Airs, with glassy sea to light breeze with dimpled surface, until taps. Filipinas Islas 30 mi to eastward, high & rugged. Lost smoke of S.S. Ohio going to relief of Morgan City –wrecked on east coast of Japan– at 4 p.m. Brisk wind all night, rolling boat.
Labor Day. Regiment all aboard by six in eve. Lost my watch in bay. We are lying close to Cavite with the rusty, broken wrecks of the Spanish fleet close by. Several war vessels swim a few cables away.
Got off at 2.30 p.m. and passed down past our old battlefield, and past the burnt evident of wars grim terrors. Natives on bank cried, “Adios Wn.” Below Macati Co F cascoe ran ashore on a sharp bend, and Capt Booker had a swim for his money. Put us in barracks No. 12 at San Maguil [Miguel] the most beautiful part of town in San Miguel district. Had a fine supper, first in three days. Downtown in eve with “4” –everyone gave us the “glad hand.”
Not yet relieved, although 2 Co’s 37th Vets are in Pasig. There must have been trouble at St Pedro Macati, as we heard cannonading at intervals for two hours or more. Sometime ago they captured the mayor and 100 others for being implicated in an insurrection there.