Then we went out to a man-of-war the size of the Vagabond and were solemnly assured there would be bombarding of Prevesa to-morrow-- I go to sleep in that hope.

We leave here at seven crossing the river and ride after the Greeks who are approaching Prevesa from the land side while the men-of-war bombard it from the river.

At least that is what they say.
I think it is the mildest war on both sides I ever heard of and I certainly mean to be a Times correspondent next time I play at going to war-- After being insulted and frightened to death all over Cuba, this is the pleasantest picnic I was ever on-- They seriously apologized for not bombarding while I was there and I said not to mention it-- With lots of love, old man, and to the family DICK.
FLORENCE May 16, 1897.
DEAR FAMILY: Here I am safe and sound again in the old rooms in Florence.

I was gone twenty-three days and was traveling nineteen of them, walking, riding; in sailboats, in the cars, and on steamers.

I have had more experiences and adventures than I ever had before in three months and quite enough to last me for years.
After my happy ride through Turkey and the retreat of the Greek army in Arta, of which I wrote you last, I have been in Thessaly where I saw the two days' battle of Velestinos from the beginning up to the end.
It was the one real battle of the war and the Greeks fought well from the first to the last.