Eight bells had not sounded, and, though hammocks had been given out, neither watch could turn in.

It was with particular glee, therefore, that we welcomed the news that "Steve" had composed an up-to-date verse to his "Tommy Atkins" song.

After some persuasion--for he is a modest chap--he consented to sing it for us.
"The first two verses of this song were writ Before we sailed away for Cuba's Isle; And since that time the Spaniards we have fit, And chased their gunboats many a weary mile.
We've heard the bullets whistling overhead.
We've heard the shells fly by and called it sport, And down at Cienfuegos We proved ourselves courageous By tackling both a gunboat and a fort.
CHORUS.
"Now we'd _like_ to run a ferry, All along the Jersey shore; Fighting Spaniards, it is very Nice, but we don't want--no more.
We would give our bottom dollar, And of that you need not fear, Just to hear the masthead holler Brooklyn navy yard is here." "That's very good, 'Steve,'" said Greene, "but I can't quite agree to that line: 'Fighting Spaniards it is very nice, but we don't want--no more.' I'd like to have a few more raps at 'em." "You are such a bloodthirsty chap," said Flagg, "you slam the charges into your old Number Seven as if you would like to wipe out the whole enemy with one fell swoop." "Well," replied Greene, thoughtfully, "a man does get awfully excited when the guns begin to bark." And every one of us knew exactly how he felt.
We maintained a close vigil until the sixteenth of June--two days later--then sailed for Santiago.

Shortly after entering port we were informed that the Spanish gunboat with which we had been engaged off Cienfuegos had sunk, sent to the bottom by our fire; a bit of news highly appreciated.
Our stay in Santiago was short, the "Yankee" leaving for Guantanamo the next day at eleven o'clock.

On reaching the latter port we found evidences of a considerable change in the condition of affairs.