39. To go back to a hum-drum life, which is better than a
Dum-Dum death.
40. Novelty somewhat worn off, and military discipline not
being at all adapted to my temperament.
In a few days all the men marked for home will be leaving, and to those
they will be leaving behind them the yearning to be on the sea once
again, seems stronger than ever,
"Can you hear the crash on her bows, dear lass,
And the drum of the racing screw.
As she ships it green on the old trail, our own trail, the home trail,
As she lifts and 'scends on the long trail--the trail that is always
new?"