One on each vessel carried a long telescope, with which he almost constantly swept the horizon.

Numberless small boats, each rowed by neatly-uniformed men, and carrying a flag in the stern, darted hither and thither, carrying officers on errands of duty or pleasure.

It was such a scene as enabled me to realize in a measure, the descriptions I had read of the pomp and circumstance of naval warfare.
While we were standing, contemplating all the interesting sights within view, a small steamer, about the size of a canal-boat, and carrying several bright brass guns, ran swiftly and noiselessly up to the dock near by, and a young, pale-faced officer, slender in build and nervous in manner, stepped ashore.

Some of the blue jackets who were talking to us looked at him and the vessel with the greatest expression of interest, and said: "Hello! there's the 'Monticello' and Lieutenant Cushing." This, then, was the naval boy hero, with whose exploits the whole country was ringing.

Our sailor friends proceeded to tell us of his achievements, of which they were justly proud.