On our former visit, as the reader will remember, we had engaged in an interesting argument with a gunboat, a blockhouse, and a fort, driving the boat back into the harbor and silencing the fort.

The good work done that day had borne fruit.
On entering the bay we found several of our vessels quietly riding at anchor--the "Oregon," "Marblehead," "Dolphin" (of railway-train fame), the ambulance ship "Solace," the "Panther," "Suwanee," and three or four colliers and despatch boats.
But that which attracted our instant attention and brought an involuntary cheer from us, was the sight of Old Glory, flaunting proudly from a tall flagstaff erected on the site of the former Spanish blockhouse.
"Hurray!" shouted "Stump," "it's the first American flag to fly over Cuba.

And we dug the hole to plant it." "That's right," assented "Dye." "We are the people." "What's that camp on top of the hill ?" queried Flagg, indicating a number of tents gleaming in dots of white against the background of green foliage.
"It is the marine camp," explained "Hay." "Didn't you hear about it in Santiago?
Why, man, it's the talk of the fleet.

The marine corps has been adding to its laurels again.

The other day eight hundred of them landed from the 'Panther' and fairly swept the place of Spaniards, fighting against three times their number.