Thursday, April 27th, 1899

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

Am very tired. Have been rushed all day, from the time I got out of bed until the present moment, with this difference that I am closing the day’s toil. Time flies so fast! Wrote last night part of the article for the New York “Harbor Lights” i.e. the finishing part, which was largely copied with ink; finished it this forenoon.

Before tackling the aforesaid article, read 2 chapters of Leviticus & one psalm; then remembered my precious God in prayer & praise. Going into my kitchen I discovered a monkey clinging to the window. Caught him & gave the scamp (he upset my ink bottle on the table before repairing to the kitchen for further adventures) to the sentry across the street, he belongs to the soldiers. We have a small monkey in No. 2 sent over by the Utah boys. We all the little chap “Old Man”. He is a first class nuisance but amuses us.

Cooked & partook of breakfast but did not wash the dishes. Couldn’t spare the time.

Completed the article “Five Memorable Nights in the Philippines”. Wrote it in the back of blank Tagalog receipts secured at Paombong. They have “La Republica Filipina” crest stamped on them with a rubber stamp. Covered 25 pages MS. when written with a lead pencil, but was written closely with ink & reduced to 21 pages. The article was divided into the following subheads: “A Night With Dewey’s Blockading Fleet”, “A Night in Camp With the Besieging Army”, “A Night of Block house No. 2” and “A Night of Fire.” Wrote & sent a letter with the copy enclosing 2 photos: Lighthouse on Corregidor Is. and Cocoa nut raft & houses at No. 2, addressed the letter to Ms. Lt-Col. Minnie Brewer, Newark, New Jersey. Wrote & copied my 2 Weekly Letter to Lt.-Col. Alice Lewis New York city. Several Spanish & mestizo women & children came around to hear my gramophone but went away disappointed. I had no time for that kind of pastime. Copy & letters completed jumped on the Calle Jolo street car & mailed them about 15 minutes before the U.S. mail was advertised to close.

After dinner wrote & copied a 4-page letter to Adj. C.W. Bourne, manager of Ft. Herrick, S.A. Colony at Willoughby, Ohio. Added Philippine news for a local paper at his request.

Cooked supper of bacon, cocoa & oatmeal mush. There is much strength in this trying, enervating climate to do considerable work. Am sometimes surprised.

Read the Houston “Post” & some local papers. Am following the war closely in these parts & also take considerable interest in the progress of Houston and Texas.

Ex-Lieut-Col. Keppel’s letter & the letter of Major Ashley Pebbles re the Booth’s trouble (S.A.) in the U.S. has cast a gloom over my spirits. I very much deprecate strife in the Salvation Army.


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.


February 2-10, 1897

We proceeded to the caves of Montalban, making our way over enormous white rocks bathed with crystalline waters coming from a spring which sang along its way. We saw small fishes playing on the river. We entered the cave carrying torches. We failed to reach the farthest end of the cave because of its distance. It is said that an Englishman went around the cave for four days without having reached its farthest end. We planned to go through the Pasig River, but we feared that the enemy might discover us. Thus, we preferred to wait for the weapons which were expected from Imus. We decided to return to Makabod passing through Santo Cristo and spending the night in Pala-pala. From Pala-pala we went to Garay. We separated in Banaban. Our group then proceeded to Matiktik, and from Matiktik to Kakaron, from Kakaron to Pitpitan, and from Pitpitan to Paombong.


January 14-31, 1897

A lamentable accident. Our respected leader Dimabungo (Eusebio Roque) was betrayed by his own men. For that reason, we immediately returned to our hometown. Our conscience did not permit us to still remain in that place among those so-called brothers. On the 13th we stayed at the riverbank, near Pitpitan, to recover our strength. We received word that Dimabungo, his body tied, was brought to Bulacan. The three of us (i.e., Del Pilar’s brother, brother-in-law and himself) were tempted to rescue him from the enemy, but this was impossible; three hundred men guarded him. May our leader forgive us; but we shall avenge him while a breath of life remains in us.

We arrived in Binakod on January 18. We proceeded to Paombong on the 19th, where we found the family of my friend Clemente V. On the 22nd we had a minor skirmish with the enemy in Binakod. On the 24th and the 25th the enemy still threatened our batteries. On the 26th, we started our march towards Imus, passing through Pintong Saplungan, Banaban (Angat), and Lawang (Garay). We spent the evening of the 28th in Pintong Pala-pala (Garay). On the 31st, we resumed our march crossing the mountains and plains of San Jose, until we arrived at Makabod, where we spent the night.