Equally interesting reports are in hand of the work of our special field agents, E.M. Wistar, of Philadelphia, and Charles King Wood, whose labors extended to different fields of Harpoot; Chimiskezek Peri Diarbekir; Palou Silouan Farkin, feeding and clothing the people, furnishing tools, cattle, seeds, grain for harvesting the crops, and planting the fields for future provision. We regret that space will not allow their introduction here in full. So faithful and competent agents deserve their own recitation of a work so well done. Returning from the field when called, Dr. Hubbell and assistants arrived in Constantinople July 16, Mr. Wistar and Mr. Wood on the twentieth of the same month. I need not attempt to say with what gratitude I welcomed back these weary, brown-faced men and officers from a field at once so difficult and so perilous, and none the less did the gratitude of my heart go out to my faithful and capable secretary, who had toiled early and late, never leaving for a day, till the face grew thin and the eyes hollow, striving with tender heart that all should go well, and "the children might be fed." And when the first greetings were over, and the first meal partaken, the full chorus of manly voices: "Home Again," "Sweet Land of Liberty," "Nearer My God to Thee," that rolled out through the open windows of the Red Cross headquarters in Constantinople, fell on the listening ears of Christian and Moslem alike, and though the tones were new and strange all felt that to some one, somewhere, they meant more than mere notes of music. [Illustration: GROUP OF ARMENIAN TEACHERS AND PUPILS, HARPOOT AMERICAN MISSIONARY COLLEGE.] [Illustration: CLARA BARTON. _Taken in 1897._] THE RED CROSS FLAG. "When the smoke of the cannon cleared away we saw the Red Cross flying over the hospital." The shot sped out from our serried ships, Like the sob of a strong man crying; The sun was veiled as with sudden eclipse, When the shot sped out from our serried ships, And England's flag was flying. Up from the shore the answer came, The cry of the wounded and dying; A burst of thunder, a flash of flame-- Up from the shore an answer came, Where the Prophet's flag was flying. So we dealt destruction the livelong day, In war's wild pastime vying; Through the smoke and thunder and dashing spray, We dealt destruction the livelong day, And the hostile flags were flying. But far through the rolling battle smoke-- Ah, God! 'mid the groans and the crying-- A sudden gleam on our vision broke; Afar through the rolling battle smoke, And the Red Cross flag was flying.