HOME! 
From Eagle Island we steamed direct to 
Sandy Hook, reaching there at noon on 
October 2. The next day the Roosevelt 
took her place with the replica of those two 
historic ships, the Half Moon and the Cler- 
mont^ in the lead of the great naval parade. 
And now my story is ended ; it is a tale that 
is told. "Now IS Othello's occupation gone." 
I long to see them all again! the brave, 
cheery companions of the trail of the North. 
I long to see again the lithe figure of my 
Commander! and to hear again his clear, 
ringing voice urging and encouraging me on- 
ward, with his "Well done, my boy." I want 
to be with the party when they reach the un- 
trod shores of Crocker Land; I yearn to be 
with those who reach the South Pole, the lure 
of the Arctic is tugging at my heart, to me 
the trail is calling! 
"The Old Trail! 
The Trail that is always New!" 
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