them.