commanded by Captain Sigsbee, who, you will remember, was in command
of the Maine when she was blown up in Havana harbor.

At last Commodore Schley became satisfied that the long-looked-for
fleet was in the harbor of Santiago. On the morning of May 29, Captain
Sigsbee, in the St. Paul, ran close enough to the mouth of the harbor
to see some of the Spanish ships inside, and the long game of
hide-and-seek was over. Commodore Schley at once established a strict
blockade, and then sent word to Admiral Sampson that the Spanish ships
had been found and that he had them safe. He very shrewdly said:

"We have bottled them up, and they will never get home!" A few days
later, the two squadrons were consolidated, with Commodore Schley the
second in command.

I want to tell you a little about Commodore Schley--one of the finest
officers of the navy. He graduated from the Naval Academy at
Annapolis, at the head of his class, and from that time entered upon a
career in which he served his country in nearly every quarter of the
globe. When the Civil War broke out, he staid by the old flag when
many of his brother officers went with the Confederacy, and during the
war performed many gallant and meritorious services. He had seen all
kinds of naval service, and was at home among conditions that required
dash and courage, zeal and persistency, before he was given the
command of the "Flying Squadron," and sent to find the Spanish ships.

He had done such things as to rescue seven men who were starving to
death in the Arctic regions. He had been sent by the Government to do
this, and, realizing that it must be done quickly, he pushed on so
fast that he found the seven men alive. If he had been slower in his