its vast volume of water.

He was standing by the rail looking over, when happening to glance
back he saw by the ship's lantern what he thought was a familiar face.
A second glance and he was sure. He remembered that fair-haired Ohio lad,
and, smiling, he said:

"You're one of those Ohio boys who, marching southward from its mouth
in the Ohio, drank the tributary river dry clear to its source, the
mightiest achievement in quenching thirst the world has ever known.
You're the boy, too, who told about it."

The youth moved forward, gazed at him and said:

"Now I remember you, too. You're Dick Mason of the Winchester regiment.
I heard the Winchesters were on board, but I haven't had time to look
around. It was hot when we drank up the river, but it was hotter that
afternoon at Perryville. God! what a battle! And again at Stone River,
when the Johnnies surprised us and took us in flank. It was you
Kentuckians then who saved us."

"Just as you would have saved us, if it had been the other way."

"I hope so. But, Mason, we left a lot of the boys behind. A big crowd
stopped forever at Perryville, and a bigger at Stone River."

"And we left many of ours, too. I suppose we'll land soon, won't we,
and then take these Grand Gulf forts with troops."

"Yes, that's the ticket, but I hear, Mason, it's hard to find a landing