Wednesday, April 26th, 1899

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

The time is after 9 p.m. The rain is falling, the thunder muttering and lightning illumining the prevailing blackness.

The U.S. mail leaves tomorrow & I have remained close at home all day, sticking to this table, first writing with a lead pencil & afterwards copying with in an article for the Salvation Army monthly published in New York City entitled “Harbor Lights”. The heading to the article is “Five Memorable Nights on the Philippines”. Company was scarce today much to my gratification, as I was thus able to give my thoughts uninterruptedly to literary work.

Cooked breakfast and supper mush, bacon & cocoa.

Tonight while I was sitting at this table writing, the Kragg Jorgensen rifle of a Utah sentry across the way was discharged accidentally. Seemed to hit this house the bullet. The sentry was playing with the breech apparatus.


Tuesday, April 25th, 1899

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

Paid rent for the month of April, to Mrs. Ysabel Wood – Amount $35. Mexican silver. This money is for No. 2 Calle Santa Elena, Manila. My landlady instead of asking rent in advance was content to let the month get pretty well on before sending her usual recibo to “Juan Major Milsaps”. Paid her the money. Read a chapter or two in Leviticus, a psalm & prayed, then cooked breakfast. In company with Rev. Owens went to the post office. Was handed out some more papers.

Purchased some more shells for my cabinet from a Filipino. Am keeping a sharp look out for different for different kinds. Want to make my collections as complete as possible. Also purchased groceries and treated my companion to a couple of oranges.

Hurried back home. Capt. Morrison, his daughter Agnes & a little girl from Australia a sea Captain’s daughter were awaiting my return to hear the gramophone. Gave them their desire in the matter.

Dinner peanuts, an orange & lemonade.

Supper, oatmeal mush, fried bacon and cocoa.

Company claimed more of my time than I cared to give. Private D. G. Hines & “Red” another soldier, called re preparing for a stereopticon. To Hines I gave a New Testament & 2 War Crys to take to Bro. Schumerhorn – No. 1 Reserve Hospital.

Bro. Clayton Scott rode up on his poney. Had a brief spiritual talk & prayer together. He informed me of a Salvationist – a packer – just over with the last batch of U.S. Government mules. His name is A. J. Merritt. Belongs to S. F. No. 2 Corps. Gave Scott 2 War Crys to read & pass on to the new comer.

Tried to write more for “Harbor Lights”, but made little progress. Bothered too much. This knocks an expected trip to the country in the head. I must catch the next mail.

The Utah Artillery sentinel captured a Filipino man this afternoon with his revolver. The Filipino is a prisoner of war. Was taken to the Utah quarters & by making himself useful to the soldiers won their good will & secured the freedom of the troops. Commenced to dress in spotless white. Lately he contracted the habit of holding up Chinese & robbing them. Tried it this afternoon. Struck a Chinese on the head. When I saw the men, blood was running down the face of the Chinese. Mr. Filipino’s priviledges will probably be restricted now.

News is coming in this evening late that Calumpit was captured. Some of our men were killed & wounded; ditto the enemy. I heard that an advance to be made to the next town forthwith.

God blessed me with His love last night.

Monday, April 24th, 1899

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

Lovely moon tonight. Strong breeze this evening; heavy clouds but no rain; hot. Busy day.

Out of bed read Leviticus & 2 psalms, prayed to my Lord, then cooked breakfast washed dishes & struck out for the post office. Heard that a mail from the U.S. arrived & a big mail at that. Asked the man at the General Delivery & rec’d several pockets full of papers & letters for Rev. Owens & myself. The latter written on the railroad by Adj. C. W. Bourne came. Brought me news prints. Adjutant Chas Danner is a very useful man in a printing office. I have never found a better, Bourne wants me to write a weekly letter for a Willoughby, Ohio, newspaper: The Fort Herrick. S.A. Colony is in a financial strait. Ballington Booth has assumed the title of “general”.

Rev. Ostora Gibson (formerly lawyer at Flagstaff, Arizona) pastor of Willcox and Peace, Ariz write from Willcox. Is addressing himself to pastoral work but continues his study of law. Is a noble man; one of God’s jewels.

  1. B. Marye of S.F. No. 6 corps wants me to find Hollie W. Ayers of the 1st California Vol. Inf. for his parents. Supposed to have been in the small pox hospital.

The Houston, Texas “Post” sends me a subscription dun although I renewed.

Capt. V. R. Post, for Lt.-Col. Wm Evans, enclosed me under date of March 20th, $36 postal Note no.             for one month’s salary. I collected the money (U.S. coin) immediately from the post office.

Read papers 2 or 3 hours. Dinner dry bread & lemonade.

Downtown again after dinner – hospital visitation. Called first at the 2d Reserve Hospital (military) out in Malate. Found Brother Dave Freeman. Claims to be well in soul & improving in body from overheating. Seemed pleased to have me call. He is in ward No. 4 Took him 2 War Crys, talked to him on spiritual matters & kneeled down beside his cot & prayed before leaving. Since my last visit the 2nd reserve has filled up remarkably with patients, even the verandahs were lined with cots.

Jumped on the street car & got off at the First Reserved Hospital. Was surprised how populous this hospital is become. The building is overcrowded & many tents are occupying vacant spaces in the yard. Found Brother Geo. Schumerhorn in Ward 3 down with dysentery, but is inspiring. Had a talk on spiritual matters. I knelt down & prayed with him before bidding him good-bye. Spoke to several men about Christ.

Met Dr. Kellogg of the Utah Light artillery on the Escolta. The Doctor is going home (DN.) on the transport “Sheridan”. Had a desire to do the missionary work in connection with his practice among the U.S. soldiers but found he said the military authorities offered to him. They are afraid of antagonizing the Roman Catholic power said the doctor.

Down on the Escolta, Private C. H. Goetz, Co. K. 14th U.S. Infantry & I had a talk re himself. He looks bad. Is so changed in appearance that I hardly knew him. War and undoubtedly is now a zealous Christian, studying for the ministry when he enlisted, the missionary spirit caused him to enlist.

Out of the firing line he purchased some bananas from Filipino fruit seller. They were all right. Afterwards, he purchased more. The second lot immediately made him sick. He is hardly over the effect yet. Goetz claims the Filipinos prisoned him.

Sunday, April 23d, 1899

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

So Provost-Sergeant M. Ryan of Bilibid prison is dead! I was very much surprised today when the news was imparted to me. Last Sunday forenoon he was full of life characteristic of young men & led a procession of military prisoners out of their wards to my cell & on Tuesday passed into eternity to appear before the dread tribunal of God. While treating me well so far as I could see, he never manifested openly any interest in Christ or the salvation for which He, the Lord, gave His life to purchase for sinners. One may hope that in some way he may have found eternal life at last, still, such a hope is a miserably poor straw upon which to hang a hope. Our blessed Jesus says, “behold I came quickly.” May every one of us like the beloved John be able to answer “Amen, even so come Lord Jesus. My Savior is precious to me.

A new Provost-Sergeant, John Houser, brough some prisoners (4) out today & my meeting was held in the ward given over to white civil prisoners – usually a rough set of sailors. My audience of 17 was disturbed by some one coming to get seamen to fill up his crew. Two splendid specimen of muscular humanity attracted my attention, one of them remarked when I spoke sympathizingly of Ryan’s death, “I hope he is in the south-eastern corner of hell.” Appeared to be incensed against the dead man. I gave 2 new testaments to the prisoners – one copy to the hard case at his request. Left some hymn brooks also to the men.

My meetings are much too short to suit me. Lieut. Wolf makes a tour of inspection on Sunday forenoon. Sometimes he is late. I am then late too. Must close at 11.45 a.m.

A conspiracy was discovered in Bilibid this week. The Filipino convicts made knives & sharpened files with the intention of killing the guards and making their escape. The plot was discovered and the weapons confiscated.

After the close of my meeting in the civil prison, one of the military prisoners whose sentence will expire Tuesday greatly pleased me with the news that he is now saved. He sought salvation two days since & is now a different man. Said I spoke to him about salvation in Honolulu. Name: James Rusher, Co. B. 23d U.S. Infantry. To my God alone be the glory and praise, amen.

Walking to & from Bilibid was hot work, but I do not mind it, now since the dear Lord is using me there.

Commenced day with 2 chapters in Leviticus & a few verses in the 24th Chapter of Joshua. Prayed. My God was near me. Praised him in my sleep and dreams last night.

Cooked breakfast and supper and washed dishes, made dinner of lemonade and dry bread.

This evening a hard breeze – about sunset – resembling a Texas norther without the cold, slammed doors & windows & brought up rain clouds. Tonight we are having sheet lightning & a light rain.

Being alone this afternoon gave my attention to lifelong work & wrote 2 short parts of my article for “Harbor Lights”.

The “City of Pueblo” arrived & brought several companies of the 9th U.S. Infantry. The troops landed.

News of a “scrap” came in this afternoon. A reconnoitering party got engaged which drew in the battle lines & there followed much exchanging of shots. One third of a 4th Cavalry troop is reported killed or wounded & Col. Stotsenberg of the 1st Nebraska Vol. Inf. is killed. This fight is conclusive that the Filipinos do not want peace.

Rev. & Mrs. Owens saw Schumerhorn in the 1st Reserve hospital. Dysentery. A shot just fired.

Saturday, April 22, 1899

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

Blinding flashes of lightning, thunder and a rain is at the time of writing relieving the monotony of hot day. The weather was unusually warm, although quite breezy.

The rumored uprising of Filipinos last night failed to materialize. I am glad to state. Capt. Morrison & his daughter Agnes stayed in No. 2 Agnes slept with Mrs. Owens & the Captain & Rev. Owens occupied on of my rooms.

God the Holy Ghost manifested His love & presence in my soul last night. Glory to His ever blessed name.

This morning a chaplain in Leviticus & one in the Song of Solomon claimed my attention; then prayer, after this I cooked breakfast, washed dishes & struck out for the post office. Received quite a few War Crys & other papers & letters for Rev. Owens & myself. While in town purchased a pitcher & 2 glazed cups from a Chinese firm for house keeping purposes. Also bought some beautiful shells for my collection from a Filipino woman. The variety of beautiful & strange shells in my possession make my cabinet quite respectible in size & value.

Was shaved in a Spanish barber shop on the Escolta. My last shave was in a Filipino barber shop at Cavite. I do not like to take chances on Filipinos. They are considered treacherous.

Private D.G. Hines dropped in again. Treated the 2 of us to prune pie (30 cts, Mex) & lemonade for dinner.

Arose from this morning with a headache, which troubled me all day. Felt like resting. Put in several hours reading War Crys, Houston “Ports” etc. The ship channel (Buffalo Bayon) from Galveston Bay to Houston interests me much.

Recommenced another article for the S.A. magazines “Harbor Lights.” Have been tumbled by visitors of late who spoiled my time for literary work.

Wrote & copied a letter to Bro. Hans Veiweibe, Brigade Hospital, Cavite, sending receipt for $7. Tenth League Payment also encouraged him spiritually.

I am much concerned to know how the trouble between the U.S. field staff & Booth-Tucker is shaping.

Friday, April 21st, 1899

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

The time is now about 8 p.m. Word has lately – since dark been brought from U.S. Headquarters to the Utah artillerymen across the street from my house, that the Filipinos are expected to rise tonight in Manila. An attack is expected to be made on the Cuartel Meisig close to my house. The old Spanish woman, Senora Dolores Valcacer is frightened. She got wind of it somehow & made a flying visit up stairs.

I attempted the article for “Harbor Lights”, Mrs. Brewer wrote me to send her, the title will probably be Four (or five) nights in the Philippines. Did not make much progress because of much company. Rev. Rogers, a Presbyterian missionary from the Southern part of Brazil arrived today by steamer. Left his wife or children in China. Mr. Randall of the Bible Society brought him around. A lady came also.

Bro. D. G. Hines came. Is not improving as rapidly as one could wish. Capt. Morrison & daughter, Agnes, also called. They are staying with the Owens’ tonight. I have given the latter permission to use one of my rooms during the night. They borrowed 2 cots from the Utah men.

I went to the post office this morning but rec’d nothing; U.S. mail came but was not distributed; called again this p.m. with better success. (1) a short letter of no importance from Lt.-Col. Alice Lewis, New York, enclosing a pamphlet of instruction re Self Denial Week. I have no heart to do any more self-denying than I am doing to raise money for the General or Booth-Tucker. Their reputation for wasting money is discouraging. Com. B.-T. is the author of the pamphlet.

(2) Adjutant C. Wilfred Bourne, written at New York, March 13th, brings heavy news & hints at move. Says he learned in Commanders’ office that the San Francisco Cal. War Cry is doomed – “sure thing” this time. God forbid. For a period of long years the U.S. leader stationed in New York tried to suspend the little paper. I prayed God and trusted him & worked to keep it going. The Lord did not permit it to fail praise His dear name. The N. Yorkers are again at their old game. May God block it again if best in His sight.

I quote Bourne: “Rumour says that we are likely to lose Commander in a year or so. He will have been with us then five years. Remember I received above in confidence but was allowed to write you.” Evidently the General had been petitioned to recall Commander & Mrs. Booth–Tucker & he does not wish to comply with the request for a year or two, which is equivalent to not granting it. Bourne says he wrote another on the can but I did not get it.

Tonight the moon gives light thro’ light clouds. There will be some light at least in case they make an attack.

This a.m. at a Chinese gallery on Calle Nueva, I obtained 10 photographs of the recent fight over at Santa Maria, with kindred pictures taken by Corporal Krell. lI mailed some papers to Bro. Berry at Corregidor Is. hospital yesterday morning & this p.m. sent a package of envelopes, 2 lead pencils & some writing paper to Private Frank Amie, Battery H. 3d Heavy Artillery at Paombong.

Taps is now sounding over in the Cuartel Meisig. I am hot & sleepy & want to retire. Unto my God I give praise for His providential care over me.

Thursday, April 20th, 1899

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

I am returned from a village about 2 miles beyod Malolos, Paombong, and feel thoroughly tired and sleepy and still hot or rather feeling the effects of walking miles in the fierce sun. Rev. Owens purposed the other day that we go today, but when the time came he had an excuse and did not go.

I got up early, read as chapter in Leviticus & a psalm, prayed, cooked breakfast & then walked down to the 8.30a.m. train and at that have rolled north to Malolos where I arrived between 11 & 12 o’ clock noon. Spoke to a soldier about a salvation on the way down to the train. On my way to the main plaza from the depot met an old Filipino woman (beggar) crawling along the street. Gave her 2 cents Mex. Made my way to Battery H. 3d Heavy Artillery. On the way out by invitation went in the hospital to sit, chat & cool off.

Then struck out again to the extreme outpost towards the bay south west of Calumpit. All the way out met acquaintances. Half a mile before reaching Paombong I struck the American outposts facing the bay or marshes on that side & a watercourse from whence that Filipinos surprise & attach came last week. The boys are alert now for anything of the kind, which is likely to come at any moment. This forenoon when our train passed Guiguinto station south of Malolos, the 13th Minnesota men informed us that an attack had been made upon them a few minutes before our arrival. This several miles in the rear of our battle line. On my return by the 4.30p.m. train south, I could see in the direction of the foreman attack clouds of smoke ascending from a burning village & farm houses.

After passing the Filipino beggar woman on the depot to the town of Malolos. I met Bro. Georgeson of Co. 1st South Dakota Vol. Inf. He is a backslider Salvationist. At one period, G. was a true Christian. Says now he tried to live a true Christian in the U.S. army but failed, can’t succeed so thinks trying is useless. Urged him earnestly to try again. Seemed more affected than any previous conversation since his downfall. G. had his gun & cartridges as if out on patrol.

Reaching the Roman Catholic church, a solid stone structure with thick walls & heavy buttresses at the base, a soldier acted as guide. I ascended thro’ some man-holes resembling passages in mines to the roof, where one or two American sentries were watching the surrounding country, at present occupied by the enemy. I saw a town in a forest. The men thinks it is Calumpit, but are not certain.

When I came down from the roof 3 men who rode up to the church on horseback were just preparing from dinner in the main entrance on an old broken bench. The men were 2 representatives of Frank Leslies’ Illustrated newspaper. Mr. and Mr. . also Dr. of A. Battery, Utah Light Artillery. The Doctor opened a can of baked beans, this with ginger snaps, soda crackers, and pea nuts (latter supplied by me) & water out of a canteen constituted our repast. These gentlemen were very friendly to me. God bless them.

On my trip I addressed salvation advice to 2 crowds of soldiers on outpost & spoke personally to Brothers, Oden, Harris, Rensberger, Hofferstine of the churches & Devine, (Landon) Frank Amie & an Army convert. Amie & I prayed together in a native hut. He brought me coffee beans and bread for dinner, but I thanked him for the food, accepting the will for the act. Devine was standing guard on the bank of a stream a few yards from where 2 of his commanders were shot last week. We talked of matters of Christ’s Kingdom as he sat in the shade of a pandamus tree. Indeed, all the men of H. battery I spoke to were on the extreme picket line.

Arrived in Manila about 5.50p.m. after a railroad trip of 42 miles. This makes my third to Malolos.

This evening’s “Times” denies that Gen. Pilar is captured.

I cooked supper after returning from the front. Did not feel like it. Rev. Owens gave me some stew. Was welcome. I am glad of the prospect of a grand night’s rest. The sweat is oozing from my body from every pore – the calming perspiration of this hot, steamy quarter of the earth.

The Christians in the batteries are keeping close to Christ. Praise God. I am very glad to learn this. Bro. Devine looks better. Is improving in health.

There is talk of another advance forward.

Wednesday, April 19th, 1899

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

Hot day, although heavy clouds hung in the sky and breezes fanned sultry atmosphere from time to time. Up early & out of bed. Bible lesson and prayer. Cooked breakfast, partook thereof and washed the dishes in a hurry. Then proceeded down to the quay on front of the U.S. Quartermaster’s depot paid 20 cents Mex, fare & traveled 12 miles to Cavite. Saw the battleship “Oregon” in all the glory of white paint and black guns. First time that I have seen the now famous fighter since her completion. Was present in San Francisco at the launching of the hull.

Cavite is filling with Filipinos again. When the war broke out these people cleared out in short order.

This day might appropriately be termed a prayer circle day. I chased up and down the streets of Cavite an hour or two trying to find Private Chester Blaney of H. G. 10th Pennsylvania Vol. Inf., who was on guard detail. At last I found my man in bed resting on the back second floor of the Colegio de la Sagrada Familia – Roman Catholic – made notorious by the Filipinos (this building) when filled with sick and starving Spanish prisoners when I first landed in Cavite last July. I talked with him about various subjects not omitting spiritual. When about to leave I knelt down & prayed & requested Blaney to do the same. He bowed his head but did not kneel or pray. Says he is keeping saved. Advised him to be brave for Jesus or be aggressive. Together we visited a backslider Salvationist, but the latter appeared asleep.

Bidding Blaney good-bye I crossed the street to the Divisional hospital. Met Brother [A.J] Smith. Together we visited Bro. Hans [Verweibe], Salvationist, pastry cook, Verweibe, myself, Brother A.J. Smith, Hospital corps, Bro. Geo Baker of A. Battery, California Heavy Artillery had a little prayer gathering of our own in the sleeping room occupied by Verweibe and Smith on the ground floor of the hospital. Up stairs I was take to Bro. Z. K. Miller of the Ice factory. The latter not satisfied with the quietude of the ice plant, wen out to the front & helped the North Dakota regiment in battle. Consequence: sun struck or over heated. He is improving again. I kneeled down & prayed with him.

Verweibe accompanied me to the Naval Hospital down in the Arsenal. A sailor on Calle Real informed me that Bro. Eletson was therein sick. When I entered the main entrance the first thing that caught my eye was a commode with a bible & small book – help to the study of the bible – on top & behold near behind the door lay Brother e. on a cot. He is troubled with malaria, & thro’ too much hard work broke down. Looks pale. Comforted him. Before leaving kneeled down by his bedside & prayed. Says the Doctor may send him to the U.S. Naval hospital at Yokohama, Japan. Showed me two begging letters one from Adj. Ellis, Yokohama, which stated that the S.A. Sailors’ Home is running behind & that unless same thing was done financially it may have to be closed. I was under the impression that that home was a source of income. Staff Captain Symour S. A. Sailor’s Home at HongKong also wants money. The S/C complains of his wife’s poor health & hints that a change of climate may be necessary.

Verweibe gave me $7 U.S. coin Tenth League payment.
I spoke to several individuals personally re salvation.

Arriving in Manila, called at the post office. Returned home, cooked supper, washed dishes & am now tired & sleepy.

Tuesday, April 18th, 1899

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

Rain. Heavy black clouds hung on the horizon & partially emptied themselves upon the earth in a brief but heavy shower. A clammy heat heavily charged with moisture oppresses one tonight. Bible reading in Leviticus & Psalms & prayer started the serious work of the day. Cooking & washing dishes also claimed time.

Quite a number of visitors came in thro’ the day, some to see the Owens’ & some to see me.

Prepared my mail for the post office. Took the same to the office, likewise, mail from Owens & Chaplain Stephenson.

Down on the Escolta saw some beautiful & very odd sea shells. Purchased several for my cabinet. Shells, minerals & curios by purchase, gift and personal collecting having been accumulating in my hands for 18 or 20 years. In the aggregate they would make quite a museum. Purchased several papers.

Bro. G. H. French of Co. G. 1st Colorado Vol. Inf. called at No. 2, inquired about the state of his soul & prayed with him. Bro. D. C. Hines E. C. 1st Montana Vol. Inf. also called with a couple of soldier companions. A member of the 3d artillery brought me the Evening “Times”.

The non-official peace commissioner, composed of Filipino merchants, doctors, lawyers etc., went north as far as the train can proceed to urge Aguinaldo & his followers to quit their foolishness & surrender. I heard that Aguinaldo sent word the last day or two that he is willing to surrender but cannot control his followers. General Pio del Pilar was arrested in this city last Saturday. He slipped in somehow. I imagine Manila is rapidly filling with Filipinos again. How they get in is the question. Brother Stockton told me yesterday that where his is stationed there is a break in our line of about 5 miles but it is patrolled by our troops.

An effort is being made at any rate for peace, thank God. May the Lord give a peace that shall glorify His name & bless the dark-souled millions of this archipelago, amen. It is no pleasure to me – this slaughter of the misguided Filipinos now in progress.

I received two letters (1) Staff-Captain Emil Marcussen, Randers, Denmark. Said his division is in excellent condition. Took charge weeping, but God has given blessed success. Expects to farewell for foreign parts. My portrait hangs in his dining room. His children, the 2 sometimes imprint a kiss on it & Willie prays for me. Staff Captain Marcussen has been 9 years in Denmark. When he left California for that field the Lord gave me opportunity to give him a Christian send-off. May God make his future even more successful than the past. (2) Major John Bond, Secretary International Literary Bureau, 101 Queen Victoria street, London, Eng. wants me to write forthwith an article re the Philippines for “All the World”, the English S.A. monthly. Both this and the New York “Harbor Lights”, contributions are hurry articles.

Cooking & washing dishes twice each day makes a big hold in my time, add to that the time given to writing & it will be self-evident that time for meetings, camp and hospital visitation etc. is quite limited. My work in connection with the army & navy requires considerable travelling & much waiting on the opportunities & whims connected with war & the will of commanding officers.