Waterbury Democrat., 1901-04-20
CHAPTER xr.

It was late in the afternoon when the Sacramento, slowly feeling her way southward, had come within looming up like sentinels at the en- trance to the great, far-spreading bay.
 Butt and his assistants, with the field officer in command of the troops, peered through their binoculars or telescopes for sign of cruiser or transport along the rocky shores, and marveled much that none could be seen. Over against the evening sun just sinking to the west the dim outlines of the upper masts and spars of some big vessel became visible for three minutes, then faded from view. The passengers swarmed on deck, silent, anxious, ever and anon gag ing upward at the bridge as though in hope of a look or word of encour- agement.
 It was midsummer and more when they left Honolulu, and by this time the American force, land and naval, in front of Manila ought to be ample to overcome the Spaniards. But there was ever that vexing problem as to what Aguinaldo and hiss followers might do rather than see the great city given over to the Americans for law and order instead of to them selves for loot and rapine. The fact that all coast lights thus far were ex- tinguished was enough to convince the Sacramento's voyagers that they were still unwelcome to the natives. but both the shipmaster and the cav airy officer commanding had counted ;on finding cruiser, or dispatch boat at least, on lookout for them and ready to conduct them to safe an- chorage. But no such ship appeared, and the alternative of going about and steaming out to sea for the night or dropping anchor where he lay was just presenting itself to Butt when from the lips of the second officer, who had clambered up the shrouds, there came the joyous shout: By love! There's Core egidor light!"
 Surely enough, even before the brief tropic twilight was over and darkness had settled down, away. to the southward, at regular ten-second intervals, from the crest of thesroek- bound. crumbling parapet on Correg idor island, 8 brilliant light split the cloudy vista and flashed 2 well come to the lone wahderer on the face of the waters. 1t could mear only one thing: Manila bay wal dominated by Dewey's guns. The Yankee was master of Corregidor and had possessed himself of lbotl fort and lighthouse. In all proba bil ity Manila itself had fallen.
 Half speed ahead!" was the order and again the throb of the enginef went pulsing through the ship, anf the Sacramento slowly forged ahead over smooth summer sea. At mid night the pilot and. glad tidings were aboard, and at dawn the decks were thronged with eager voyagers, and : great, full-throated cheer went IT from the forecastle head as the gray ghost-like shapes of the warships loomed up out of the mist and dotted the unruf1ed surface.
 But that cheer sank to nothingness beside one which followed Is min utes later, when the red disk of the sun came peeping over the low. fog draped range far, to the eastward and saluted by the boom of the mornine gun from the battlements of tine ole city, there sailed to the peak of tho flagstaff the brilliant colors ant graceful folds of the stars an6 stripes.
 The three-century rule of Castile Ial Tlo uo11 1rxxy and red of Spain were supplanted by the scarlet, white and blue of Amer ica, and in new glory of it's own "Old Glory" unfolded to the faintly rising breeze, and all along the curv- ing shore and over the placid waters rang out the joyous, life-giving, heart-stirring notes of the. Yankee rave;ua-