Sunday, Apr. 9th, 1899

Manila, Luzon Island –Entry made in parlor of No. 2 Calle Santa Elena, Tondo.

Forenoon clean, afternoon short period of shower.

Bible reading & prayers, cooked breakfast, partook thereof, washed the dishes, picked out songs & a bible lesson – Rev. xx. – then discovered by making inquiry of a sentry across the street from No. 2 that it was 10.10 a.m. Prayed God to bless the services; then started out on foot up Paseo Azcarraga for Bilibid. Arrived whiled Lieut. Wolf Provost Sergeant Ryan and another man were inspecting the prison. I sat down on a low stone wall in front of the Sergeant’s quarter in the center of the prison yard under some shade trees, until they finished. The Sergeant then marched quite a long possesion of military prisoners, 2 abreast, to my place. The men ranged themselves on the stone wall, steps & some stood. I stand likewise. Brought with me Trestle Glen (California) Camp Meeting song books. Passed them to the prisoners. They helped me sing. I prayed twice, led the singing, read the Scriptures and urged the men in a brief address to repent of a sin, seek Christ for pardon of past transgressions & after a change of disposition thro’ the power of Jesus to serve Him faithfully. My time was limited so had to cut every thing short. No one professed conversion. Audience including soldiers about 40. Filipino convicts peered thro’ the bars of their windows & watched us with curious eyes. I walked back home rejoicing because so many men came out – about half the military prisoners. Held no service with the civil (white) prisoners.

Spent considerable time after my dinner of peach pie & lemonade reading. I expected Private Haslem of the 1st Colorado Vol. Inf. but he did not come.

Private Clayton Scott, mounted quartermaster’s orderly, rode up to No. 2 late in the afternoon. After conversation, he & I repaired to the “Old Folks at Home” restaurant down in San Nicolas district (run by a negro man & woman) for supper which Scott paid for. Scott’s brother is en route home – unsaved.

After dark heard shots fired in rapid succession in our neighborhood. Don’t know what the trouble was. Rev. Owens is talking of returning home on a transport.

Gave 4 New Testament to the military prisoners.


Saturday, April 8th, 1899

Manila, Luzon Island –Entry made in parlor of No. 2 Calle Santa Elena, Tondo.

Heavy black clouds threatening a storm rolled up today, but no storm followed save a slight fall of raindrops.

Felt quite tired from my yesterday’s trip to Malolos with resulting fast and heat. The heat of this country enervates. Started the day with Bible reading & prayer. Cooked my simple meals – breakfast & supper, made dinner of lemonade and dry bread. Washed dishes and cleaned up.

Wrote & copied 2 letters (1) to Lieut-Col. Alice Lewis, New York my 22d weekly letter (2) Chaplain H. Stull of the 1st Montana Vol. Inf. notifying him that 3 comrades of his regiment, Salvationists, want money paid over to me. I requested the Chaplain to name a place & time to meet him.

In the afternoon, past 3 o’ clock, Rev. Owens & myself proceeded to the post office when I rec’d quite a pile of War Cry and newspaper mail. A strange feature of this mail was a package containing 7 copies of the “American”, viz. No. 72 March 29th to No. 78 April 7th. This daily arrives very irregularly.

The Houston “Post” brings news that Houston is putting for the energetic efforts to be something of importance. One encouraging thing is the fact that the city voted $2,400 to the “Lyceum”, which is the only library approaching importance that Houston can boast of. About 2 years ago the Lyceum contained 9,000 volumes. Is a depository for U.S. Gov’t reports. The Lyceum was so poor when I passed thro’ Houston in that the lady librarian then in charge, hoped to sell a piano to raise money to purchase books. I called on her expressly to learn something about this organization a halfway public literary & self-improvement club. I owned quite a large private library which I was willing to give to the public, but did not care to trust it to the Lyceum as it was operated at that time. I am willing to give my collection of books, minerals, curios etc. to the public, providing the city takes charge of the same. If the Lord blesses my efforts I hope to have before a great while 2,000 bound volumes, besides hundreds of pamphlets. A collection not to be despised.

Rev. Owens & the writer visited Messrs. Glunz & Jackson, of the Christian Commission. The boys are now living in a room across the bridge of Spain, in the old ex-Spanish military barracks. I wanted 3 testaments for 3 men in Bilibid prison. Bro. Glunz gave me 21 copies. I purchased over $5 worth of food supplies today for my cubhoard, the same gets quite empty at times.

The S.F. weekly “Call” of 2d March says the European air is charged heavy with war electricity. Great preparations are under way secretly.

To me this has been a day of temptation.

Polished & cleaned some seashells & read papers.

The war situation is at a status quo. I fear the natives are set on fighting to a finish.


Friday, April 7th, 1899

Malolos, Luzon Island –Entry made in parlor of No. 2 Calle Santa Elena, Tondo.

It is past 9.p.m. & I am tired and sleepy. Have been away from home 8.a.m. to 8.30.p.m. Got up with the dawn of the day, read Scripture, prayed, cooked breakfast partook thereof, then hurried away leaving the Filipino servant “muchacho” to wash them. Climbed into a section passenger car on the mixed military train down on the wharf below the Port Captain’s office. Two aimed soldiers watch each passenger car. One demanded to see my pass. Examined it & consented to taking me along. The train pulled out at 8.30 am.

The train stopped at several towns or what is left by the ruins: Caloocan, Malinta, Mariliao, Bocaue and Bigaa & Guiguinto. Soldiers everywhere. Two 2d Oregon Vol. Inf. companies got on the train-roof of the cars & alighted at Bocaue. They formed company right dress. One looked back at the train as it pulled out. I was surprised & gratified to see Bro. Geo. Schumerhorn, Salvationist. God bless him. The train passed elaborate trenches constructed by the Insurrecto. We arrived in Malolos at noon. Struck off to the right following a road along which thousands of our troops are encamped (It is their battle line) in a skirt of bamboo forest facing a large open field. I visited the 1st Nebraska vol. Inf. & 1st South Dakota Vol. Inf. Found Bro. V. Heron of the Nebraska, they came with me & we picked Brothers Waterman, Bertrand and Georgeson – all Salvationists – the latter backslidden. Two strangers joined us. We went to the side sluggish stream beneath the bamboos by the main road & sat down on the ground. The main burden of our talk was on salvation lines – personally. Closed with prayer. Waterman, Bertrand, Heron & myself prayed. I urged Georgeson to return to Jesus. Said it is no use he cannot serve God in the army. Also urged 2 other but they excused themselves.

Bade them good-bye. Saw three troops – E. I. & K. – of the 4th U.S. Cavalry, a rapid fire gun & an ambulance return from a reconnoitering tour of the front.

I passed the 10th Pennsylvania encampment but did not meet Bro. Chester Blaney. Crossed the railroad near the depot & visited the 1st Montana encampment – E company. Boys lying on the ground. Brothers D. G. Hines & Lloyd glad to see me. Did not fail to inquire about their souls. With the other soldiers looking on we three prayed – each one in their presence. Lloyd gave me an order on Chaplain Stull of their reg’t for $10 U.S. coin & Hines $25. Some of this money is for me & some for others.

From the Montana camp crossed a slough by a short cut to the main part of Malolos, accompanied by Bro. Lloyd. I met & shook hands with Lieut England & Private Hammer & some others of the 3d Artillery. Lloyd visited with me the Filipino ex-prison where some American prisoners were incarcerated. Some of them wrote their names on the walls, but had been carried away by the retreating enemy.

Aguinaldo’s “palace”, a church building, was in ruins. Piles of rice in several places were still burning. I saw a group of Filipino non-combatants – coming in town to be fed. Waited in the shade of car an hour or more for the train from Manila. Our train pulled out about 5.15 p.m. for Manila. At the last moment 3 well built athletic Spaniards in the uniform of their country were brought in under guard. Appeared in good condition. Arriving at Bigaa station our train stopped. Suddenly a couple of shots rung out. Looking out of the car window I saw soldiers aiming their gun at the figure of a man who was running across the open field. I saw the poor fellow run. Then he fell flat to the ground, shot, & did not rise. Soldiers quickly reached his prostrate body & carried him back to the depot, but our train did not wait for him. The poor fellow was one of the 3 Spanish prisoners who were brought on our train at Malolos. They were arrested for spies. He jumped out of the car & tried to escape, but American marksmanship was too accurate.

On the train I found the acquaintance of Mr. Chas Ward Macdevitt, reporter of “Freedom”.

Arrived in Manila at about 745 p.m. I got off at the depot when the train slowed up. Was very hungry. Had nothing to eat since morning save an apple & a little water out of a well in Malolos. Turned to, and cooked supper. Mrs. Owens gave me same cold stew. Satisfied the demands of my appetite about 8.45 p.m.

One of the soldiers said it was reported among them that I was killed out at the Water Works.

When our train was approaching Caloocan from Malolos, the flash or rather search lights of a war vessel played upon our train at intervals of a few minutes through the darkness. The bright light would shine thro’ the mist with wonderful clearness. The commanders of our vessels are alert. I gave Mr. Chas Ward Macdevitt a small slip of paper (the latter he furnished) on which I wrote my address and that the Salvation Army, Army and Navy League conduct a reading and writing room there.

An interesting feature of the trip to Malolos was the sight of little groups of farmers – Filipinos – returning to their houses carrying white flags. This region is deserted. It is estimated that 100,000 people lived here. They fled from the American troops & are now somewhere beyond Malolos.

Last Tuesday E. company & other Montana men were ordered out to reconnoiter. They found the enemy in force at Calumpit and had to retire. One man was killed on our side & about 38 overcome with heat, not including those wounded about 7. Some are captains. Brother Hines was prostrated & lost his reason for a short time. Raved. Is recovering again.

Thursday, April 6th, 1899

Manila, Luzon Island –Entry made in parlor of No. 2 Calle Santa Elena, Tondo.

Bible reading – Exodus & Psalms & prayer the first thing to start day. Cooked breakfast, partook of same washed dishes, read the news & then at 9.30 a.m. mended my way through the hot sun down to the Headquarters of the United States Quartermaster. First spoke to Clerk Norton, chief transportation re securing a pass over the Dagupan railroad for myself. He directed me to Major G. A. Devol. I repeated my request & showed him my pass from Governor General Otis thro’ the American lines. Thereupon, the major wrote me out a pass on all trains. I am very thankful to the Lord for this pass as it will enable me to visit the front again. Passes over this road are very hard to obtain, judging formal accounts. The railroad is in possession of the United States for military purposes. Was seized.

From the Quartermasters’ after learning the hours of train 8.30 a.m. & 2 p.m. for Malolos (to which town my pass reads) I crossed the Estero Binondo by the crude Filipino boat ferry & went up to the post office. No mail. Purchased groceries for my private commissary dep’t.

On the Escolta met Private Haslen of the Colorado’s. Is limping around with a stick. Was wounded at Mariquina. Urged him to give his heart to Jesus. Appeared partly inclined that way. Invited him to call out at No. 2. Promised to come Sunday afternoon to talk the matter over.

After my return home Private Bennett of the 3 Rgt Heavy artillery dropped in with a bundle & note from Private Frank Amie of H. Battery 3d Rg’t Heavy artillery at Malolos. Had a spiritual talk & prayer with Bennett. He claims to be saved.

Had a headache all day. Did some reading. Cooked supper. All quiet at the front.

Wednesday, April 5th, 1899

Manila, Luzon Island –Entry made in parlor of No. 2 Calle Santa Elena, Tondo.

I remained close at home all day. Rev. & Mrs. Owens visited the “Oregon”. Started the morning with Bible reading and prayer, then turned to the cook pots & prepared breakfast, after eating thereof washed dishes. Put in several hours reading.

After-noon feel a strong desire to pray to my God. Locked myself in my bedroom & poured out my heart to my precious Lord in communion. His peace & comfort came to me & I felt better. So little is being done for the advancement of His cause & I am hampered so much by circumstances over which I have no control that I am getting restless. One service a week does not satisfy me.

Catalogued some curios in a book kept for that purpose.

Yesterday evening’s “Times” & this morning’s “America” published the Peace Commission’s address to the Filipino people, asking them to cease fighting, return to their avocations & enjoy the blessings of liberty under the U.S. Gov’t. We knew not what effect the proclamation will have.

Cooked supper. While eating the same Brother Ackarett and another Christian called. Gave them an orange apiece & invited them to take a seat on my trunk. They are now stationed at Caloocan. Have seen considerable service. Brother Ackarett pulls the lanyard (the string that fires the cannon) of the rifle in Section 4. B. battery, Utah Light Artillery. The Lord kept him safe in soul & body. Before we parted had prayer together. Ackarett is a big rough man – a typical soldier.

Tuesday, April 4th, 1899

Manila, Luzon Island –Entry made in parlor of No. 2 Calle Santa Elena, Tondo.

Clear day with more or less heavy black clouds on the horizon but withal dry & hot. Started the morning with Bible reading and prayer; then cooked breakfast, ate thereof and washed dishes. Did some reading of news. A cablegram in the daily Manila “American” brought tidings that 2 British marines & one American marine were killed by natives on the Samoan islands. German residents fled to their war vessel & the British & American war vessels shelled the natives. I fear that Germany will become embroiled with England & the United States over this affair as she is accused of being the chief instigator of the troubles there.

Rev. Owens & I went down town together for company’s sake. On the way a drunken sea faring man stopped me, wanted money; gave him salvation advice and 4 cents copper. Dropped in a Spanish barber shop to have my hair cut & a shave.

A soldier of the 4th U.S. Infantry – an old acquaintance – greeted me; he inquired about Ensign Maud Sharp. I took advantage of the opportunity to inquire about the salvation of his soul. Not O.K.

At the post office War Cry mail from Australia & Canada was handed me. Glanced over them. Read an article by Brigadier Philip Kyle on Adj. & Mr. Geo. Montgomery of California in “Victory”. The Montgomery’s are grand spiritual people. I have a high regard for Kyle too.

I have noticed of late considerable space is being given in Salvation Army publications. Mr. Bramwell Booth – Chief of Staff of the Salvation Army, who thro’ all the eventful years of S.A. history has had that position in London. An unusual amount of space is devoted to him now; the opinion has taken root in my mind that he is marked by his father General Booth for the succession; that is to be next general in his stead. Who is to succeed Gen’l Booth is kept a profound secret, but I am convinced that General Booth intends to appoint a member of his own family general, & that the man selected is Bramwell, Booth’s eldest son, who is 45 years of age. Gen. Booth cannot be accused of modesty. He has been so good to the members of his own family when apportioning out the chief commands of the Salvation Army. That it is evident he will continue that policy. The Army will be considered his personal property to be bequeathed to his own children. The 15,000 commissioned officers & multitudes of soldiers will have no voices in the premises. This will be a despotic assumption without parallel in religious history. I tremble for the Salvation Army when the General dies if he appoints his successor from his own family. The General is getting childish. The 10th of this month if God spares his life, he will have reached the age of three score & ten. The Salvation Army is a great problem & a marvel.

I think Bramwell is being banned for the general ship

When Rev. Owens & the writer returned home found Private Geo. Berry of the Montana Vol. Inf. writing a letter in my front room. Is troubled with dry catarrh, caused by sleeping on the ground. Has had much fighting of late at the front. Reports Hines, Lloyd & Georgeson saved & serving God. The Lord brought them thro’ the dangers of battle without a scratch. God cares for His own praise be to His dear name. we had a talk about things pertaining to Christ’s Kingdom & also about the present war. Berry related incidents interesting & incidents sad. He said:

The Montana men raised their flag over Malolos, were the first to enter the Filipino capital city.

It was a grand sight to see the many American regiments enter the city.

The Filipinos the night before the evacuation killed many Chinese & buried them. Cause they would not enlist in his army. The Filipinos set fire to the town & burnt part of it.

Filipinos are cunning: bury their bodies in water up to their neck & cover their heads with green grass & weeds. Officers when wounded take off their insignia of rank & hide them or send away. A body looking like a common soldier was pointed out among some dead as the remains of General Montenegro. Berry saw 5 dead Filipinos behind 2 foot logs. Kragg-jorgensen bullets pierced the wood & killed them.

Berry witnessed a cruel act. An old white haired Filipino man – a non-combatant apparently – was carrying a basket of rice. An American soldier beat the poor fellow’s brains out with the butt of his gun. No provocation, hatred. Filipino soldier slip out of uniform into citizens clothes; kill Americans after wounded or when opportunity offers. Guns are buried, hid and thrown into water.

An old crippled Filipino man in hiding behind a ridge along a ditch lifted his head to watch some American soldier. Berry & 3 others saw him, thought him a soldier at first; cocked their guns & was about to pull trigger. He got up & hobbled away. Discovering him to be an old man they did not shoot. Three old women – one blind – and a boy were hiding at the same place, with food supply – rice & live chickens. Were terror struck when the soldiers advanced. Thought their last hour had come. Crossed themselves & went thro’ their devotions – Catholic – and held 2 pictures of the Virgin Mary between their heads & the soldiers to protect them from bullets evidently. Got on their knees & raised their eyes to heaven. When the Americans declared themselves “mucho amigo”, they were much relieved but the first things they wanted to save were the Virgin Mary pictures.

At dinner time I prepared a lunch of pie (got at the Utah Bat’y bakery) lemonade, oranges, bread & jelly for Berry and myself. Before he returned to his quarter we prayed.

I read papers this afternoon. Cooked supper & washed dishes after eating. An Oregon soldier (name unknown to me) came in from Caloocan for a visit. Sent my regards to Schumerhorn.

Monday, Apr. 3d, 1899

Manila, Luzon Island –Entry made in parlor of No. 2 Calle Santa Elena, Tondo.

The war situation today greatly relaxed. That is the tension. Tonight our neighborhood resounds with vocal and instrumental music, and laughter – English and Spanish. Everybody seems to be happy. The embryo brass band of the Utah Light Artillery that has been at the front since the outbreak, returned with the expectation of going out no more. It is rumored about town that Aguinaldo has made overtures of peace, but the “Times” of this evening says nothing about peace, but whatever is the cause there appears to be a break in the clouds of war, thank God.

Rev. & Mrs. Owens returned today after being absent since Saturday.

I received 2 letters (1) Wm Eletson, Flagship “Olympia”. Is praying for me & the comrades at the front. Expects to go with his vessel to HongKong this month. (2) Ensign Maj Jackson, Kowloon near HongKong China. Has been sick again, & passed thro’ the greatest trial of her life. Cannot study Chinese, because of sickness. Brother Glidden of the s.s. “Coptic” called to see her, also Private Spankie of the Idaho Vol. Inf. The latter is going home to California. Is unsaved. He reported to Jackson that I am doing a good work here: to God be the glory, amen. Jackson felt greatly tempted to return home. Acknowledged the $10 Mex. I sent her some time ago. Also said Lt.-Col. Wm Evans of San Francisco wrote her a letter asking that she make arrangement for the publishing of the San Francisco Chinese War Cry in Hongkong. Thinks arrangements have about been perfected to do so. I was sorry to learn thro’ the letter that a lawsuit has been decided against Brother Geo. Montgomery that will sadly cripple him financially. She asks me to pray for him. Will do so. Is a grand man.

Wrote & copied 3 letters (1) Lt.-Col. Wm Evans containing my narrative – 16 pages Ms. of Philippine experiences. (2) Answer to Wm Eletson (3) Answer to Ensign Jackson. I went to the post office & mailed Evans‘ letter which caught the U.S. mail via Nagasaki, on the transport “Sherman”.

Chaplain Stephenson called today to see the Owens’ while they were absent. He & I had conversation re war & other topics.

The private of the 23d U.S. Infantry who wanted my prayers did not call as per his promise.

Read some today re libraries in Encyclopedia Britannica, also an article by Villiers re the Japanese massacre in Port Arthur, China.

Cut out some clippings from the Houston Texas “Post”. Bible reading & prayer this morning. Cooked breakfast and supper. Cold dinner.

Sunday, April 2d, 1899

Manila, Luzon Island –Entry made in parlor of No. 2 Calle Santa Elena, Tondo.

Easter. Bible reading & prayer & praise to my God this morning. Then cooked breakfast, washed dishes & prepared for a service in Bilibid prison. Walked down Paseo Azcarraga in order to get there by 10.30.a.m. Did so, but had to wait on Lit. Wolf & Provost Sergeant Ryan. I have a feeling that they would prefer that I would not come, but this is not an unusual thing, as a great many other people can see no special good in the preaching of Christ and Him crucified. Sergeant Ryan proposed service in front of the Sergeant of the guard’s quarters under the trees but I preferred the building occupied by civil prisoners who are mostly sea-faring men – a hearty, bluff reckless set. They were eating dinner at 11 when my service started but good-naturedly joined the singing & at the close joined me in repeating the Lord’s prayer. Audience 18, three of them soldiers. I think these 3 are interested. Asked me for bibles. Promised to try to get some testaments for them. I read Scripture lesson appropriate to Easter & gave a nautical talk. At the close a fireman (marine) Frank Carson, age 22. Knelt down at a bunk & professed to get victory thro’ the Lord Jesus. Voluntarily exhorted his fellow prisoners to commence a better life.

Rev. & Mrs. Owens have been absent last night & all this day. They have not come yet; will probably be absent tonight.

Chaplain Stephenson of the 1st Idaho Vol. Inf. dropped in. He & I had a long talk re various subjects.

One of the Utah battery baker called with a type written slip to ask advice. There is an annex to the rear end of the house occupied by me, occupied by Senora Simona Soriano the wife of a jeweler, who is supposed an Insurrect colonel out at the front. Senora Ysabel Wood my landlady wants to eject her & her family. Have had several quarrels; Mrs. Soriano failed to pay rent during the past 3 months. Senora Wood says Senora Soriano threatens to burn the house in which she resides, have been heard to threaten as much by witnesses; she also upbraids the Filipinos who live in the rear basement of this building saying in effect to them: “Why don’t you go out to the front & fight for your country?” I advised that the threat to burn her house be put in a complaint to the Provost Marshal General & the ejectment suit for now – payment of rent be brought before the Spanish court which tries civil cases.

I learned incidentally thro’ the baker that my landlady when the war closes hopes to sell or lease the house occupied by me & return to Spain with the proceed & there abide with her family.

Took advantage of quiet spells between visits to continue writing my narrative. Finished it after cooking supper, eating thereof & washing dishes. Fills 18 pages Ms. & is divided into the following subheads: “In the Wake of Battle”, “A halt by the Wayside”, “A War Cry on the Battlefield”, “Filipino Trenches”, “Scenes in a Forest”, “Three Salvationists”, “Tambobong” and “Bilibid”. I want to catch tomorrow’s mail for the United States with this copy.

A commissary sergeant of the Utah artillery called after a supper. With other news he said another uprising is expected in this city. Natives have been caught recently trying to get in the city – bad characters – signs are pointing to more trouble. He also related the case of a soldier finding a native man in a house who tried to kill him. Went off & brought 2 other soldiers. While they were gazing at him, he flung a knife at one of them. One of the men, a Kansas soldier, shot the Filipino on the spot.


Saturday, April 1st, 1899

Manila, Luzon Island –Entry made in parlor of No. 2 Calle Santa Elena, Tondo.

We are now tackling another month. Time flies fast. Since my disembarkation on the Philippines have been kept very busy. Started the day with Bible reading, Exodus and Psalms, then prayer; next breakfast & cleaning up. Gave myself to writing & added 8 pages more MS to my narrative of Philippine experiences for the War Cry.

Private Clayton Scott, mounted quartermaster’s orderly rode around to my domicile. A spiritual talk was a feature of the call which ended with prayer. His brother Alfred is going home. Is in a spiritual condition – unsatisfactory Clayton cannot assist me tomorrow; is kept too busy.

The Utah Light artilleryman who brought me back numbers of the “Freedom” yesterday brought me the remainder today which gives me a complete set with the exception of No. 4 edition. Re American soldier publications issued since the occupation of Manila by the American, I have full sets excepting a few missing copies of “American” (daily) “American Soldier”, (weekly) “Times”, (daily) “Uncle Sam & New Orient”, “Freedom”, “Soldiers Letter”. Have also almost a set of “La Independencia” (Aguinaldo’s official organ) & many copies of “La Republica Filipino” & other prints.

Called at the post office this afternoon & purchased supplies for my table from a Filipino girl & a Spanish firm. During the day dealt with several men about their souls salvation – one of them a 23d Infantry (regular) soldier. Been on a drunk long time; wants to change for the better; showed him where I reside, had to go on guard; promised to call & make a start for a better life tomorrow at 3 p.m. God grant it.

Rev. & Mrs. Owens accompanied Capt. & Miss Morrison of Plainfield N. Jersey, out on Manila Bay. They expect to remain on a ship overnight. The Owens are dissatisfied & want to return to Washington state as soon as they can get their fare. They think their advent premature on the Philippine Islands. Their fare out & support have cost probably all of $1,000 U.S. coin, and the end is not yet.

I read a translation today from “La Republica Filipina” printed since hostilities commenced. According to that trustworthy paper the Americans & having a terrible time of it; they couldn’t last much longer the way the Filipino terrors are handling them.