Africa and Spain were forgotten.

All homage was for the beautiful stranger.

While everybody gazed she swept superbly by and flung the Stars and Stripes to the breeze! Quicker than thought, hats and handkerchiefs flashed in the air, and a cheer went up! She was beautiful before--she was radiant now.

Many a one on our decks knew then for the first time how tame a sight his country's flag is at home compared to what it is in a foreign land.

To see it is to see a vision of home itself and all its idols, and feel a thrill that would stir a very river of sluggish blood! We were approaching the famed Pillars of Hercules, and already the African one, "Ape's Hill," a grand old mountain with summit streaked with granite ledges, was in sight.