FOURTH OF JULY at Port aux Pins; a brilliant morning with the warm sun
tempering the cool air, and shining on the pure cold blue of the lake.
At ten o'clock, the cannon began to boom; the guns were planted at the
ends of the piers, and the men of the Port aux Pins Light Artillery held
themselves erect, trying to appear unconscious of the presence of the
whole town behind them, eating peanuts, and criticising.
The salute over, the piers were deserted, the procession was formed. The
following was the order as printed in the Port aux Pins _Eagle:_
"The Marshal of the Day.