which darted hither and thither about the huge liner, their crews leaping about the decks in a frenzy of excitement. Then the chasers swung into line and slid in a wave-splitting column beside our ship.

                In a golden glow from the ever-brightening sun, we passed up the outer harbor, whose shores the clinging mist still hid, till suddenly Deer Island leapt forth, glowing in the noontide sun, and with it the whole inner harbor with Boston looming up in the background.

                A swarm of excursion-steamers, ferries, tugs, and launches hitherto hidden by the mist crowded around the "Agamemnon", that grim, battered veteran of the seas, looking every inch the ship to carry battered veteran troops. Packed on the decks of the smaller craft were hundreds of friends of the Regiment, eager to be the first to welcome it home.

                As we hung over the side of the now motionless "Agamemnon", seeking to discern some familiar face in the throng that surrounded us, we caught sight of an erect, motionless, gray-haired figure standing on the upper deck of a small steamer. He was clad in the overseas uniform and on his cap we could barely make out two silver stars; there was something strangely familiar about this silent, motionless, man, and we stared wonderingly till suddenly the light of recognition seemed to burst upon all the home-comers simultaneously. A wild shout, spreading along the whole ship, seemed to tear across the water to the tiny steamer. "General Edwards!"

                Midafternoon and the "Agamemnon" was in motion again, nosing slowly among this bedlam of whis-

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