. Book of the Royal blue . ompany was ready to set sail at for Havana. At the call of thebugle announcing dinner there was muchmisgiving among the novices who wereabout to enter on their first voyage in thechoppy seas of the gulf in a small vessel, asto whether after all it was worth while to placed on the wreck twice a year, on theanniversary of its destruction and on Dec-oration Day. Above her hung the moon,like a single watchful eye, just about toclose, and turn her sentrj duty over to thesun, which now had appeared above theoceans edge to the east. Slowly steaminginto the harbor
. Book of the Royal blue . ompany was ready to set sail at for Havana. At the call of thebugle announcing dinner there was muchmisgiving among the novices who wereabout to enter on their first voyage in thechoppy seas of the gulf in a small vessel, asto whether after all it was worth while to placed on the wreck twice a year, on theanniversary of its destruction and on Dec-oration Day. Above her hung the moon,like a single watchful eye, just about toclose, and turn her sentrj duty over to thesun, which now had appeared above theoceans edge to the east. Slowly steaminginto the harbor the vessel anchored but afew hundred feet from the wharf. Thendaylight broke in earnest and life seemedto spring up all around in the harbor. TheCuban government tender came out tomeet the vessel, and on it were the run-ners for each of the hotels, a noisy lot offellows. Passengers on the boat who hadengaged hotel accommodations were sur-prised to hear their names called from thetender bv the runner for their hotel. These. eat. But the sea was calm and the voyageuneventful and rest was peaceful. The impressions on entering Havanaharbor in the early morning, just beforesunrise, are thrilling. It is one of the mostpicturesquely beautiful harbors in the Morro Castle, scarcely a stonesthro\\ from the vessel on her port side,guarded the narrow entrance to the har-bor. Beyond her were the dim outlines ofthe dreaded Cabanas. On the starboardlay the beautiful city of Havana, lazilywaking for the day. No furnace fires tomar it with smoke and no fog to dim thevision. And there lay the rusted hulk ofthe Maine, adorned with many wreathsof flowers, for it was just nine years ago onFebruary 15, 1898, that the fearful catas-trophe occurred. These decorations are runners take charge of all their patronsbaggage, attend to its passing through theCuban customs and delivery to the might be a matter of twenty-four hoursbefore the baggage reaches the hotel, butpatience is the th
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