NAVY: Professional Fighters

(See Cover) Above the Potomac on a hill southeast of Georgetown, not far from where the new national Capitol was abuilding, black-thatched, hot-eyed Lieut. Colonel William Ward Burrows, Commandant of the U. S.

Marine Corps, sat at his desk. Above the high scarlet collar surmounting golden epaulets, the Commandant's face was stern. Through the open window came the shouts and murmurs of the camp—the Marines' first headquarters camp in Washington. He set down the date—"Sept. 22, 1800." Over rough paper the quill began to scratch: "Lt. Henry Caldwell "Sir: Yesterday the Secretary...

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