October 6, 1901.

All the past week rain has fallen in blinding torrents, and I have had my first experience with mildew. Let a soiled garment lie in a laundry bag or basket over night in this kind of weather and next morning it is all discolored and moldy. Everything mildews, especially cloth and leather; and I can smell the bitter stuff right now.

The other evening, while we were helping the presidente celebrate his birth-day, our cook came down and told us that an a alar. had been, given that there were ladrones near the town. We got back to our quarters as soon as possible, where I slept with my doors doubly barred and a “bolo” under my pillow. Nothing happened. This forenoon, the two teachers stationed at Pototan, ten miles east of here, came to make me a visit. A little later on, two enlisted men stationed at the Cabatuan hospital came in bringing with them about a dozen chickens which they had potted on the way up. Our piece de resistance at dinner was fowl. By: late afternoon, one of the enlisted men had made the rounds of the tuba joints in Janiuay and accumulated a noisy and troublesome jag, and we had considerable difficulty in getting him started off for home in time to prevent his being taken into custody by the native police.

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