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Returning to the Fortress I pick a few buttercups and wander off to the entrance gate. Twenty minutes afterward I was on board of the Spaulding enjoying the felicity of a bath. Col. Howland's candy had given me a severe head ache. A little sleep however prepared me for dinner, when it was decided how to spend the afternoon.

"How many can your sail-boat carry" said I to the 1st mate of the S. R. Spaulding after dinner. "Oh! a dozen" was his reply. Fifteen minutes afterward and our little party were tossing over the waves toward that-now-all-engaging-wonder of the world -- The Monitor. The curiosity of every one was aroused. We were going to visit the Monitor. And to us that was pleasure enough to cancel a life-time of discomfort.