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.