Captain John E. Weber, of the Thirty-Eighth Volunteers returning

home on transport Logan, insisted upon my taking his state room. The

quarter-master, who had refused me so many times before, thought that

he could not allow it, anything so out of the "general routine of

business;" but Captain Weber said, "On no account will I leave you

here, after all your faithful service in the Philippines to myself,

other officers, and hundreds of boys." I had one of the best state

rooms on the upper deck and received the most kindly attentions from

many on board; the quarter-master had been a personal friend of my

husband in other and happier days. On the homeward way, the ship

took what is known as the northern course; she made no stop between

Nagasaki and San Francisco. We went far enough north to see the coast

of Alaska. We saw many whales and experienced much cold weather. In

my low state of vitality I suffered from the cold, but not from sea

sickness. I did not miss a single meal en route during the twenty-four

sailing days of the ship. They were days of great pleasure. We had

social games and singing, and religious services on Sunday. There were

a great many sick soldiers in the ship's hospital; three dying during

the voyage. On reaching San Francisco the ship was placed in quarantine

the usual number of days, but there was no added delay as there were

on board no cases of infectious disease. Mrs. General Funston was

one of the passengers and was greeted most cordially by the friends

and neighbors of this, her native state. Upon my declaring to the

custom house officers that I had been two years in the Philippines

and had nothing for sale they immediately passed my baggage without

any trouble. My son in New York, to whom I had cabled from Nagasaki,

had never received my message, so there was no one to meet me, but

I was so thankful to be in dear, blessed America that it was joy

enough. No, not enough until I reached my own beloved home. Had it

been possible I would have kissed every blade of grass on its grounds,

and every leaf on its trees.

I am not ashamed to say that July 10th, the day of my home coming,

I knelt down and kissed with unspeakable gratitude and love its dear

earth and once more thanked God that His hand had led me--led me home.

"Adious."

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