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Sunday, August 25, 1901, Manila

Last night was a night of horrors. Apparently something I had eaten at Ah Gong’s filthy restaurant, or something I had eaten at a cafe last evening, gave me what appeared to be a case of ptomaine poisoning. From one am. to 5 am. I suffered nine violent paroxysms of purging, five of which was accompanied by no less violent vomiting. Have hardly been able to walk about today. Several others in the barracks were similarly afflicted; so it would seem as if Ah Gong is the purveyor of whatever sort of poisonous filth it is that has caused us to be sick.