Wednesday, March 22d, 1899

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

Clear and cool. Lovely weather.

Bible reading and prayer. The Holy Ghost blesses me in my soul — He did so last night. My God is good to me, blessed be His holy name, and leaves me not comfortless down here in this heathen land.

Wrote and copied 2 letters: (1) Lt-Col. Alice Lewis, New York, 20th Weekly Letter; (2) Major Gen’l Elwell S. Otis, Governor General of the Philippines requesting a pass to visit troops of 8th Army corps.

Hearing the Utah Artillery sentinel in front of my house call the attention of another soldier to a fire, I looked out and saw a cloud of smoke rising from some buildings in our neighborhood. Hastily putting on my street clothes & taking Kodak & umbrella I hastened over to the fire which was on Sagunto street near the Divisoria market site. This region (the market & adjacent buildings. Sagunto street takes the name Santo Cristo on front of the ruins of the market building. This is a peculiarity of Manila streets.

Chinese occupied the burning buildings. They were beside themselves with excitement –rattled– acted like madmen. While it was serious, at the same time it was a most ludicrous scene. The “bombaderos” (Filipino firemen) are an absurdity. They fastened a hose without a nozzle to a hydrant, Chinese carried the hose pouring out water into the second story window of the burning house. They got as wet as drowned rats. Some American soldiers lent a hand to minimize the bungling. A corporal fell from a second story window & injured himself. Another soldier while dashing down the street had his money belt come loose. Ten dollar gold pieces fell out on the pavement in a shower over a radius of about ten feet. Chinese onlookers rushed up to the gold. Rev. Owens, myself & a soldier also rushed to the assistance of the unfortunate man. I saw a Chinese stoop down & pick up a ten dollar gold piece. Grabbing the arm that held the money I made him give it to the owner. The fire was extinguished without much damage.

After Owens & I returned from the fire, a bite to eat, then I got out some Texas & U.S. railroad maps & an old pamphlet history of Texas, by an anonymous writer –published in 1846. Studied the maps & read with much interest current history of Texas in the days of the Lone Star Republic. The history gives a peculiar insight into the society & habits of those days.

About 4.00 o’clock went to the post office & mailed my letters. Rec’d 2 copies of the “American” –Saturday last and Wednesday –today.

The member of the 3d Artillery who brought my evening “Times” late this afternoon, quite enthusiastically exclaimed that an advance is to made against the enemy tomorrow. The front has been very quiet the past two days.

News is that the Filipino prisoners held in the walled city have sent a note to their relatives in Aguinaldo’s army, calling on them to cease fighting, as it is hopeless, & that the U.S. Government is good enough for them.

Down on the Escolta while I was buying a dozen Chinese oranges from a Filipino woman for Rev. Owens, 2 civilians stepped up & asked me to give them some advice. About 50 –all the crew I think– of the “Indiana” has been discharged. They had no money, no place to stay & were in a quandary what to do. The Governor General would have nothing to do with the tumble, Consul Williams said he washed his hands of the whole business: they could get satisfaction nowhere. I advised them to call on General Hughes, Provost Marshall General, who has jurisdiction over the city, as he might be able to do something on the line of sleeping accomodations, etc.

The U.S. transport “Sherman” arrived in port today bringing reinforcements. The American army is getting strong. I hope & believe that the war will soon end.

Tuesday, March 21st, 1899

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

Clean day; generally hot; occasional cool breeze. Bible reading, prayer, cooking, breakfast & dish washing. Gave some time to reading.

About the dinner hour Albert Scott Co. D, 1st North Dakota vol. inf. called with a cigar in his mouth and acting strangely. Had a long straight talk with him. He confessed that he is on the back track. Returned to his opium smoking habit & uses tobacco. Says he is not backslidden. I take but little stock in such talk. Scott is unstable. This Scott is quite a different character in contrast to his brother Clayton who is a humble, zealous, spiritually minded Salvationist. May God give us many more such men, amen. Albert went away for a short time & presently returned with a box of sardines, some buns and 2 bottles of soda water. Made dinner of the same & caused me to share the same. After counseling him faithfully to get Christ to restore him, then to give up opium & tobacco & serve the Lord faithfully, I prayed with him before we parted. Requested him to pray but he refused. Scott is getting deaf. Expects to return to the United States in a short time. Has been discharged from Bilibid. I dared hope he would be a bright trophy of the saving power of Christ, but alas for hope in Scott’s case I have been disappointed. The fault is all his own.

When Scott left I went down to the post office. No mail.

The daily “American” is an uncertain quantity. I am supposed to receive it daily, but the clerk at the delivery window this p.m. said I get it “semi-occasionally.”

Returned home late & cooked supper. While in the kitchen, Private Geo. Schumerhorn of Co. D. 2d Oregon vol. inf. dropped in. His regiment is in fresh from the front. It formed part of the flying brigade –the right wing that did the fighting recently over at the town of Pasig & adjacent towns near Laguna de Bay. The Filipinos have disappeared from their & the regiment returned to the city. At present there is a lull in hostilities, but something decisive is likely to be done soon after the arrival of the reinforcements en route.

The Lord kept Bro. Schumerhorn saved in soul & safe in body.

Bro. S. brought sad news back. James Page, of Co. D. 2d Oregon vol. inf., was shot in the head & killed last Sunday by the Filipinos. Page was a backslidden Salvationist, hailing from La Grande, Oregon. Schumerhorn tried to persuade him to attend the Salvation Army meetings in No. 2 but failed. His opportunity on that line is forever past. It must be an exceedingly terrible thing to die a backslider.

Before Schumerhorn returned to his quarters himself, the writer & Rev. Owens prayed together in my bedroom.

I wrote & copied a leter to Ensign V. Post, 1139 Market St. San Francisco, acknowledging receipt of copying books, films, etc.

The battleship “Oregon” is in port. She arrived .     .

Rev. Owens said thro’ the authority of Capt. Morrison of the ship “Vigilant” (now sunk in Manila bay) that the “Iowa” and “Texas” are also bound for this port. News of deep import if true, Morrison brought, which Consul Williams told him; viz., that Russia, Germany and France have formed a coalition against England. This union of the three great powers it is surmised will in some way affect the United States. The local newspapers have nothing to say of this important event. The military authorities exercise a strict censorship over the newspapers of Manila.

Monday, March 20th, 1899

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

Day alternately clear & cloudy, but comparatively cool. We Americans are not suffering from heat now. Mrs. Rev. Owens is down with the measles. God gives me excellent health; praise to His name. Last night God revealed His love to me in my soul. The infinite goodness of my Creator is truly marvelous.

God’s love is the only true comfort possessed by me. I suffer myself to be ordered about the world by people in whom I have little or no confidence. Since I have lost faith in the rectitude of the Booth administration I cannot take the same pleasure I once did in the work of building up the Salvation Army. In days not far back I thought the Booths were as willing to sacrifice themselves for the glory of God & the advancement of His cause as to sacrifice us for that purpose, but I do not think that way now. Three great prizes sought after eagerly on different lines of effort by the unregenerate are, fame, power and wealth. Many seek these prizes thro’ the church & with that object they do not hesitate to sacrifice themselves; the Booths I feel are doing the same for the aggrandizement of their family. The name of Booth now is synonymous with imperialism. If a man marries a Booth girl he is required to add the word Booth as a prefix to his own surname, as witness the marriages of Commissioners Clibborn, and Hellberg, and Judge Tucker –We have these men styled Booth-Clibborn, Booth-Hellberg and Booth-Tucker. Exceedingly modest is such an example on the part of the meek & lowly Booths. Custom is reversed again in favor of the Booth girls when they marry. They do not act on the principle of love & honor & obey their husbands, but the case stands the other way, at least in the last two instances cited, for the reason, presumably, that the General appoints his own daughters to the oversight of natives & not their husbands save as the second in command. We have the case of Merachale Booth-Clibborn in Holland & Belgium, Consul Booth-Tucker in the United States & Lucy Booth-Hellberg in France & Switzerland. Field Commissioner Evangeline Booth (unmarried) is in command of British America. When a male Booth marries a woman custom is allowed to hold its usual sway: vide, Commandant Herbert H. Booth, Australasia who married a Dutch girl –Shoch; Ballington Booth who took to wife Miss. Maud Charlesworth & W. Bramwell Booth. When the General caps the climax of family self-abnegation by apppointing a member of his own family (which I fully expect) his successor as general of the Salvation Army, then we shall have such a beautiful example of the never-mind me or mine spirit as the world has not been treated to for centuries. Will he do it?

At the time of the Ballington Booth split in New York, I was editor of the national War Cry published there. I was appointed to receive the New York newspaper reporters to furnish them S.A. news. A reporter attached to the New York “Post” sprung a surprise upon me by inquiring why General Booth appointed his own children to all the important S.A. commands in the world. The question was a stunner, for I knew they filled the chief places. When hardly more than boys and girls they were appointed to positions of trust & promoted in rank far above old officers, who had rendered years of faithful service.

The Salvation Army in my opinion is the grandest religious agency every devised to bless humanity, and embraces in its ranks the noblest spirits that I have ever known on earth, but the heaviest weight carried by this God-raised organization today is the Booth family. I am exceedingly sorry to put such thoughts on paper, but such is my opinion, formed after a service of sixteen years. Nothing would please me better than to change my opinion for the better, but as matters stand I cannot help having them. They are not pleasant to me.

This forenoon after Bible reading, prayer, cooking etc. etc. added another page to War Cry copy wrote & copied a letter to Lt-Col. Wm Evans & sent the same away by todays U.S. mail. To do this I hastened down to the post office with it. Two Kodak pictures were sent: Clayton Scott & ruins of Ft. Canacao [Cañacao] at Sangley Point. Subheads of article: “Keeping Early Hours,” “Prepared for a Siege,” “With the Fifty-First” & “In Prison.”

Private A. Lloyd, Co E. 1st Montana vol. inf. came in from the front with his accoutrements of war. Had a talk & did not forget to have prayer together. He claims to be in good spiritual condition. This is very encouraging to me for which I praise His dear name. Lloyd presented me with 4 Filipino “Republica” stamps without me asking for them: 2, 2 cent stamps, maroon color are telegrafos; 2 cents, red, is postage, the fourth is 50 cents, blue, telegrafos. The central design is a large triangle with a star in each corner & a sun surrounded by rays in the middle. They will probably be very valuable in future years.

I saw a fine balloon after dark this p.m., probably sent up by Filipinos.

Sunday, Mar. 19th, 1899

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

Sky quite clear and weather warm.

Reading in Exodus, prayer & then cooked breakfast. Dishes washed my next thought was to get a Bible lesson for the military prisoners incarcerated in Bilibid. Walked down the broad street, Paseo Azcarraga, to the prison. The sentries passed me in without difficulty & I was given the liberty of the place as it were. Arrived about 11 o’clock & passed about 30 minutes looking for Provost Sergeant M. Ryan. When I found him he unlocked 2 wards & announced my meeting in four, including the bakery. I had an audience of about 15, which included the sentries. The prisoners seated themselves in the abutting stone foundations of the first right hand building as one enters Bilibid from the main iron gate. Handed them California (S.A.) camp meeting Song Books & the prisoners (American) helped me to sing. The praying (twice) Bible reading and exhortation fell to me without aid. At the close I put a vote to the men to hold up their hand if they wanted me to come again next Sunday. Every man held up a hand.

One prisoner, a backslider, asked me to pray for him. Said this is his first experience behind the bars. Has been praying & claimed to have returned to Christ since his incarceration. To God be the glory.

Spoke to Lieut. Geo. Wolf & also Major Bean re a pass to come in (myself) & for others in case an alternate should be needed to take my place, when I go elsewhere to hold a service on Sunday. The Major replied that none is necessary.

This forenoon before going Private Clayton Scott called. He longed to be free to accompany me. He was out hunting caraboa [carabao] carts & drivers to do transportation work for the U.S. Quartermaster Dep’t. Took a little time to drop in and see me. We had prayer & conversation together.

During the afternoon glanced over a pile of Washington D.C. & New York secular papers sent me by an unknown party. Cooked supper, washed dishes and then turned to write some copy for the San Francisco War Cry as per request of Lieut-Col. Wm Evans. Wrote 5 pages MS. under the subjoined sub-heads: “Keeping Early Hours,” “With the Fifty-First” (Iowa Vol. Inf) “Prepared for a Siege” and “In Prison.”

This day has been unusually quiet. No sound of fighting at the front, and no fires. Night closes in quiet.

Saturday, March 18th, 1899

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

Weather cool and pleasant; sky cloudy.

Cooked breakfast & supper. My meals are quite scant with too much sameness of diet to tempt the palate. Still my health is excellent, praise God. The Lord is my only true comfort. I feel the sting of injustice at the hands of the Booth family continually, & oftentimes am ashamed of the leaders who so long have dominated the Salvation Army. That family (the members) as far as they dare show their hands, are against Americans. Since the Booth-Tuckers took charge of the United States they have been slyly working European (chiefly English) officers into the United States & placed the divisions in their charge. The American officers have been backseated or set adrift –that is, given positions of little or no importance. They are carefully lifted out of places where they have controlled field forces. During all my service of 16 years I have endeavored in my own case & taught others to eliminate the word nationality. We were one Salvation Army; Christ was the great bond of union. The theory I held was that English, French, Germans or Americans, as such, should not be recognized, but we should be one indevisible, great, happy, useful family, going forth in the power of the Holy Ghost, to preach Christ, glorify God & save the world. Our English leaders encouraged us in that line of thought, but alas they have played the fox. They have talked one way & acted the reverse. The Salvation Army is run as an English concern, & the Englishmen who are at the head of affairs are clannish to the last degree. They fill every position of trust with British officers as far as they dare. That’s why I am ashamed. I have stood by them, defended them, given them credit for disinterested motives, until at last I am forced against my own wishes to recognize the policy of the Booth’s in the U.S. as anti-American. Such foxiness in religious leaders is despicable. May God guide the Salvation Army.

Seeing a cloud of smoke arising out Paseo Azcarraga this forenoon Rev. Chas. Owens & myself, walked over to the fire. A district of nipa palm shacks –native huts– was in ashes when we arrived & a building (the last of the conflagration) in flames just outside the walls of Bilibid prison. A large number of Filipinos watched the fire. Incendiaries are charged with this work, supposedly Filipinos. They generally manage to burn themselves out of house and home. I met & had a talk with the City Editor of “Freedom” at the fire. He gave me todays paper printed in green ink, in honor of yesterday patron saint –St Patrick.

This has been a day of expectation. Is mail day –par excellence– i.e. mail from the United States. Three letters & a pile of papers were handed out to me at the general delivery window when I inquired late in the afternoon. Why do we rejoice to get mail? Bad news comes as well as good. Private Andrew Waterman (dear, good boy) of Co. H. 1st South Dakota Vol. Inf. writes from Palace Malacanan, Manila, endorsing his Soldiers Pass for me to sign. God bless him. His company have returned from the front for a few days. “I can truly say” (writes Waterman,
I am saved & kept by the grace of God all thro’ these trying times. I wish I could see some of your articles in the War Cry.” My articles have not appeared in the San Francisco War Cry since edition No. 581 January 14, 1899. altho’ much copy has been sent. I have been thinking of late that my copy was consigned to the waste paper basket. Another letter (Lt-Col. Wm Evans) under date of feb. 9th in the postscript says “Send us as fas as possible descriptive accounts of how matters have been going, together with any photographs you think would be useful.” In the beginning of the letter the Lt-Col. writes: “I want to take this opportunity of expressing to you our concern for the perilous position that you at this time, are placed in. I want to say to you that your comrades over here will not fail to ask our Father to be over & about you with His protecting wings.” Mrs. Lt-Col. Evans (his wife) writes under date of Feb 4th (letter came in same mail) “The longer you are over there, the more convinced I become that you are just the right man to send, & that you will be able to do for God & the Army that which should make a lasting impression.”

Rec’d 5 visitors today. Prayed with several men & urged salvation on the attention of wavered one personally.

Gave a Filipino woman beggar 01 cent, Mex. & a sailor (probably English –talked like one) 10 cts. Mex.

Read papers, for quite a number came.

Sent some War Crys & S.A. magazines to the front, with Private Hines, also writing paper.

Purchased from a Filipino street vendor some sea shells for my collection.

Everything is quiet tonight.

Friday, March 17th, 1899

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

Cloudy all day with light falls of rain. Alternately have calm oppressive spells of heat & cool breezes.

It is about 9. p.m. A squad of U.S. troops are now searching the 2 story houses occupied by Filipinos on our block about 40 feet away facing the Estero. A sentry on the bridge near the Cuartel Meisig passed word to the quarters that an unusual number of natives collected in one of the houses. So far nothing unusual has been discovered.

This afternoon for quite a while the sound of firing at the front was plainly heard at No. 2. After more than a month of fighting our troops or line of battle are still within hearing distance of my domicile.

I remained at home all day expecting Al. Scott would come as he promised to do so, but he failed to appear.

This a.m. Private Frank Amie of Battery H. 3d artillery came in with his fighting outfit from the front, looking very rough. He paid me $3.10 –Tenth League dues & $3.40. U.S. coin, of money collected from Battery H. men. God bless him. Had a brief conversation & prayer as he had to return to his command. Sent 3 S.F. War Crys back with him.

Late in the afternoon I hurried down to the Escolta to purchase some groceries as my supply had run low.

During the afternoon overhauled some contents of my trunk, and book catalogues to get an idea of the character of my library. The number of bound books catalogued is 1,908, and pamphlets, 416. Some subjects are quite rich. The following subheads will give a fair idea: History, local & general 151; History bearing on American Civil War 106; Slavery, 86; Africa, 26; Polar Regions, 13; Bibles & testaments, 26; Travels, 105; Natural History, 51; Texas, 54; Religious works, 334; Salvation Army, 23; Holiness works, 58; Biography, 95; Geology, Mineralogy, & kindred subjects, 81; Poetry, 22; Literature, 24; Art, 17; Anecdotes, 14; Music, 12; Mechanics, 19; Missions, 17; Manufactures, 15; Shells, 8; Books about books, 10 etc., etc., etc. These are works not volumes. One history French language (Rollins Ancient) embraces 60 volumes. 12 mo small, A history of China by a Jesuit priest embraces 13 quarto volumes, but both these works are counted each under one title and number. Many languages are represented in this library. This personal library which the Lord hath given me is the result of 32 years book collecting. Had more but my Texas relatives lost over 100 volumes, which included a full set of Chambers Encyclypoedia, which cost me $45.

My books & curios are now in the following places. Overland Freight Transportation & Warehouse Co., San Francisco (the largest part), my scrapbooks of personal writings –printed– & copying books (1 box) 1139 Market St. S.F. Pacific Coast Salvation Army H.Q.; 1 box Houston Heights, Texas, left with Mrs. Houston Mislaps; several boxes at Miss Simpson’s lodging house 182 –6th Ave near West 14th St. New York, & some here in Manila.

Thursday, March 16th, 1899

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

The night closes in dark, with a slow, steady rain falling. Must make our boys very uncomfortable out at the front. The shooting I heard last night 9.30 p.m. was along our line from Caloocan to La Loma cemetery; otherwise Binondo cemetery. Prayer of Bible reading this morning. God the Holy Ghost manifested His presence in my soul last night, revealing His love.

I love my God.

Cooked breakfast & supper. Washed the dishes. My dinner consisted principally of dry bread lemonade & peanuts.

Remained at home until about 2 p.m. Considerable company called to see the Owens’ –Americans.

Mounted a street car & went directly out to the Brigade or General Hospital on the north side of the Pasig river. Called at Ward No. 10 & met Private Albert Scott of the North Dacotas. Scott is under treatment for his ears. Said some kind kind of an insect in this part of the world destroys the drum of the ear. He thinks this pest caused the destruction of one drum & the subsequent deafness. S. smoked a cigarette in my presence. Has lost ground in his soul, but claims to be not wholly backslidden. I was saddened by this confession. Advised him to give up tobacco & be a whole-hearted Christian for the reason that he cannot half-heartedly serve God successfully. Also counseled Scott to be a man of prayer & work for the salvation of souls in the hospital. S. has been discharged from Bilibid prison. Held one meeting in that place. When he tried to sing a Salvation song the men took it out of his hand and turned it into vulgar singing. Scott said he was glad to stop. Promises to call & see me tomorrow at No. 2. I hope by God’s grace to get him to the foot of the Cross for a complete victory.

Together we visited the morgue or dead house attached to the hospital. No dead bodies were in there at the time of visit, but a corporal was washing the floor with a hose. The place made me think of a butcher pen; only this was for butchered men not animals. All the killed and wounded are brought to this hospital from the field. Very suggestive indeed of war’s work was a pile of black coffins under the verandah in front of the morgue., two standing up on end near the entrance and another close at hand. These are all waiting for occupants & will probably not wait long. Dead American soldiers are embalmed & sent back to the United States.

From the morgue we went outside main gate to the rows of tents pitched for overflow cases. In two rows of tents Filipino wounded are kept. We passed between the cots, giving a smile or speaking a kind word here and there to the poor fellows. A very sad spectacle they present to the visitor. Arms & legs are gone, others are wounded in different parts of the body. None asked us for food. All have sufficient, but they did beg for cigarettes & cigars. However I would not grant such requests. Don’t believe in the tobacco vice.

I was surprised & rejoiced to meet the old white haired woman we discovered the evening closing the Tondo Dist. uprising behind the monument by the canal, near the tramway where it crosses the bridge out towards Caloocan. She was carried by our crowd to the street car & taken to the city & here she is. In spite of her age the old woman seems to be doing quite well. One poor Filipino was far advanced towards the shadow land –consumption is killing him.

Dealt personally with several men today about their soul’s salvation. On the Escolta, a soldier from Cavite, member of 1st California vol. heavy artillery; corporal in charge of the sentries at gate of the Brigade Hospital; a patient –20th Infantry– U.S. regulars; a teamster who was driving a 4-mule team into the Hospital courtyard. He stopped. Recognized me; knew me in San Francisco.

Called at the post office & mailed 2 letters for Scott. Rec’d several packages of papers –3 new S.W. War Crys. I receive no more the 120 War Crys of each issue from S.F. Neither do I see any more articles from my pen in that War Cry. They have written me nothing on the subject so I am at a loss to know what they are doing.

Purchased some Mindanao Island sea shells, also a couple of magazines.

At the hospital heard that 17 men were wounded again. Fighting every day on the right wing over at Pasig town now.

P.S. The teamster said he read an article of mine in the S.F. War Cry in San Francisco before his departure from that city, re the Philippines.

Wednesday, March 15th, 1899

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

Cloudy all day with light showers at intervals. Bible reading in Exodus prayer; breakfast –cooked, partaken of, dishes washed; then in company with Rev. Chas Owens walked down town. While Owens was bargaining for some thread I sat down on a stool to rest in a “Chino” store on Calle del Rosario.  One of the firm (evidently) hurried over to me with a book in his hand and without a word of apology set me to work teaching him English. The Chinese could read quite well. It was amusing how quickly he utilized a fragment of time and an opportunity to educate himself. Such a man must excel. We called at the Hacienda de Administracion where crowds of Filipino men blocked the sidewalks on both sides of the street waiting for their turn to get out Cedulas –personal identification paper. Some have waited 3 days. Owens got me past the American sentry in a few minutes.

Purchased groceries at a Spanish store & sent the same home by “Muchacho” –our Biscayan [Visayan] Filipino servant boy. Then went on to the post office where I rec’d fifty copies of “El Evangelista” Aña [Año] XVI. Feb. 1899. No. 182. & 19 copies “El Amigo de la Infancia”, Jan’y 1, 1899.

Got shaved in a Spanish barber shop.

Returned home to dinner & passed the afternoon reading, etc. Wrote a letter to Private M.L. Devine (Landon) who I heard thro’ Mrs. Owens is over on Corregidor Island in the U.S. hospital down with dysentery. Privates Hummer & Harris of the 3d Reg’t, heavy artillery, brought the news. They came while we were absent. Brother Glunz (Christian Commission) also called. Had a long talk with him. The Commission tent has been taken down. Glunz says considerable difficulty attends his efforts to do good, especially over at the Brigade or General Hospital, where a different physician is in charge of every ward, & a different “officer of the day” –doctor– is changed every day whose sanction must be obtained to visiting a patient. Said also he does not go there often on account of so many restrictions. From what I have heard & see in these military hospitals, they are exceedingly poor places to reach a patient with the Gospel of Jesus. The time to seek Christ & salvation is while in health.

Coo Piaco, the Chinese boy who for some time has been in the habit of coming to No. 2 to take English lessons of Rev. Owens is the son of a manufacturing tobacconist. Told Owens that just on the eve of the Filipino-American war, when Filipino recruits & sympathizers were leaving the city, they bought $500. worth cigarettes in one day! Perhaps cigarettes here considered necessaries of life.

Mrs. Ysabel Wood, my mestizo landlady, sent her youngest boy up stairs this evening with a rent receipt, which meant that she wanted me to pay up. I did so. Handed over to the boy 35 Mexican silver dollars, which pays the rent of casa No. 2 Calle Santa Elena, for the month of March. It is now about 9.30 p.m. I hear the rapid sputter of firing out on the front. Sounds as if the “scrap” is going on at or near Malibon [Malabon].

Tuesday, March 14, 1899

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

Weather somewhat cool, with heavy clouds hanging overhead. Like this weather.

Remained at home all day.

As usual Scripture reading & prayer began the morning hours’ serious business.

Wrote & copied Weekly Letter No 19 to Lt-Col. Alice Lewis No. 124 W. 14th St. New York.

Private Hummer of H. Battery 3d Artillery-heavy called. A long talk on the war & God in history followed closing with prayer. Later Private Joe Stahl of the same regiment, a Texan & fellow town’sman of mine –that is of Houston. Gave him some Houston, Texas semi-weekly “Posts” & had quite a conversation re the aforesaid city & it’s affairs. Stahl said he was at one time an alderman & engineered thro’ the city council the scheme to pave Main street with asphalt. Hummer brought me word that Bro. Devine (Landon) is in the General Hospital down with dysentery.

Rev. Owens brought me, from the post office some periodical mail, especially from Madrid Spain, the following: 40 copies of a children’s paper printed in Spanish –“El Amigo de la Infancia.” Año XXVI-No. 296, Jan’y 1st 1899.

Last night the sawmill, a large building about 200 feet from my Headquarters was set on fire. Chinese extinguished the same. Last Sunday, some clothing was discovered buring in the house occupied by me. Tonight the sky is red again from a conflagration somewhere in the distance.

Rev. C. Owens paid me $17. rent today, Mex. money, for 3 rooms & a kitchen in No. 2, which pays up to tomorrow. The right wing of the American army is now sweeping the Filipinos towards Malolos, between Manila, Pasig river & Laguna de Bay.