Tuesday, March 28th, 1899

Manila, Luzon Island –Entry made in parlor of No. 2 Calle Santa Elena, Tondo Dist.

More or less cloudy; air still; weather hot; dry. Heavy smoke cloud rose straight up in the sky & hung above the horizon, northward, probably more house-burning in Malibon [Malabon]. Tonight weather lovely, clear sky and bright full moon, shining. Nature is so still & the “meek-eyed angel of peace” seems to have his wings shadowing the land in outward seeming, but the reverse is the case. The Filipinos are desperately fighting for existence & death is abroad. Bombs made of high & powerful explosives are beginning to be used in this city; three I hear have been exploded; one in front of the U.S. Quartermaster or Commissary Dept. building.

I remained in Manila all day. Rev. Owens brought word that no one can go to the front without a pass on the railroad. Capt. Crow walked out to the trenches. Is a sea captain.

On my awakening this morning, launched the day as its mission with Bible reading & prayer, then breakfast & dish washing. Private Geo. Schumerhorn of Co. D. Oregon Vol. Inf. came in early this forenoon. Put his Springfield rifle & belt of cartridges in my bedroom & spent the larger part of the day in the city, about 4 p.m. he walked out to Caloocan to rejoin his regiment. We prayed together before he left.

Schumerhorn took an active part in the recent fighting with his regiment at first later by supplying his regiment with ammunition while in action. Had charge of a Chinaman or two & a caraboa [carabao] cart loaded with ammunition. Schumerhorn told me today that Prince Lowenstein (whose full name is Henry Ludwig Lowenstein Wertheim Freudenberg) of Bavaria, Germany, was shot through the stomach & instantly killed by the squad under the charge of Corporal Frank C.E. Edwards C.M. of of the 2d Oregon Vol. Inf. Edwards (who was also severely wounded) said they saw two men dodging about in a house some distance in front of the Oregon line. They could not recognize the men & did not know they were non-combatants, because Filipino sharpshooters were firing from some of the houses in the vicinity at his squad. The strange thing connected with the Prince’s habit of venturing between the lines & near the Filipinos was the fact that the latter never molested him. Loewentstein’s companion, Mr. Wm Neggli, a Swiss, was shot thro’ the hand. The sad mistake occured about 1. o’clock p.m. last Sunday. Schumerhorn saw his body lying in a church near the bridge about 2 miles beyond Caloocan, covered with a cloth. The prince was too rash for a spectator.

Wrote & copied 2 letters. (1) Capt V.R. Post, acknowledging receipt of $36. for one month’s salary –date Feb. 17–

(2) To Lieut-Col. Alice Lewis, 134 W. 14th St. New York a 7-page letter –my 21st weekly– describing as per her request the situation down here & that if the S.A. leaders conclude to hold the Philippines, foreign Salvation Army officers should sent here against whom the natives would hold no grudges as they are likely to do against Americans as the outcome of this war. Cited the case of Rome preparing Italian priests to supplant Spanish priests on the archipelago. I consider this letter as very important.

After bidding Schumerhorn good-bye I went down to the Escolta. Got shaved in a Spanish barbershop; then called at the post office. Got a letter from my niece Miss Eva Milsaps, Shawnee City Oklahoma Ty. Writes very affectionately. Says I am about the only person who seems to care for her in this world. Wants to see me. Is keeping a Scrap book of my Manila letters to the War Cry.

Rec’d several publications (English) & forty copies of “El Amigo de la Infancia” in Spanish; letter from Madrid, Spain. God is good to me praise His dear name. –I drew at the post office the $36. postal note, turned my tenth $3.60 over to the Lord’s fund.


Monday, Mar. 27th, 1899

Tambobong, Luzon Island –Entry made in parlor of No. 2 Calle Santa Elena, Tondo

Cloudy more or less all day but dry and hot. Tonight my clothes are wet with perspiration. Have returned about one hour since from the village of Tambobong opposite Malibon [Malabon]. Rev. Owens & I started out this afternoon about 2.15 o’clock & walked all the way to this village of nipa huts with the long name. Where is it situated at the Malibon [Malabon] end of the long causeway between Caloocan & Malibon [Malabon], Large, square, fish ponds stretch away north & south on either side of the causeway. A salt water inlet or estuary separates the village from Malibon. We could not enter the latter town because the middle arch of the bridge spanning this piece of water had been blown up by the Filipinos. A large part of the two towns was burnt by the retreating enemy who slipped quietly out. The ruins were still smoking when we arrived. Stragglers from the U.S. army Passed out Call Lemery thro’ the burnt part of Tondo district, made famous by the battle of the 22d & 23rd. Everything is very quiet & about deserted. Several companies of the 4th U.S. Inf. regulars were just getting into quarters at various points along the road to the Malibon causeway, at the American trenches now abandoned. I hardly recognize Caloocan, so completely has it been razed to the ground. A sentinel stopped us as we turned on the causeway. He called the corporal. The latter said we must see his captain. The latter (Captain Andrews of L. Company) demaned our passes somewhat brusquely. We exhibited them. Andrews cautioned us about entering Malibon; said he had no troops in that place & if we went we must take the responsibility on ourselves. We concluded to do that & passed on down the road. About 300 yards from our trenches came to high trenches made of mud in a fish pond on the right hand side of the road going towards Malibon. A low hillock of gravel was thrown across the road. Behind this Filipinos lay to shoot, judging from many empty shells. Men were hurt here. Stains of dry blood were seen, where it had stood in pools, & trails of blood could be traced along the road towards town, made by wounded men. Deep ditches & wide were cut across the causeway in 2 places. We crossed them but were stopped by the broken arch. Examined Tambobong. the large Spanish hospital is a ruin. We saw smoking ruins here & there in Malibon. Towards the north a few miles a great cloud of smoke rose heavenward. Someone ventured the suggestion that Polo was on fire. Was probably another village. We saw not a single Filipino in Tambobong. The sun was getting low & we retraced our steps. Capt. Andrews came out of tent & was very pleasant to us. Invited us to come back & hold service with his men. Promised to “round them up” for us. Leaving him we hastened back to the Caloocan road to catch up with a couple of Government teams. Overtook a four-mule outfit. Had 4 u.S. soldiers & teamster; the latter permitted us to climb on & gave us a much appreciated atho’ rough ride back to Manila. Arrived home about 6.30 p.m. when I turned to & cooked supper.

This morning after Bible reading, prayer & breakfast, I went over to the Dagupan R.R. depot Manila at 8.35 to go out to the front. An officious man –don’t know his name– refused to met me go on the 9. o’clock train. Made the excuse that it was a special. I waited 3 hours altogether until 12. for another train then changed my mind & gave up the idea –too late. Our advance guard is getting near Malolos… Rumor says Gen. Montenego was shot & captured.

 


Sunday, Mar. 26th, 1899

Manila, Luzon Island –Entry made in parlor of No. 2 Calle Santa Elena, Tondo.

Sky covered with light hazy clouds which hardly broke the force of the sun’s rays. Weather hot.

Bible reading, prayer, breakfast & lesson for Bilibid prisoners. About 10.30 a.m. struck out on Paseo Azcarraga for Bilibid Prison. Arrived there in good season. Met Major Bean first who directed me to Lt. Wolf of the 2d Oregon’s. We had a long talk in the yard re yesterday’s fight. He is quite friendly. Provost Sergeant M. Ryan went around among the military prisoners & invited them to attend my meeting in the yard. Only three responded. The Sergeant then suggested the quarters of the white civil prisoners. Agreed. Had an audience of 25; very rough men; mostly sailors and beach combers –apparently. I was thankful to the Lord for this change. Don’t have to stand in the hot sun. My rough audience joined heartily in the singing. The service was broken off abruptly, by dinner call. Indeed when we entered the cook was already dishing out dinner on the floor to the prisoners of this ward. The food was left standing until the close of the service. At the close I was invited to return again. The Sergeant & I managed to have future meetings in that place as it is the best I have seen up to date in Bilibid.

Walked back home thro’ the hot sun, & found my table covered with mail from the United States. After going thro’ the letters gave my attention the remainder of the day to the War Crys of different countries. The number is increasing in variety. Lt-Col. Alice Lewis sent me a “Dispo.” for Dec. ’98. the first to come so far. Now for the letters:

(1) Feb. 20th ’99 from Capt. V.R. Post enclosed Postal order No. 30678 date Feb 17th. –my salary; am’t $36. U.S. coin.

(2) Brigadier Jno. Complin, Canadian General Secretary acknowledged receipt of my copy for their War Cry re Philippines.

(3) Private G. Bertrand sent his Soldier’s Pass for me to sign

(4) Lt-Col. Wm Evans, pv. B. acknowledges War Cry copy.

(5) Lt-Col. Alice Lewis, New York. Refers to receipt of several weekly letters, says she quoted contents to Commander Booth-Tucker & Consul. Feel anxious about me & ask me to advise them what to do in my case whether to remain or go away. It has been decided for the present that the Philippines remain attached to United States as my work is with the American soldiers & sailors.

This last item at least settles my mind for a short time, as Commandant’s letter greatly unsettled me. Expected Australasian officers to come up from the land of the Kangaroo any day.

Heavy cannonading this afternoon. “Monandnock” shelled Paranaque.

A German prince is reported killed today at our lines. Was a spectator. Colonel of the 22d U.S. Inf. also reported killed.

 


Saturday, March 25th, 1899

Caloocan, Luzon Island –Entry made in parlor of No. 2 Calle Santa Elena, Tondo

Sky cloudy but weather hot & oppressive. My overshirt was wet with perspiration. Tonight I am tired; don’t feel like writing.

Bible reading, prayer, breakfast –cooked & eaten– then leaving my dishes for “Muchacho”, the Filipino servant boy to wash. I took my Kodak & umbrella & walked over to the Dagupan railroad depot to catch the 9. o’clock train. I waited in the depot with a party of soldiers & civilians until 9.45 o’clock a.m. when a mixed passenger & freight rolled in from Pasig quay near the Port Captain’s office. Without asking leave of anybody I jumped into a box car with some U.S. troops. The floor & wall in places with fresh wet blood, from wounded men. At daylight this morning a combined advance movement was made all along the line. While Bible reading in my bedroom this morning I heard firing at the front. The work of death commenced early. A company of soldiers came out on the train. Going over to the bluff back of the post office overling Dagatdagalono bay from whence a fair view was had of Malibon [Malabon]. Heard constant firing over there but could see nothing. Went over to the temporary fort back of the cemetery & watched Section 2, Battery A. Utah Artillery put some shots into Malibon [Malabon], The 2 guns face the causeway. Here a German –photographer, Peter Dutkewich* [*See page 239 re Private Julius Kuester], of No. 15 Plaza Santa Ana, Manila, joined me. He is taking pictures for G.M. Davis, No. 21, Washington St., New York. for public sale, stereopticon views & newspapers. This was the German’s first trip on the battlefield & was hard on him –the heat & work. An Englishman had joined me before. Together we visited the Filipino trenches, abandoned this morning. Found piles of empty catridge shells in the holes under the thatched roofs covering the holes. What a quantity of lead was shot at our men! Followed these trenches about one mile. No dead in them, but back I counted about 8 dead Filipinos. One I saw with brains oozing out of his head. Photographed the corpse.

By the roadside saw the dead body (alone & deserted) of Private Thompson, K. battery 3d Reg’t Heavy Artillery, lying in the shade behind a clump of tall bamboos. His neck & face were purple. Ants were attacking Thompson’s face.

Down in the forest North west of La Loma cemetery I separated from my 2 companions. German returned to the city. Pushed on alone north by a forest road. Came to 2 dead American soldiers –a lone sentry stood guard over them. In a bamboo & nipa shack (village of Balintaoag) [Balintawak] opposite the old ruined stoned church I saw a Filipino man stretched out wounded in the hand & leg. Asked me in Spanish for some “chow”. Gave him boiled rice. Then rustled around the houses near by & in water jars managed to get a little water, which I fetched him. Not wishing to have the poor fellow lie there & perhaps be burnt with the hut, seeing a book lying on a table, hastily tore a double leaf, meteorlogical report out & on the back wrote with a lead pencil:

“Attention There is a wounded Filipino in this house Take him to town. Milsaps.” Hung this paper under the eve of the hut facing the road & went on. Here Bro. Arthur Temple of the 2d Reserve Hospital (Salvationist of No. 1 corps San Francisco) came up with me. He was driving 4 ponies hitched to a hospital ambulance, going out to the fighting line. Climbing on to the back end of the vehicle I accompanied the 3 men to the road –& a rough road it is– about one mile. They halted for orders & I pushed on afoot. Ober in the forest to the left –bay side– came the sounds of a battle or engagement. In an open plain between the first line of forest & the 2nd line skirting the Tuliaha [Tuliahan] o Taasá (probably) river, I saw a picture of more than usual interest –a mass of army teams– mules drawing covered wagons, cavalry, Chinese, with arms & in U.S. soldiers uniforms, carabao carts, & in infantry guarding the same. This mass of men & animals stretching out perhaps a half mile long was halted awaiting orders. They stood there, the teams, loaded with commissary supplies, ammunition & baggage. A grand spectacle of war. Halfway down the line, 2 soldiers grimy and black, were sitting on the ground making dinner of jelly, bread & water –the latter tepid, out of a canteen. Asked me to share their meal. Did so gladly as I had nothing to eat since morning it was now about 2.45 p.m. Retraced my steps back. Near the rear of the train saw Chaplain (Father) McKinnon, of the 1st California vol. Inf. We shook hands. I remarked “I see most of your regiment has gone south?” (Negros & Panay Islands) Replied “Yes they have about left me all alone.”

Mr. Peters (artist) was also there. We exchanged a few words. Knew each other on the S.S. “Newport.”

I should state before going further with my narrative that crossing the battlefield from Caloocan to the northwest forest (from La Loma) came up to a party of soldiers & 2 Chinese in the shade of trees by the roadside. The Chinese weak, puny fellows, gave out. Chinese are employed largely to carry wounded men on stretchers. One of the two was lying asleep on the ground –completely used up. A wounded soldier, Private Julius Kuester* [*See page 235 re Peter Dutkewich, photographer], Battery K. 3d Reg’t Art’y., was stretched on the littler, with a bullet hole thro’ one leg, the stretcher was saturated with his blood. Spoke to him about Salvation & called his attention to advice given him on that line before. Acknowledged the advice, but excused himself when advised to seek Jesus. Some strong Chinese came along. They were made to take Kuester to Caloocan.

When I got back to where Bro. Temple was left beind, found him still waiting orders. While in conversation another Salvationist drove up with a 2 horse wagon, Brother Peter Shipper of the Engineer corps. Came in from Tuliaha [Tuliahan] o Taasá river, where a party of Engineers are throwing a bridge across the stream. Shipper had a lot of S.F. War Crys under his wagon seat. Gave me 3 Washington Crys. I passed some on to Temple. Shipper said some one at Headquarters (.S.F.) send him big packages of S.F. Crys. Which he distributes. For some reason unknown to me, I only get 3 copies now. Mistake somewhere; I am glad to learn that Shipper puts them in circulation. Mounting the seat by his side after bidding Temple good-bye, we drove back across the morning’s battlefield into Caloocan. In answer to questions Shipper said he is getting along well in his soul. Praise God. Seeing a big pile of Springfield rifles cartridges by the roadside, hundreds of them, we stopped & threw them in the wagon for the U.S. Army to have the benefit when needed for use. On the battlefield near the spot where Thompson’s dead body lay, we also saw a copy of the S.F. War Cry, Washington number (1899) by the roadside. Left it there for a soldier to pick up.

Arriving at Caloocan R.R. depot I said good-bye to Peter Shipper (gave him spiritual advice) & lo met a 3d Salvationist on the depot –Bro. Geo. Schurmerhorn of Co. D. 2d Oregon Vol. Inf. Has had a hot time today. Detailed to take ammunition to his regiment at the front. Related to me that the Filipinos tried to get him but did not succeed. God care’s for His own, blessed be His holy name.

Scenes of blood met my sight at the depot. Nine dead Americans were taken out of a room & laid in a row on green grass or hay just cut, in a box car. Railroad depot blanks littered the floor, & were sprinkled & smeared with blood. In the depot waiting room, one American lay on the floor. An attendant sat at his head fanning him. On a table lay another. A surgeon & attendants were dressing his wounds. He would cry out with pain. A basin of bloody water the surgeon used.

Gave Bro. Schurmerhorn words of comfort & admonition, we parted, he for the front, & I for Manila. I got into a compartment passenger car with soldiers & civilians, & about 5 p.m. arrived in Manila down near the Port Captain’s office. No one asked me to show my pass today.

Reached home tired & hungry & hot. Found a letter awaiting me on the parlor table which read as follows:

“Major Milsaps: I thought that I would run up and see you. It is the same old story. I have been gambling and I am so tired of it and hate it, but yet I cannoy get the power that I need so much. Major I (ask) you to pray for me, that the Lord Jesus may forgive and bring me back to him, for I have been very unhappy. If we do not go up or out to the line tomorrow, I will come up, but I shall try and make one more fight to overcome the devil.

Edward Stockton, Com. H. 1st Colorado.”

May God save poor Stockton, amen.

I turned to and cooked supper, very tired.

While eating thereof Private Clayton Scott, mounted Q.M. orderly dropped in. Said he will busy tonight & tomorrow. Went out & pressed into U.S. service 50 carabao carts & drivers today. Lost his temper while so doing, but God forgave him.

The battle today has been hard on our men. This evening’s train brought back 12 dead American soldiers. Many have been killed & wounded. We look for another fight & capture of Malibon [Malabon] tomorrow.

 


Friday, March 24th, 1899

Manila, Luzon Island –Entry made in parlor of No. 2 Calle Santa Elena, Tondo

Beautiful moonlight night at the time of this Diary entry, & quiet & calm. During the day a cool breeze kept the heat in check.

We expected a battle to commence this morning but it did not materialize. Preparations have been going on all day & the lightning is expected to strike tomorrow morning about 5 o’clock. Soldiers say that after commencing to drive the natives the expect to reach Malolos, the Aguinaldian capital (25 miles) in three days.

Day commenced with bible reading & prayer. Last night I slept but little; a night of temptation, but the Lord was my helper, my refuge.

Kept busy all day. Cooked breakfast, washed dishes & did some reading –Texas History–. Private Geo. Berry, Co. H. 1st Montana Vol. Inf. came in with his Springfield rifle & belt full of cartridges. Spent an hour or two. He said God has been remarkably good to him at the front & blessed him much. We spoke of matters re the Kingdom. I wrote out for Berry an order on the U.S. paymaster directing the latter to pay over to the officer in charge of Salvation Army work, Kalispell, Flathead Co. Montana (where he was converted) such money as may be due him, in case he (Berry) died of disease or was killed in battle. Berry signed the order & I signed also as witness. The order is to be left in the hands of the regimental chaplain. Berry also gave me $5. gold to pay his Tenth Leaguer due & a small donation. God bless him. Before returning to the front we prayed together. The Montana men have been assigned to the flying brigade & will probably see a lot of fighting. Before Berry left I prepared a slight lunch for the two us –apple pie & lemonade.

Private Alpheus Palmer of the North Dakotas dropped in. Wanted some War Crys. Gave him some. Paid me 40 cts Mex. Talk –spiritual & secular matters & prayer. Is a good man.

With Rev. & Mrs. Owens & Miss Morrison (daughter of Capt. M.) I went to the Escolta. Left them there & called at the post office. Rec’d a letter from Major Acum of S.A. Foreign Office, London, Eng. Ge enclosed copy of a letter to him from L.B. Armstrong, Barcelona, Spain, who was making inquiries re the Spanish & Tagalog literature sent me. I wrote & copied a letter to the Major regarding the matter.

Bro. Prautch & wife (Methodists) came to No. 2, to see the Owen’s to get Bro. O. to preach in the Filipino theatre next Sunday forenoon, providing the Montana chaplain fails to do it.

Met a man on Calle del Rosario & spoke to him about the Salvation of his soul. He formed one of the “Newport’s’ crew when I crossed the ocean. Oh, that men would value the things which belong to their peace & seek and serve the blessed Son of God.


Thursday, March 23, 1899

Manila, Luzon Island –Entry made in parlor of No. 2 Calle Santa Elena, Tondo.

Cloudy and cool –the weather. Rumors and significant preparations point to an advance tomorrow. One rumor says Aguinaldo proposes to surrender. We shall see. The 1600 & odd men are landing from the transport “Sherman”. –News just in details a sharp fight near Iloilo March 16th. It is alleged that 500 natives were killed.

Consul Williams is championing the discharged American crew of the transport “Indiana”, & the men are boarding at the English hotel at $4. a day. The “Indiana” it seems is a private property leased to the U.S. Gov’t,

Cooked breakfast & washed dishes after Bible reading & prayer. Gave 3 or 4 hours to reading the old anonymous history of Texas. Is an oddly written pamphlet but withal interesting to me. I was glad to welcome once more to No. 2 Private George Bertrand of Co. H. 1st South Dakota Vol. Inf. We had a long talk about war matters in general & spiritual matters in particular. Closed with prayer before he returned to his quarters. Bro. Betrand gave me $3.75 U.S. silver –principally his Tenth League payment. Praise God. It does my heart good to meet Salvationists who are remaining true to Christ in spite of the blood & savagery of war.

I took dinner with Rev. & Mrs. Owens. We indulged in the luxury of boiled fresh beef & soup from the same.

Soon after dinner an United States orderly called & delivered me an official envelope for which I receipted. The letter was in answer to my letter of application made to the Governor-General yesterday asking for a pass thro’ the lines. Major-General Otis kindly granted my wish & promptly delivered the pass by special messenger. The document reads as follows:

“Office of the United States Military Governor in the Philippine Islands.

Manila, P.I. March 23d 1899.

Pass:

Pass Mr. John Milsaps of the Salvation Army within the lines of the United States troops.

By Command of Major General Otis.

C.M. Murray

Major & Inspector General, U.S.V.

L.R. 651.                     Secretary.”

I feel thankful to to God for this pass. Have prayed to the Lord about it several times. I am desirous of going to the front. Went down to the Escolta after receiving the pass & purchased from a Chinese a pair of high top shoes ($3. Mex) as I expect to do considerable rough walking.

About supper time Bro. Schumerhorn called. I cooked supper for the 2 of us. Conversation and prayert. Rev. Owens joining.

 


Wednesday, March 22d, 1899

Manila, Luzon Island –Entry made in parlor of No. Calle Santa Elena.

Clear and cool. Lovely weather.

Bible reading and prayer. The Holy Ghost blesses me in my soul — He did so last night. My God is good to me, blessed be His holy name, and leaves me not comfortless down here in this heathen land.

Wrote and copied 2 letters: (1) Lt-Col. Alice Lewis, New York, 20th Weekly Letter; (2) Major Gen’l Elwell S. Otis, Governor General of the Philippines requesting a pass to visit troops of 8th Army corps.

Hearing the Utah Artillery sentinel in front of my house call the attention of another soldier to a fire, I looked out and saw a cloud of smoke rising from some buildings in our neighborhood. Hastily putting on my street clothes & taking Kodak & umbrella I hastened over to the fire which was on Sagunto street near the Divisoria market site. This region (the market & adjacent buildings. Sagunto street takes the name Santo Cristo on front of the ruins of the market building. This is a peculiarity of Manila streets.

Chinese occupied the burning buildings. They were beside themselves with excitement –rattled– acted like madmen. While it was serious, at the same time it was a most ludicrous scene. The “bombaderos” (Filipino firemen) are an absurdity. They fastened a hose without a nozzle to a hydrant, Chinese carried the hose pouring out water into the second story window of the burning house. They got as wet as drowned rats. Some American soldiers lent a hand to minimize the bungling. A corporal fell from a second story window & injured himself. Another soldier while dashing down the street had his money belt come loose. Ten dollar gold pieces fell out on the pavement in a shower over a radius of about ten feet. Chinese onlookers rushed up to the gold. Rev. Owens, myself & a soldier also rushed to the assistance of the unfortunate man. I saw a Chinese stoop down & pick up a ten dollar gold piece. Grabbing the arm that held the money I made him give it to the owner. The fire was extinguished without much damage.

After Owens & I returned from the fire, a bite to eat, then I got out some Texas & U.S. railroad maps & an old pamphlet history of Texas, by an anonymous writer –published in 1846. Studied the maps & read with much interest current history of Texas in the days of the Lone Star Republic. The history gives a peculiar insight into the society & habits of those days.

About 4.00 o’clock went to the post office & mailed my letters. Rec’d 2 copies of the “American” –Saturday last and Wednesday –today.

The member of the 3d Artillery who brought my evening “Times” late this afternoon, quite enthusiastically exclaimed that an advance is to made against the enemy tomorrow. The front has been very quiet the past two days.

News is that the Filipino prisoners held in the walled city have sent a note to their relatives in Aguinaldo’s army, calling on them to cease fighting, as it is hopeless, & that the U.S. Government is good enough for them.

Down on the Escolta while I was buying a dozen Chinese oranges from a Filipino woman for Rev. Owens, 2 civilians stepped up & asked me to give them some advice. About 50 –all the crew I think– of the “Indiana” has been discharged. They had no money, no place to stay & were in a quandary what to do. The Governor General would have nothing to do with the tumble, Consul Williams said he washed his hands of the whole business: they could get satisfaction nowhere. I advised them to call on General Hughes, Provost Marshall General, who has jurisdiction over the city, as he might be able to do something on the line of sleeping accomodations, etc.

The U.S. transport “Sherman” arrived in port today bringing reinforcements. The American army is getting strong. I hope & believe that the war will soon end.


Tuesday, March 21st, 1899

Manila, Luzon Island –Entry made in parlor of No. Calle Santa Elena, Tondo.

Clean day; generally hot; occasional cool breeze. Bible reading, prayer, cooking, breakfast & dish washing. Gave some time to reading.

About the dinner hour Albert Scott Co. D, 1st North Dakota vol. inf. called with a cigar in his mouth and acting strangely. Had a long straight talk with him. He confessed that he is on the back track. Returned to his opium smoking habit & uses tobacco. Says he is not backslidden. I take but little stock in such talk. Scott is unstable. This Scott is quite a different character in contrast to his brother Clayton who is a humble, zealous, spiritually minded Salvationist. May God give us many more such men, amen. Albert went away for a short time & presently returned with a box of sardines, some buns and 2 bottles of soda water. Made dinner of the same & caused me to share the same. After counseling him faithfully to get Christ to restore him, then to give up opium & tobacco & serve the Lord faithfully, I prayed with him before we parted. Requested him to pray but he refused. Scott is getting deaf. Expects to return to the United States in a short time. Has been discharged from Bilibid. I dared hope he would be a bright trophy of the saving power of Christ, but alas for hope in Scott’s case I have been disappointed. The fault is all his own.

When Scott left I went down to the post office. No mail.

The daily “American” is an uncertain quantity. I am supposed to receive it daily, but the clerk at the delivery window this p.m. said I get it “semi-occasionally.”

Returned home late & cooked supper. While in the kitchen, Private Geo. Schumerhorn of Co. D. 2d Oregon vol. inf. dropped in. His regiment is in fresh from the front. It formed part of the flying brigade –the right wing that did the fighting recently over at the town of Pasig & adjacent towns near Laguna de Bay. The Filipinos have disappeared from their & the regiment returned to the city. At present there is a lull in hostilities, but something decisive is likely to be done soon after the arrival of the reinforcements en route.

The Lord kept Bro. Schumerhorn saved in soul & safe in body.

Bro. S. brought sad news back. James Page, of Co. D. 2d Oregon vol. inf., was shot in the head & killed last Sunday by the Filipinos. Page was a backslidden Salvationist, hailing from La Grande, Oregon. Schumerhorn tried to persuade him to attend the Salvation Army meetings in No. 2 but failed. His opportunity on that line is forever past. It must be an exceedingly terrible thing to die a backslider.

Before Schumerhorn returned to his quarters himself, the writer & Rev. Owens prayed together in my bedroom.

I wrote & copied a leter to Ensign V. Post, 1139 Market St. San Francisco, acknowledging receipt of copying books, films, etc.

The battleship “Oregon” is in port. She arrived .     .

Rev. Owens said thro’ the authority of Capt. Morrison of the ship “Vigilant” (now sunk in Manila bay) that the “Iowa” and “Texas” are also bound for this port. News of deep import if true, Morrison brought, which Consul Williams told him; viz., that Russia, Germany and France have formed a coalition against England. This union of the three great powers it is surmised will in some way affect the United States. The local newspapers have nothing to say of this important event. The military authorities exercise a strict censorship over the newspapers of Manila.


Monday, March 20th, 1899

Manila, Luzon Island –Entry made in parlor of No. 2 Calle Santa Elena.

Day alternately clear & cloudy, but comparatively cool. We Americans are not suffering from heat now. Mrs. Rev. Owens is down with the measles. God gives me excellent health; praise to His name. Last night God revealed His love to me in my soul. The infinite goodness of my Creator is truly marvelous.

God’s love is the only true comfort possessed by me. I suffer myself to be ordered about the world by people in whom I have little or no confidence. Since I have lost faith in the rectitude of the Booth administration I cannot take the same pleasure I once did in the work of building up the Salvation Army. In days not far back I thought the Booths were as willing to sacrifice themselves for the glory of God & the advancement of His cause as to sacrifice us for that purpose, but I do not think that way now. Three great prizes sought after eagerly on different lines of effort by the unregenerate are, fame, power and wealth. Many seek these prizes thro’ the church & with that object they do not hesitate to sacrifice themselves; the Booths I feel are doing the same for the aggrandizement of their family. The name of Booth now is synonymous with imperialism. If a man marries a Booth girl he is required to add the word Booth as a prefix to his own surname, as witness the marriages of Commissioners Clibborn, and Hellberg, and Judge Tucker –We have these men styled Booth-Clibborn, Booth-Hellberg and Booth-Tucker. Exceedingly modest is such an example on the part of the meek & lowly Booths. Custom is reversed again in favor of the Booth girls when they marry. They do not act on the principle of love & honor & obey their husbands, but the case stands the other way, at least in the last two instances cited, for the reason, presumably, that the General appoints his own daughters to the oversight of natives & not their husbands save as the second in command. We have the case of Merachale Booth-Clibborn in Holland & Belgium, Consul Booth-Tucker in the United States & Lucy Booth-Hellberg in France & Switzerland. Field Commissioner Evangeline Booth (unmarried) is in command of British America. When a male Booth marries a woman custom is allowed to hold its usual sway: vide, Commandant Herbert H. Booth, Australasia who married a Dutch girl –Shoch; Ballington Booth who took to wife Miss. Maud Charlesworth & W. Bramwell Booth. When the General caps the climax of family self-abnegation by apppointing a member of his own family (which I fully expect) his successor as general of the Salvation Army, then we shall have such a beautiful example of the never-mind me or mine spirit as the world has not been treated to for centuries. Will he do it?

At the time of the Ballington Booth split in New York, I was editor of the national War Cry published there. I was appointed to receive the New York newspaper reporters to furnish them S.A. news. A reporter attached to the New York “Post” sprung a surprise upon me by inquiring why General Booth appointed his own children to all the important S.A. commands in the world. The question was a stunner, for I knew they filled the chief places. When hardly more than boys and girls they were appointed to positions of trust & promoted in rank far above old officers, who had rendered years of faithful service.

The Salvation Army in my opinion is the grandest religious agency every devised to bless humanity, and embraces in its ranks the noblest spirits that I have ever known on earth, but the heaviest weight carried by this God-raised organization today is the Booth family. I am exceedingly sorry to put such thoughts on paper, but such is my opinion, formed after a service of sixteen years. Nothing would please me better than to change my opinion for the better, but as matters stand I cannot help having them. They are not pleasant to me.

This forenoon after Bible reading, prayer, cooking etc. etc. added another page to War Cry copy wrote & copied a letter to Lt-Col. Wm Evans & sent the same away by todays U.S. mail. To do this I hastened down to the post office with it. Two Kodak pictures were sent: Clayton Scott & ruins of Ft. Canacao [Cañacao] at Sangley Point. Subheads of article: “Keeping Early Hours,” “Prepared for a Siege,” “With the Fifty-First” & “In Prison.”

Private A. Lloyd, Co E. 1st Montana vol. inf. came in from the front with his accoutrements of war. Had a talk & did not forget to have prayer together. He claims to be in good spiritual condition. This is very encouraging to me for which I praise His dear name. Lloyd presented me with 4 Filipino “Republica” stamps without me asking for them: 2, 2 cent stamps, maroon color are telegrafos; 2 cents, red, is postage, the fourth is 50 cents, blue, telegrafos. The central design is a large triangle with a star in each corner & a sun surrounded by rays in the middle. They will probably be very valuable in future years.

I saw a fine balloon after dark this p.m., probably sent up by Filipinos.