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home I know that I am indeed in a far distant clime. The Eastern portion of Cuba is much farther off than Havana would be from home. The distance from New York to Santiago is vastly greater than from N.Y. to Liverpool where I know that, I not only feel that I have gone to Europe but beyond into a farther region.

 This is a glorious moment

to note the place where Cervera's fleet was bottled up and where our noble Hobson sunk the Merrimac. To behold it! Ye Gods, the moments are supreme!! The transports which carried our soldier boys from Tampa lie about the Bay and I am privileged to view this with my own eyes.

 A pelican flies out on the