Yesterday, we sighted the truculent island of Samar off to our left and soon afterward steamed into the straits of San Bernardino. Then Luzon on our right, and we ran so close in to shore that we got many a glimpse of nips shacks and native fisherman. Once we saw the stars and stripes floating from a tall flag-pole in the heart of a very considerable village. This afternoon, we passed Cavite and the scene of Dewey’s victory (the wrecks of the Spanish squadron are sticking out of the water) and anchored in Manila bay. We have not been permitted to go ashore as yet.