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wfmrrvar tJiough keeping in plain sight of each
JjrsaGgir ether. They are neither of them In
JKQSC . any hurry, as the danger is past, at
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CHAPTEB XVT, Continued. I occasion Pauline, en her part, feels
In vain floes the bull-fighter seek to very near and dear to Dick, because
close. The American is .surrounded of the pertinacity with which he de
by what seems to be a living wall of , fends her. and the manner in which
fists, and every time Barcelona makes . he watches over her interests while
a fierce lunge foiward, something Dick has learned of late how very
strikes him squarely in the chest, or
administers between the eyes a blow
that makes him see stars.
He realizes that the field is lost,
since these two men must be heavily
armed, and will not scruple to use
weapons if they are pressed.
The Mexicans engaged with Colonel
Bob have had most of their enthusi
asm knocked out of them, and one by
one are shrinking away to nurse their
swollen faces.
True, a bull-like voice roars oaths,
and endeavors to encourage the assail
ants by the declaration that victory is
sure and near at hand; but the owner
is nowhere to be seen, since the wily
Cenor thinks too much of his comfort
o join in a melee like this.
Colonel Bob's enthusiasm seems tc
increase rather than diminish, and the
last brace of enemies who endeavor
to run amuck with him come to the
conclusion that they have struck what
seems to be a human threshing ma
chine, so quickly are they doubled up
and put to sleep.
Grasping the situation, the Mexican
bravo gives up the battle he shouts,
in a furious voice. "We will meet
again!" and then plunges Into the ob
tcurity of the thicket, to escape fur
ther punishment at the hands of the
American.
So far as enemies are concerned,
the two comrades have won the bat
tle, but they are as j-et far from safe.
Of course Dick's first thought con
cerns those for whom they waged war.
"Pauline!" he gasps, short of
breath.
"Here safe!" comes the cheering
response, and the girl from New York
dawns upon his vision. "
( "And Dora?"
There is no need to ask that, since
Colonel Bob already has that unique
person in his arms, and loudly la
ments the fact that he could not have
totally annihilated the little wretch
who dared to lay his hand upon her.
precious Pauline Westerly has be
come, and how essential to bis happi
ness. She questions him eagerly on his
part he answers with truth and deli
cacy. Still she can read between the
lines, and knows that it was anxiety
for her welfare, and nothing else, that
has influenced him in his movements.
She hears how be took the place
of the driver, and laughs merrily to
think how he helped her into and out
of the coach with all the gallantry
of a French jehu, than which higher
praise could not be bestowed. Gradu
ally Dick becomes fervent, the occa
sion is very promising, and he can
not withstand the temptation to
speak; so he tells his love in just the
way any one who knows him well
would expect; plainly, simply, yet
with an eloquence that sincerity of
heart alone can give.
Pauline is deeply thrilled by his
frank declaration, she believes in him
entirely, and has had many opportuni
ties of late to read the man to whom
her heart has gone out.
So she answers him in Just the
same impulsive manner as that in
which he has told his love, tells him
that her heart has long been in his
keeping, that she believes In him as
she never dreamed she would in any
man. and that she is proud indeed of
the affection he has declared for her.
So it Is all settled, without any
great fuss, and in a business, matter-of-fact
way that seems quite suited to
such people. It would be folly to ex
pect a quiet, undemonstrative man
to go into rhapsodies when declaring
his affectum for a lady, but at the
same time the manner of saying it
would convince one that every word
came direct from an honest heart.
Their future looks rosy-hued at
present, and yet no one knows better
than Dick that there may be some
rocky hills to climb before they reach
the goal of connubial bliss.
He Presses Against the Sheriff.
which terrible threats cause the mis
erable professor to shiver in his thick
et hiding place near by.
"How shall we get out?" demands
Dick, awake to the exigency of the
moment.
"In the same way I came in." Bob
replies, promptly.
"How was that?"
"Wait until I dislodge that bellow
ing senor from yonder bushes I can't
talk while he keeps up that shouting,
just as though his men were still at
us. tooth and nail."
As he speaks Colonel Bob throws
his arm forward there is a flash, a
report, followed immediately by a sec
ond one.
The bellowing ceases instantly.
"Killed him?"' says Dick, with a
sigh cf relief.
"2C such good luck." returns Bob.
carelessly. "Hark! you hear him mak
ing a bee line for the hacienda now.
No more howling from the Senor Lo
pez at present. Come this way here
you will see where I came in."
" The door in the wall I was look
ing for."
"I heard only what must have been
your last signal, though wondering
what all the row could be about, and
guessing you had a hand in it. Now
we've left the garden of Morales be
hind. What you see here is the La i
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When the canal no longer serves
their purpose, they leave the canoes
tied up where the owners have direct
ed them, and strike across a street
that will bring them to the grand
plaza.
It is nearly midnight, but the good
people of the City of Mexico have ap
parently not even thought of retiring.
On all sides can be heard voices sing
ing; or the sweet throbbing of man
dolins that are touched by the deli
cate fingers of dark-haired maidens.
The moon dispels one of the bug
bears attending visitors to the Mexi
can capital, darkness, and makes it
safer to move about. Our friends
have no further adventures on this
night, but arrive at the Hotel Iturbe
at last, a street car taking them the
concluding few blocks.
When the ladies hate gone to tkefr
rooms, the best the house affords, as
becomes the girl who manages the
great El Dorado Mine, Dick and Bob
smoke and talk, and elevate their
feet on the railing of the piazza be
low as true-born Americans alone
have the right to do.
Dick is not inclined to be confiden
tial in matters that concern his own
private life, but with Bob it is another
matter; he feels that he has a deep
interest in his chum's welfare, and
that if there has been an understand
ing between Pauline and himself, he.
Bob, ought to know it, in order that
he may rejoice with his friend.
So Dick tells the fact in his terse
way, and owns up that Pauline and
himself have had an understanding,
and are pledged to one another, upon
hearing which the impulsive colonel
springs to his feet, overturning his
chair, and clutches the expectant out
stretched hand of bis comrade with
the fury of a young avalanche.
"A thousand congratulations, my
boy; I wish you joy upon the occa
sion, and may you see many of them;
that is, I mean, confound the luck,
what do I mean? At any rate, you've
certainly got the handsomest and
best, of course, barring one, girl in
Mexico, and may you be pulverized it
ever you give her occasion to wish
she'd never met Dick Denver."
"Ditto yourself. Bob, old boy. Now,
sit down like a Christian, and let's
talk horse sense. Heaven knows we've
enough to talk about; that wretched
old senor persists !n keeping it warm
for us, and I'm of the opinion hell
never let up until by accident or de
sign he receives his quietus."
"Well, he's going to get it one of
these days; Bob Harlan has a marked
bullet in his revolver to-day that's
checked through, to reach Lopez, and
as sure as you live, Dick, 111 fetch
him. You look out for Barcelona
when you fire at him. cut the third
silver button on his jacket to the left,
and you reach his heart."
As the words are spoken, a dusky
figure that has been crouching in the
shadow of the piazza below their feet
hugs the ground more closely than
ever, as though the party takes this
threat as a personal affair. He is
evidently there for no good purpose,
this skulker in the shadow.
When gentlemen talk about person
al business they should be certain
that no eavesdropper hangs in the
shadow of the piazza.
They talk on in a disjointed way,
until a clock in a church near by
warns them that it is time they retir
ed, if they mean to get any sleep. A
couple of half-smoked cigars fall near
the crouching figure, one actually
striking him. in the face, at which he
gives a start, as though he has reason
for feeling a hatred toward Yankee
cigars.
After thej' had gone, he crawls
away, and as he rises to his full
height reveals the figure of the Mexi
can bull fighter, Tordas Barcelona,
when the explanation of his hatred for
cigars is made manifest.
The day dawns.
It promises a fair and pleasant spell
of weather for this time of year, and
the Americans quartered at the
Iturbe profit by it. Pauline desires to
see all that is possible of the Mexican
capital during their limited stay. Dick
and Colonel Bob take turns in escort
ing the girls around. They have other
work to do, which the one not en
gaged in this pleasant task looks
after.
In the City of Mexico there are at
all times of the year, and particularly
during the winter season, numbers of
Americans to be found. It would be
an easy task to make up a fair regi
ment, if all would enlist.
Among these men our friends work,
picking out one here and one there,
and using great care that the parties
selected possess the proper requisites
for such a business. A couple of
Mexicans are hired with the rest, as
they do not want to excite the anger
of the natives by what might appear
to be an invasion of a foreign band.
Everj- man is required to arm him
self thoroughly, and their weapons
will be looked after before the expedi
tion leaves in the morning. There may
be heavy fighting ahead, and Dick
Denver knows what it means to run
across the desperate bandits of the
Sierra Madres at home.
Then there are provisions, tents,
horses and numerous other things to
be secured. It is fortunate in the first
place that Dick is thoroughly at home
in all these things, and that he is sup
plied with any amount of money,
through Miss Pauline, with which to
carry out her plans.
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By DR. IRVING A. WATSON.
of New Hampshire Board of Health.
Of the physical
sins committed by the
American people, rapid
eating is unquestion
ably one that should be
recognized as incon
sistent with the best
hygienic methods ol
living. Mastication ol
food, to subdivide and
no vehicle," remarks Dick, puzzled for m'x ' w'tn tnc salivary fluids, is really the first act in the digestive
once. j process, and to be well done it must be slowly performed. Neverthe-
"There is a boat here perhaps that iesSt m mv opinion, the digestive troubles more or less common are
will take us part of the way the . i - j . t. . ...
ladles at least. Ha! two boats- not due to .an excessivc deSrce o raPld eating, but more to a multi
we are in luck, it seems." . tde cf environments that overtax the nervous svstem and thus corre-
Colonel Bob soon settles with the spondingh- impair or derange the digestive functions,
owners of the craft, who live upon the i Ranid eatinf is had. over-en tin"r i Wrr mir th ;,. f -
strenuous life, with its apprehensions, worry, care, struggle for ex
istence or for wealth, social requirements, the edicts of fashion, in-
i temncrance and a score of other denrpssinn- farlnre ie fr
moon wheeling Into view, making the J ,.c f - ,. . . , .' ., .
What sublime quietness!
k The bird's song, hushed above the
nest where the mother broods her eggs
of promise; the sheep, dozing in the
shade so quietly that even the tiny
bell is silent; the farm horse, softly
browsing; his master, resting beside
the plow which hour after hour has
been turning the brown earth over
into the sunlight all these make up
a picture whose background, as far
as eye can reach, is a panorama of
peace, plenty and contentment.
Can it be possible that here are
these memories, boundless deep, which
sweep across me like a surging flood,
merely the torturing dreams of a
fever-racked brain?
But no. All around me are abun
dant proofs. The outline of the old
fort is still visible, and in fact I won
der that time has wrought so little
change. I now recognize many fa
miliar objects. The then solitary tree
is still standing, but a wound made
In its trunk by a vicious shell has
never healed, and is now hastening its
decay.
Old oak, I greet thee as a comrade
In arms! when last we met thou didst
stand sole monarch of the field; but
now a multitude of giants tower above
the fort, the parapets and the slopes
where quivering mortals poured out
their life-blood. Their heads, dwarf
ing thine, drink in the first rays of
morning and reflect the last kiss of
parting day. But thou feeble and
tottering old veteran the next rude
blast will lay thee low, and thou shalt
in time take on new forms of life.
Like thee, old comrade, I also await
not death only, but a glorious transi
tion. Yonder, half way down the slope,
nearly buried in earth, I also discern
a huge, shapeless mass of iron. Dumb
witness of a bloody past. It is all that
remains of a monster gun whose voice
made the trees tremble. In the last
hour of horror, overworked, triple
charged, it exploded, hurling a score
of men into eternity.
This memory, then, is no mere
dream. This panorama of peace be
fore me has a dark background of
graves.
Through yonder field of waving
corn, from the mile-distant wood, with
pick and shovel, by ditch and trench,
inch by Inch, we worked our tedious,
tortuous way. Day and night we were
dogged by the messengers of death.
Each step was gained at the price of
some brave life. Yet the work was
pushed steadily on. We were there to
do, to dare, to endure, but not to fal
ter. In a nation's redemption strug
gle men can afford to die, but cannot
afford to be found wanting. When
a comrade fell wounded, we cared for
him with such kindness as the circum
stances permitted; if he was killed,
wrapped in his blanket we buried him,
while with the rough sleeve of a
soldier's coat we wiped the tears away
and pushed ever onward.
As I gaze spellbound, I wonder I
can never cease to wonder that we
did not fail. It required men with
nerves of steel and hearts of oak, re
enforced by the inspiration that back
of us was our country, and above was
God. It required these, and all these,
to make victory possible.
For there, in the fort before us,
were Americans, and none but Ameri
cans could have taken it. Our foe3
were never tired, their vigilance never
relaxed, their courage was sublime.
And while we believed them entirely
and eternally wrong, they fought as
It is only possible for men to fight
who believe they are entirely and eter
nally right.
It was their fierce determination to
hold the fort or die In it With great
guns and small, by night and by day,
they hurled upon our heads a tempest
of death. While this delayed, it could
not prevent our advance. The prog
ress was slow, but it was ceaseless.
Each minute in the day, each minute
in the night, we were digging nearer,
ever nearer, to the foe.
At last the point was reached where
the work must be completed by an act
of extreme desperation we must
charge the fort.
Between the trench in which we
were concealed and the coveted prize
was a space of about 500 feet, filled
with every sort of obstruction which
cunning, desperate men could devise.
In part this consisted of stout stakes
driven firmly into the ground at an
angle pointing towards us, and sharp
ened. These were so thick and close
that we could not pass between them,
and were too strong to be easily
broken. If there was a spot anywhere
affording the least protection from the
leaden &torm, it was "planted thick
with torpedoes. It was through and
over such obstructions that we must
force our way while the guns of the
fort would be flashing on us floods of
death.
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How the memory of that hour thrills
me even now! If for a week past, to
show a head or expose a limb any
where was to insure a wound, if not
instant death, what must be our fate
in an open charge? Was it strangu
that the stoutest hearts must quail?
We tried to persuade ourselves that
some of our number would reach and
capture the fort, but no one dared to
ask himself the question: "Will I be
there when all is over?"
The signal was to be three gun3
fired from a battery near the center
of our line, at an interval of half a
minute each. To deceive the enemy,
precisely the same signal had been
fired at noon for three preceding
days.
A moment, when the word was re
ceived, to hastily scribble upon the
scrap of pocket diary the last word
to the absent; a moment to exchange
with a comrade, so that the survivor
might forward the missive to thos
loved ones; an instant to breathe a
whispered prayer through moving lips,
just loud enough to be heard in
Heaven when boom boom boom
the solemn voice spoke out, and with a
shout which made the earth tremble,
we leaped from the obscuring ditch,
and the harvest of death began.
Paralyzed for an Instant, but only
an instant, the enemy opened their
guns with consummate fury. Our ar-
another shout out-yelling the missiles
of war, we flung ourselves at the para
pet. The attempted seemed impossi
ble, but with such men nothing is im
possible. Over the obstructions, up
the steep and difficult ascent; regard
less 'of bursting shell and hissing bul
lets; in utter defiance of the enemy
who now thronged the slopes, until,
hurling our foes headlong with our
bayonets, we leaped into the fort. We
were so closely jammed in- with the
foe that it was difficult to fire our
guns. Some were usi-ng them as
clubs, some turning their bayonets
into spears, others clinching a death
grapple, while the shrieks and shouts
were deafening and horrible as the in
fernal pit.
On that very parapet before me.
within this deserted space, shaded
now by vernal and silent growths, that
scene of hell-born carnage was en
acted. But this was of short duration. Our
reenforcements were pouring into the
fort like a mighty flood the enemy
hopelessly overpowered, at last sur
rendered. The fury of rejoicing which followed
rivaled that of the charge. The strug
gle had been so long and desperate,
the victory was so complete (not a
single one of the foe escaping) that
men lost all self-control, and some in
a frenzy of joy even hugged each other
and cried like women.
But the vanquished God pity them.
The ground was strewn thick with
their dead and dying, with pools of
blood, with fragments of rent and scat
tered bodies. Some of their guns were
literally covered with the shattered re
mains of the poor victims who had
perished in handling them.
Amid the stifling stench of human
gore, the survivors stood, some hud
dled in little groups, dumb with ter
ror; some upright, facing us in cool
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The thirtieth day of May, which the
45 states of the now indivisible unloa
have known as "Decoration day evei
since Gen. Logan's order ia 1868 of
ficially set it aside for the observance
of reminiscent patriotism, figures vari
ously in the chronologies of peace and
war. To that passing generation
which .lived through the horrors and
sufferings of a titanic civil strife the
date is eloquent as (fortunately) it
cannot be to any others, but to all
good Americans it will ever stand as
a peaceful monument to the justet
ending of "the great debate," whll
all that world which busies itself with
the records of past history will fit
tingly place the Decoration day of "the.
states" first of the ten events of im
portance which have fallen on tht
penultimate of the fifth month.
Three of these nine happenings,
other than Memorial day, are closely
connected with the war between the
northern states and the southern. It
was on May 30, 1850, that there was
born a boy soon to be christened Fred
crick Dent Grant, and who was ta
grow up to the command of those
same armies which his then unknown
father was to lead to final victory is
the greatest of all civil wars to grow
up, moreover, so like the world-famout
father in every feature and movement
as to cause many a veteran of the
60's to turn and look after him in the
streets with a strange and suddesj
beating at the heart. .
Twelve years later than this (1862).
it was on May 30. that the confederate
forces evacuated Corinth, down neaf
the Tennessee line in Mississippi,
while the same date in 1854 had seen
the signature of Franklin Pierce at
tached to that famous Kansas-Ne.
braska bill which played no incon
siderable part in bringing on an armed
, arbitrament of the slavery question.
That stroke of the chief executive's
pen organized as territories the states
which are now known as Kansas and
Nebraska, the latter to join the union
in January of 1861 as a slave state,
but Kansas not until 1867. when the
portentous question which had
drenched her fields with blood in the
middle '50s had been settled beyond
all further disputing. Far from least
among the past events recalled b
Memorial day is the signing of that
bill it marked the repeal of the Mis
souri compromise, it marked the tri
umph of that strong but scheming
leader Stephen A. Douglas over sucb
patriots as Sumner and Chase and
Wade and Seward; it made of "squat
ter sovereignty" a bitter fact, encour
aging those worse elements which
brought war into the land.
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THE FbAME THAT O'ER THE NATION ROLLED.
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THE DROWSY MUSIC OF THE BEES,
THE MY5TIC WHISPER OF THE TREES.
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tillery, too, recently placed in posi
tion under the mantle of darkness and
concealed by brush, replied with even
fiercer violence. Thus, with the air
about us full of screeching missiles
and sulphurous smoke, blinded and
defiance; others, blackened by smoke,
bareheaded, half naked, were on their
knees in prayer.
And this is war!
It was 42 years ago. Yet I instinc-
sometimes even covered by the debris j "vely listen, imagining I must still
uxm iuc tuai ui mai vuumci, or at
least its echo but no. the middav
thrown over us from the furrows
plowed by shells, we forged forward.
Some began to chop down the stakes,
while others aimed at the gunners.
The range was close we were vet
erans nearly every shot brought
down a victim and silenced a gun.
Their riflemen, too, were soon so
weakened by los3 that they could not
check our advance until we reached
the great ditch which surrounded the
fort. Here, besides every other con
ceivable obstruction, it wa3 planted
thick with torpedoes; but although it
were the veritable jaws of death,
there could be no faltering now into
it we leaped with a shout.
Although beyond the range of the
guns, we now became the victims of
the fuse of shell hurled upon us from
above. But still, over the dead bod
ies of the slain, we pushed forward
to the opposite bank. Here, halting
but a moment under the slight protec
tion to recover our spent vigor, with
bears no cadence save the silklike mur
mur of the zephyr whispering-Peace.
"In our army at the west." said a
member of the Missouri contingent,
"the word 'Potomac' was given as tht
password for the night. A Germax
on guard understood it to be 'bot
tomic' and this, on being transferred
to another was corrupted to 'butter
milk.' Soon afterward the officer whe
had given the word wishe:l to return
through the lines, and approaching a
sentinel, was ordered to halt, and the
word demanded. He gave 'Potomac
"'Nich right. You don't pass mil
me dls vay.
" 'But this Is the word and I will
pass,' replied the officer.
"'No, you stan',' at the same time
placing a bayonet at bis breast in a
manner that told Mr. Officer that
'Potomac' didn't pass in Missouri.
"'What is the word, then?' asked
the officer.
"'It ish 'buttermilk,' was the a
swer.
"Well. then, 'buttermilk.
"'Dot Ish right. Now you pass mil
yourself all aboud your piziness."
The Thirtieth of Kay.
Throughout the 45 states of the
now undivisible union May 30 ia
set aside for the observance of rev
erent rites in memory of the patriotic
dead who fought in the civil war.
This memorial was inspired by a
splendid impulse of patriotic devo
tion, and it serves to awaken the fer
vor of patriotic endeavor by recall
ing the tremendous sacrifices of the
great conflict between the north and
the south, now happily but a memory.
Memorial Day
bank of the canal and take pleasure
parties to the floating gardens. The
boat can be left at a certain point
money is paid over, and with the
scene very romantic, our four friends
start along the water way of the
Mexican capital, bound for the Hotel
Iturbe.
CHAPTER XVII.
The Clique of the Alameda.
The situation is one well calculated
to arouse thoughts of love the soft
moonlight, the odorous night air. the
splash "of the paddles, from which
drops of molten silver seem to fall
as they are raised from the water,
and, besides, the scene of danger
which has just been shared in corn
mon these things bring loving hearts
closer together than ever.
view is corroborated by the fact that a great many of our
dyspeptics are persons who have never been rapid eaters. The
unceasing tension, due to our impetuous, rushing, complex civilization
is responsible for the increased death rate from diseases of the nerv
jus system almost enough to counterbalance the decrease in the
death rate from epidemic and other communicable diseases.
Rapid eating may almost be classed as a symptom, rather than
the cause, of an abnormally nervous state into which the individual
has drifted, through the increased demand made upon him by the ac
tivities of life. The quick lunch has sprung up everywhere.
If rapid eating is conceded to be a na
tional evil, its menace to public healtl
is, in my opinion, a subordinate one.
r. Father AJbnkass, Anm hiiadnid thowaad moreT
A Mac that forty years ago west 19 frest shore to shore;
Amd it womU asake a weak heart stroma, or streac heart weak to
The host that leewed to soriag to life to follow Liberty.
Hasbaads mod fathers, bretkers, soas nuked tkrovgk the koosekold doon
-We are rnwieg, Father Abraham, three kaaered tkoasaad noreT
Aierica's graad kills aad vales re eckocd witk the song;
-We are rniiag. Father Abrakaat, three kaadnd tkoasaad Strom!"
The kill aad vales to-day are free, the lead aad skies are fair.
Bat wkea we kear that eld base soar, ae echoes stir the air;
The gray kaired, kaltag, feeble bead kare lost that riagiaj
New tkey are auuchiag, eae by eae, forward to die aloae.
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we assy kekere, white teats of
than repeat their eld faaaVa
Rehearse too asysteries of too tomes, wkea, better tkaa tkey
Freedom sisrgtd freaa Ssa aad Doatk; aad, km a graad review,
Aa their old ceavades cease ia sight the old taao ardor riaga
Ia tomes of tilaamifc that their seels had aevor kaowa before,
"We era ceaaag, Father AWiksas, three kaadred tkoasaad aw
-fseafciia H. Feme ia New Yecfc
THE THIN BLTTE LINE.
Proudest of all who may be called
Americans are the surviving members
of the Grand Army. Their beads may
be bent, their bodies twisted and weak
ened by age. but their hearts are erect
Their ears may not hear clearly the
plaudits of the throng that lines the
way, but the distant call of the bugle
is as thrilling to them as In that long
ago yesterday. Their eyes may not
see beyond their own dwindling line,
but they recall distinctly the inspirit
ing folds of Old Glory above the
smoke of battle.
And we enter into their enthusiasm.
In our young strength we aid their
faltering steps. In the bright sun
light of a profound peace, of a firmly
knit nation, of a spirit of unity that
time can do nothing but strengthen,
we give our cheers for the thin blue
line and our tears for the comrades
who drop by the wayside, their floral
tribute intended for others serving aa
a last tribute to themselves.