170 My Brother Theodore Roosevelt
came into his voice such as might be heard in the voice of a woman when speaking of her lover.
That same day, June 14, Bob Ferguson wrote to me:
"Theodore is absolutely radiating. He just lent me `Vanity Fair' in return for a box of peppermints, and it has been queer just at this moment to read about old Curzon street and the Brussels' Ball; but Becky made us laugh more than ever after reading nothing but Tactics or a local newspaper for several weeks.... This country is becoming the laughing-stock of the world at present, and the German experts really do not believe the United States can fight. It will bring on big world complications unless they show their power soon."
The above opinion is interesting in the light of what the German experts again felt about the United States before we entered the Great War in r g 17 !
On June 15 a letter dated in the Gulf of Mexico runs as follows:
"We are steaming southward through a sapphire sea, windrippled under an almost cloudless sky. There are some fortyeight craft in all, in three columns,-the black hulls of the transports setting off the gray hull of the man-of-war. Last evening, we stood up on the bridge and watched the red sun sink and lights blaze up on the ships for miles ahead, while the band played piece after piece from the Star Spangled Banner (at which we all rose and stood uncovered) to The Girl I Left Behind Me. It is a great historical expedition and I thrill to feel that I am part of it. If we fail, of course, we share the fate of all who do fail, and if we are allowed to succeed, for we certainly shall succeed if allowed, we have scored the first great triumph of what will be a world movement. All the young fellows have dimly felt what this means, though the only articulate soul and imagination among them belong, rather curiously, to Ex-sheriff Capt. Buckey O'Neil of Arizona."
The above Buckey O'Neil, leaning over the rail at sunset, would often quote Browning, my brother used to tell me, or