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230 THOMAS M. ANDERSON. from the bastions. From the mission church bowered in the locusts we hear the sweet strains of the Salve Regina. But the vision vanishes "Like the baseless fabric of a dream." Where once stood the Indian tepee and a Kanaka village, we see a modern city. Beyond, behold a real fort and living soldiers, and floating over all, the flag, to which sixteen stars have been added since Major Hathaway raised it there, eight and fifty years ago.
