April 28, 1898

Shortly after 5 A.M., a strange ship was sighted off the McCulloch’s starboard bow. We rushed to intercept the stranger, but it proved to be an English merchant vessel bound for the Philippines. The squadron held the same formation as it continued to plow through rough seas. The low clouds were very dark and threatening. The sky began to clear …

April 27, 1898

This was a bleak, unfriendly kind of day. A heavy mist settled over the water, and there was a suggestion of fall in the air. Our crew was anxious to get underway, and the officers were chafing under the tedious waiting. Every passing day gives the Spanish more time to prepare for our attack on Manila. No one knows this …