reflection had indicated to
him as the enemy's goal, and the best course that now occurred to him
was to do with his fleet the exploring duty that frigates should have
done. "_No frigates_," he wrote to Sir William Hamilton; "to which has
been, and may again, be attributed the loss of the French fleet." On
his return he kept along the northern shore of the Mediterranean,
passing near Candia; but, though several vessels were spoken, he only
gathered from them that the French were not west of Sicily, nor at
Corfu. On the 19th of July, he anchored the fleet at Syracuse, having,
to use his own words, "gone a round of six hundred leagues with an
expedition incredible," and yet "as ignorant of the situation of the
enemy as I was twenty-seven days ago."

At Syracuse fresh disappointments awaited him, which only the
indomitable single-mindedness and perseverance of the man prevented
from becoming discouragements. The minister at Naples had sent
despatches to await him at Cape Passaro; when he sent for these,
thirsty for news about the French, they had been returned to Naples.
The governor of the port, despite Acton's assurances to Troubridge,
made difficulties about the admission of so many ships, and about
supplying water, which they absolutely required. This Nelson resented,
with angry contempt for the halting policy of the weak kingdom. "I
have had so much said about the King of Naples' orders only to admit
three or four of the ships of our fleet into his ports, that I am
astonished. I understood that private orders, at least, would have
been given for our free admission. If we are to be refused supplies,
pray send me by many vessels an account, that I may in good time take
the King's fleet to Gibraltar. Our treatment is scandalous for a great
nation to put up with, and the King's flag is insulted at every
friendly port we look at." "I wish to know your and Sir William's
plans for going down the Mediterranean," he wrote to Lady Hamilton,
"for, if we are to be kicked in every port of the Sicilian dominions,
the sooner we are gone the better. Good God! how sensibly I feel our
treatment. I have only to pray I may find the French and throw all my
vengeance on them."

These words show the nervous exasperation superinduced by the
tremendous strain of official anxiety and mortified ambition; for the
governor's objections were purely formal and perfunctory, as was the
Court's submission to the French. "Our present wants," he admi