CHAPTER FOUR.
LIFE ON THE ISLAND OF LOBOS.
After calling at Brazos Santiago, we were ordered to land upon the island of Lobos, fifty miles north of Vera Cruz.

This was to be our "drill rendezvous." We soon reached the island.

Detachments from several regiments debarked together; the jungle was attacked; and in a few hours the green grove had disappeared, and in its place stood the white pyramids of canvas with their floating flags.

It was the work of a day.

When the sun rose over Lobos it was a desert isle, thickly covered with a jungle of mangrove, manzanel, and icaco trees, green as an emerald.