To-day all is expectancy. We are told that we will reach port to-night. People are packing and hurrying hither and thither to look after the inevitable “last things” getting ready to land.
People were restless and disappointed when the day wore on and we did not reach New York until after sun down and our landing was delayed until morning. The Philadelphia passed Fire Island about one hour ahead of the La Touraine.
We anxiously watched to see the Goddess of Liberty and the lights of Coney Island were welcome.
We are grateful for the privilege and enjoyment of the trip, but our return is best voiced by Van Dyke -
“’Tis fine to see the old world and travel up and down,
Among the famous palaces and cities of renown,
To admire the crumbly castles and the statues of the Kings,
But now I think I’ve had enough of antiquated things.
So it’s home again, and home again, America for me!
My heart is turning home again, and there I long to be.
In the land of youth and freedom, beyond the ocean bars,
Where the air is full of sunlight, and the flag is full of stars.”