Manila, Luzon Island – Entry made in parlor of No. 2 Calle Santa Elena
Hot day. Clouds rolled up but no rain. A cool breeze at 2 & on till near sunset moderated the power of the sun.
Feeling that I needed rest. Kept quiet & remained at home. Am much better & the “tired feeling” is about gone, praise God. Rested my head and hands by doing nothing that would require much force of brain or muscle, but there hangs over my head yet one more hurry article for the London, England War Cry re the Philippines. When this last is written I shall feel greatly relieved at least for a little while. Major John Bond, Secretary International Literary Bureau, by order of his chief named the subjects they want covered in my article. Have thought that matter over today & likewise did some reading in “Yesterday in the Philippines” and some newspapers.
Rev. and Mrs. Owens returned about noon. Prepared dinner & invited me to the same about 2 p.m. I accepted the invitation willingly as I craved a change of diet from my usual oatmeal mush, fried bacon & chocolate.
Rev. Rodgers, Presbyterian missionary and Chaplain Stephenson of the 1st Idaho vol. Infantry dropped in late this afternoon. Had a conversazione in the parlor.
This morning read a Chapter in Numbers & a psalm, prayed & then cooked breakfast. The Viscayan servant boy cleaned up for me. Rev. Owens pays him $10 Mex a month & I pay him $2 Mex a month to do the work of a servant. My part is principally to keep my floor clean, empty ashes from stoves & scrub the smoke stains off the kettles in the kitchen.