Friday, May 5th, 1899

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

I rush around more down on these Philippines than I did in the temperate zone. How my strength holds out is a mystery to me. Can only account for it on the line of Providential strength vouchsafed me. To my God be the glory.

News in today says the troops have moved further north than Apalit. Fighting has been resumed on the north line.

Read a chapter in Numbers, 2 psalms and prayed. The Holy Ghost blessed me with a manifestation of His love last night. God is indeed very good to me.

Cooked breakfast & washed dishes. Bro. Clayton Scott rode up to No. 2 while I was cooking. I gave him a bundle of 50 assorted San Francisco War Crys for distribution in corral & among the patients. Before he rode away (was out pressing carabao carts & drivers into service) he tied the War Crys to his saddle. Together we waited on the Lord in prayer.

Wrote & copied a letter on the Lord in prayer.

Brothers D. G. Hines and Dave Freeman Co. E. 1st Montana Vol. Inf. called. They are recovering from heat prostration. Towards noon after prayer together, Hines & I took street car to the vicinity of the Imperial Photograph Gallery, leaving Freeman to rest at No. 2 as it is a cool & pleasant house. Before going I prepared 3 cups of lemonade for us three.

The Imperial photo gallery, had neither my films or pictures of No. 2 finished.

Returned home, purchased an apple pie, 30 cts. from the Utah battery bakery. Mrs. Owens gave me some farina; with lemonade added & prepared lunch for Freeman & myself from the same. Rested till about 2.45p.m. then struck out again, leaving Freeman asleep in the parlor. Took street car to Intramuros (walled city) where the sentry of 12th U.S. Infantry passed me without trouble into the arsenal. Inside I hunted up Sergeant Leon Chic (ordinance) who I discovered just outside the sally port in the wall, on the bank of the Pasig, where he was receiving a casco load of shells & other ammunition for artillery. He promised me day before yesterday that if I called today he would take me into the notorious Black Hole in Santiago Citadel. Leaving the casco he immediately went to the office, secured the proper keys and led the way. Arriving at the powder magazine the sentry stationed there, challenged us for a pass, but excused himself when he learned that Sergeant Chic is in charge of all these magazines & their contents. Entering a small wooden shed, the Sergeant descended a few stone steps into a tunnel arched with solid masonry, unlocked a door then at the bottom on a line with the ground (the entrance is had from above) unlocked another, heavy wood, with small orifices about 3 inches square for air. This door opened into an arched chamber about 12 feet x 15 feet with no ventilator for air or light save what was admitted thro’ the door. The chamber was dry save when rain water flowed down the steps. Chic pointed out some new masonry near the floor on the farther right hand corner from the entrance, which closed the entrance into another chamber. As near as I remember Chic’s explanation, 160 Filipinos were crowded into these small chamber; they were not drowned, but smothered to death when the door was closed. But the one chamber shown me by Sergt. Chic does not record but a small part of the mysteries of this bastion, as in it & the rear bastion facing the cross moat, are a number of black holes sealed up with masonry. Entrances are low.

The Black Hole is used for powder magazine, likewise the large four-square building with the flagpole at each gable. The back bastion with its chambers of death, if stories of Spanish cruelty are true, is entered from about thro’ a well-like spectators, which like the others are sealed. Serg’t Chic thinks they are likely to remain sealed. The hatred engendered by centuries of Spanish misrule is liable to enrage the Filipinos & cause trouble if the secrets of Santiago castle are revealed to the world.

Serg’t Chic skewed me thro’ the powder magazine above where quantities of death dealing missiles are being stacked up at the present time by Chinese coolies. The Sergeant’s enlistment expires in about 15 or 20 days. He will then return to the U.S. Bidding him adieu. I made my way to the “Corral” in old Manila. Here wagons, mules, pack train accoutrements & a lot of very hard looking men dressed in civilian costume interested me. Met Brother Alvin Merritt, packer (a member of San Francisco No. 2 corps) who took me up stairs to the dormitories or big dens. Very filthy indeed are these quarters & quite different from the quarters of troops. The men belong to the transportation department of Government service & necessarily are on the road much of their time. I saw Bro. Clayton Scott’s cap with a Salvation Army band around it hanging above one bed. God bless Scott.

Merritt & I talked of various matters not by any mean leaving out Salvation subjects & finished by both of us kneeling down at his bedside & praying. Requested Bro. Merritt who is now on the night shift to help me with a service next Sunday p.m. at the 2d Reserve Hospital. Promised to try.

From old Manila returned to No. 2 Calle Sta. Elena & cooked supper ate thereof & washed dishes.

Spoke to soldiers personally about salvation.

Gave a Filipino girl Senorita Romano Francia $1 Mex to purchase cloth for a woman’s jacket, she is making for me.

Tuesday, April 25th, 1899

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

Paid rent for the month of April, to Mrs. Ysabel Wood – Amount $35. Mexican silver. This money is for No. 2 Calle Santa Elena, Manila. My landlady instead of asking rent in advance was content to let the month get pretty well on before sending her usual recibo to “Juan Major Milsaps”. Paid her the money. Read a chapter or two in Leviticus, a psalm & prayed, then cooked breakfast. In company with Rev. Owens went to the post office. Was handed out some more papers.

Purchased some more shells for my cabinet from a Filipino. Am keeping a sharp look out for different for different kinds. Want to make my collections as complete as possible. Also purchased groceries and treated my companion to a couple of oranges.

Hurried back home. Capt. Morrison, his daughter Agnes & a little girl from Australia a sea Captain’s daughter were awaiting my return to hear the gramophone. Gave them their desire in the matter.

Dinner peanuts, an orange & lemonade.

Supper, oatmeal mush, fried bacon and cocoa.

Company claimed more of my time than I cared to give. Private D. G. Hines & “Red” another soldier, called re preparing for a stereopticon. To Hines I gave a New Testament & 2 War Crys to take to Bro. Schumerhorn – No. 1 Reserve Hospital.

Bro. Clayton Scott rode up on his poney. Had a brief spiritual talk & prayer together. He informed me of a Salvationist – a packer – just over with the last batch of U.S. Government mules. His name is A. J. Merritt. Belongs to S. F. No. 2 Corps. Gave Scott 2 War Crys to read & pass on to the new comer.

Tried to write more for “Harbor Lights”, but made little progress. Bothered too much. This knocks an expected trip to the country in the head. I must catch the next mail.

The Utah Artillery sentinel captured a Filipino man this afternoon with his revolver. The Filipino is a prisoner of war. Was taken to the Utah quarters & by making himself useful to the soldiers won their good will & secured the freedom of the troops. Commenced to dress in spotless white. Lately he contracted the habit of holding up Chinese & robbing them. Tried it this afternoon. Struck a Chinese on the head. When I saw the men, blood was running down the face of the Chinese. Mr. Filipino’s priviledges will probably be restricted now.

News is coming in this evening late that Calumpit was captured. Some of our men were killed & wounded; ditto the enemy. I heard that an advance to be made to the next town forthwith.

God blessed me with His love last night.

Saturday, April 22, 1899

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

Blinding flashes of lightning, thunder and a rain is at the time of writing relieving the monotony of hot day. The weather was unusually warm, although quite breezy.

The rumored uprising of Filipinos last night failed to materialize. I am glad to state. Capt. Morrison & his daughter Agnes stayed in No. 2 Agnes slept with Mrs. Owens & the Captain & Rev. Owens occupied on of my rooms.

God the Holy Ghost manifested His love & presence in my soul last night. Glory to His ever blessed name.

This morning a chaplain in Leviticus & one in the Song of Solomon claimed my attention; then prayer, after this I cooked breakfast, washed dishes & struck out for the post office. Received quite a few War Crys & other papers & letters for Rev. Owens & myself. While in town purchased a pitcher & 2 glazed cups from a Chinese firm for house keeping purposes. Also bought some beautiful shells for my collection from a Filipino woman. The variety of beautiful & strange shells in my possession make my cabinet quite respectible in size & value.

Was shaved in a Spanish barber shop on the Escolta. My last shave was in a Filipino barber shop at Cavite. I do not like to take chances on Filipinos. They are considered treacherous.

Private D.G. Hines dropped in again. Treated the 2 of us to prune pie (30 cts, Mex) & lemonade for dinner.

Arose from this morning with a headache, which troubled me all day. Felt like resting. Put in several hours reading War Crys, Houston “Ports” etc. The ship channel (Buffalo Bayon) from Galveston Bay to Houston interests me much.

Recommenced another article for the S.A. magazines “Harbor Lights.” Have been tumbled by visitors of late who spoiled my time for literary work.

Wrote & copied a letter to Bro. Hans Veiweibe, Brigade Hospital, Cavite, sending receipt for $7. Tenth League Payment also encouraged him spiritually.

I am much concerned to know how the trouble between the U.S. field staff & Booth-Tucker is shaping.

Friday, April 21st, 1899

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

The time is now about 8 p.m. Word has lately – since dark been brought from U.S. Headquarters to the Utah artillerymen across the street from my house, that the Filipinos are expected to rise tonight in Manila. An attack is expected to be made on the Cuartel Meisig close to my house. The old Spanish woman, Senora Dolores Valcacer is frightened. She got wind of it somehow & made a flying visit up stairs.

I attempted the article for “Harbor Lights”, Mrs. Brewer wrote me to send her, the title will probably be Four (or five) nights in the Philippines. Did not make much progress because of much company. Rev. Rogers, a Presbyterian missionary from the Southern part of Brazil arrived today by steamer. Left his wife or children in China. Mr. Randall of the Bible Society brought him around. A lady came also.

Bro. D. G. Hines came. Is not improving as rapidly as one could wish. Capt. Morrison & daughter, Agnes, also called. They are staying with the Owens’ tonight. I have given the latter permission to use one of my rooms during the night. They borrowed 2 cots from the Utah men.

I went to the post office this morning but rec’d nothing; U.S. mail came but was not distributed; called again this p.m. with better success. (1) a short letter of no importance from Lt.-Col. Alice Lewis, New York, enclosing a pamphlet of instruction re Self Denial Week. I have no heart to do any more self-denying than I am doing to raise money for the General or Booth-Tucker. Their reputation for wasting money is discouraging. Com. B.-T. is the author of the pamphlet.

(2) Adjutant C. Wilfred Bourne, written at New York, March 13th, brings heavy news & hints at move. Says he learned in Commanders’ office that the San Francisco Cal. War Cry is doomed – “sure thing” this time. God forbid. For a period of long years the U.S. leader stationed in New York tried to suspend the little paper. I prayed God and trusted him & worked to keep it going. The Lord did not permit it to fail praise His dear name. The N. Yorkers are again at their old game. May God block it again if best in His sight.

I quote Bourne: “Rumour says that we are likely to lose Commander in a year or so. He will have been with us then five years. Remember I received above in confidence but was allowed to write you.” Evidently the General had been petitioned to recall Commander & Mrs. Booth–Tucker & he does not wish to comply with the request for a year or two, which is equivalent to not granting it. Bourne says he wrote another on the can but I did not get it.

Tonight the moon gives light thro’ light clouds. There will be some light at least in case they make an attack.

This a.m. at a Chinese gallery on Calle Nueva, I obtained 10 photographs of the recent fight over at Santa Maria, with kindred pictures taken by Corporal Krell. lI mailed some papers to Bro. Berry at Corregidor Is. hospital yesterday morning & this p.m. sent a package of envelopes, 2 lead pencils & some writing paper to Private Frank Amie, Battery H. 3d Heavy Artillery at Paombong.

Taps is now sounding over in the Cuartel Meisig. I am hot & sleepy & want to retire. Unto my God I give praise for His providential care over me.

Saturday, April 15th , 1899

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

This is the night appointed for another Filipino uprising in Manila if rumor can be credited. The daily process state that thousands of Insurrectos are in Manila. At the present hour (about 8 o’clock p.m.) nothing unusual is apparent on the surface. Down in the street below No. 2 the Filipino are merrymaking with a guitar & funny songs. Rev. and Mrs. Owens are absent again tonight. Make the second night out on the bay in a ship. They came up here today and made a brief stay. This forenoon Owens came up with Captain [Crow] and Morrison – sea-captains of merchant vessels & requested me to let them hear my gramophone. Did so to please them.

Private D. G. Hines remained at No. 2 all day. I purchased a pie & he & I made a lunch at noon on pie and water.

As usual I cooked breakfast – supper.

Feel tired & sleepy tonight _ Went to the post office late this afternoon. Rec’d a letter from Mrs. Lieut – Col. Minnie B. Brewer, editress of New York (S.A.) “Harbor Lights” requesting me to write an article for her monthly.

Thursday, April 13th , 1899

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

Mr. George F. Conway, superintendent of the military stations of the U.S. post office department on the Philippines, gave me a lot of cancelled Philippine postage stamps. At the same time I received 50 copies of “El Evangelista”, March 1899. Spanish from Barcelona & the daily “American”. Purchased a shell for my collection. Keep an eye on the look out for new forms and varieties of which there are many.

Private D. G. Hines came in the forenoon & passed the day at No. 2 with the sanction of his regimental physician. He paid me $15.30 U.S. coin, $3 for himself Tenth League, $4.30, for himself & Albert Lloyd for Kodak pictures taken by me, $5. Tenth League payment for Albert Lloyd, & $3 for Dave Freeman – Tenth League. Gave him receipts. Hines & I took dinner with Rev. & Mrs. Owens by their invitation. A real American dinner is a luxury to me because there is so much sameness to my meals. May God bless our entertainers.

Mrs. Owens brought the news that thro’ Mrs. D. Kellogg, she learned that the Filipinos have planned another uprising in Manila next Saturday night.

When Hines was ready to return to his quarters in the evening we prayed together before he departed.

Started another article for the San Francisco War Cry. Only wrote 2 pages & a paragraph, because of being bothered.

Posted personnel clippings in my Scrap book kept for that purpose. In the Manila Directory published in today’s “Freedom” appears a notice of my address.

Gave “Muchacho” $2 Mex. $1 extra He leaves for Iloilo tomorrow.

I cooked & cleansed up as usual. Takes much of my time.

Tuesday, April 11th ‘99

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

Dry weather; a God-send it is too to our troops. The Filipinos are keeping them busy – little “scraps” and skirmishes. The train had trouble. The Filipinos slipped in to the rail road at Guiguinto between Manila and Malolos and tore up the rails of the Dagupan line. A fight followed. Several of our boys of the 2d Oregon Vols. And 13th Minnesota Vols. were killed and quite a few wounded. The natives suffered severely. Much killing was done over at Santa Cruz on Laguna de Bay of Filipinos.

Rev. Owens & I went to the post office where a letter was handed me of more than ordinary interest. Is from Major Ashley Pebbles, Washington D. C. dated Feb. 21st 1899. Mr. Geo F. [Connery] the post master, volunteered the gift of some old Filipino stamps. Accepted the offer.

On the Escolta met one of the sailors confined in Bilibid. Asked me for money; gave him one paseta. Said Frank [Carson], who professed conversion in prison Sunday, April 2d is all right, and is talking to the men in prison about salvation night & day.

Major Pebbles’ letter brought me astonishing news. Himself & wife are appointed to the Texas and Arkansas Division, a new division just formed for him, with headquarters at Dallas, but may move it to Houston. I feel that this move is on a line with preceding anti-American moves. The plan as I understand it is to send American officers away, lift them out of important field commands and put them into departments or relegate them into small divisions. But aside from this appointment of which Pebbles makes no complaint, I will quote from his letter re other matters of national importance:

“There is an awful feeling of dissatisfaction at National Headquarters & several have left; among them Mc Larren, Russell, Irwin & others. I understand that the Consul was jealous of Elizabeth Clark, Adjutant, & froze her out & she has resigned. Clark got into a great many places where the Consul tried and failed. The Consul especially has become odious; she has asserted here authority over the commander & others very much of later. She does not allow the Com. to pass anything for the Cry, & she overrules his decisions often. The spirit of dissatisfaction has spread from National H.Q. to all parts of the field in proportion to distance & resignations are so common that we do not pass a remark when we hear of them; in fact it is getting hard to officer the corps’ & I fear we are rapidly on the decrease in corps & officers. x x The [Cry] is down. The building (Headquarters) has three mortgages & Col. Brewer told me that $100,000 would not begin to clear the National Headquarters of debt. About $10,000 was lost on the General’s last visit. x x I learned that there is a secret plan on foot among the C.D.O’s (Chief Divisional Officer) to petition the General to send [ ______ ] to save the concern. xx Col. Higgins has just returned from International Headquarters. No one seems to know what he went there for; however he started an Insurance Department in this country in connection with the “Metropolitan Insurance Co”, & Brigadier (W. H.) Cox has charge of that department. Brewer is Editor in Chief. I think they are crucifying him, for he is very dissatisfied. He told me that he did not think he could hold out much longer, unless something was done to give the thing a more hopeful appearance.”

So the chief officer of the Salvation Army in the United States have grown weary of the Booth-Tucker. This feeling has been growing some time. Am tired of the whole Booth tribe; [____} seems to be no end of them. We had Ballington Booth & wife of years, then Eva Booth & now Booth – Tucker & wife. I hope the country will not be afflicted with another Booth. I shall await news from home with great interest. If the C.D.O.’s demand the recall of the Booth-Tuckers, the S.A world will be astonished & the London Booths will be (I fear) paralyzed, for such a request strikes at the family, & threatens their position.

I answered the foregoing letter immediately. Wrote 9 pages. Did not say a word in defense of the Booths for I can not, but urged Pebbles to do all he can to hold the Salvation Army together for God & humanity’s sake & for the sake of the many years we have toiled in its ranks. We must not permit our labors to be destroyed. I ardently hope & pray that the Booths will step down & give the Army a chance to become something.

Private D.G. Hines called. Is in from the front suffering from sunstroke. Asked him to rest himself. He did so. I fried ham, bought bread & made lemonade for the two of us from dinner. Prayed with him when he departed for his quarter.

Monday, April 10th, 1899

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

General William Booth is 70 years of age today. A most remarkable man is he, in my opinion the most remarkable since the days of St. Paul. Half a century of hard work he has given to religious work. About 34 years ago Wm Booth stood, so to speak, alone on Mile End Waste, London, England, to preach the gospel to the poor and outcast, since that eventful day in July 1865. God has used him & thousands of others to evolve the marvelous organization, so well known to the world as the Salvation Army. Seldom if ever has a more remarkable family come upon the stage of time than the Booth family. Mrs. Catherine Booth & her children were and are as a rule above the average. Their Godliness, ability, courage and zeal made them during the years agone what we considered worthy leaders of such an organization as this one is of which I write. We had the most implicit confidence in them. No matter who else did wrong, we somehow believed they were above doing wrong. Others might make mistakes but not the Booths. All along the years we heard and read of valiant warriors, men and women mighty in deed and word, getting at outs with the Booths and dropping out of the Salvation Army. We thought them, no matter who or how many, always blameworthy as a matter of course; but I do not think so now. I believe the Booths are no better than other Christians, and a great deal worse than many known to me, whose names are not so well known to the world at large. The wonderful success of Gen. Booth will dazzle mankind, and biographers of the future will probably think him more than mortal. Indeed there are not one or two persons in the Salvation Army at the present time, but a crowd, who because of expected favors laud him and the members of his family to the skies. The most extravagant language is used to describe his or their doings & the most fulsome praise given. If such writings were the effusions of sycophants who endeavored to outcry each other to attract attention to themselves the case would not bear as hard upon the Booths, but they want such extravagant laudation. I believe in honoring leaders & strengthening them (if they are worthy) with the public, but beyond a certain point one cannot go. I know of no parallel to the extravagant praise given the Booths. I believe they were true & good at one time & as self sacrificing as any of their followers but not so now. I am convinced they regard the Salvation Army & its following as family property – real estate, money & bodies and souls of men & women – their own to be bequeathed by the elder Booth to his children. A number of prominent Salvationists think so, if I mistake not.

I fear a great storm is coming for this organization. I do not want the Salvation Army wrecked. I want it to hold together and preach Christ to the nations. Nothing better in the religious world exists, but the Booths have become a heavy load to carry. They no longer command our confidence as in former years. My heart is sad because of this fact. I tremble for the future of the Salvation Army if the Booth administration continues. If they want to appropriate it as their own, they are the greatest enemies of the organization on the earth & the most dangerous because they have the power in their hands and have the prestige of being the makers (so far as men can see with the eye of sense) of the great concern. I hope my fears are groundless & that my opinion is at fault regarding the family but while I have these fears & hold the opinion I now do, I write as I am now writing. May God direct the future of the Salvation Army, & raise up the right leaders regardless of name or family connections. Amen, and may the General if he has lost ground in his soul, recover it. It would be a thousand pities if a man like Gen’l Booth who served his generations so faithfully should at the close of his long life spoil his record.

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As usual Bible reading & prayer. Cooked breakfast & supper.

Arranged my files of Manila newspapers.

Bro. M. Turner & family of the Ecclesia mission called. We had an extended conversation re mission work & kindred subjects. Private D. G. Hines of E. Co. 1st Montana Vol. Inf. came in on sick leave from having been sun-struck last week near Calumpit.

He overhauled his curios & gave me a Roman string of beads with cross, charm etc.; also presented me with a splendid dress trimmed with lace – a Filipino woman’s dress. He thinks the latter is from Polo & the former from Malolos. Before Hines left for his quarter we prayed together.

Called at the post office & received the Houston “Post”.

Rev. Owens went out today to look for a house. Wants to rent a place & start a school. He appears to be in a quandary whether to remain on the Islands or return to the U.S.

Rumor says the troops will start out again in two or three days for a thirty days campaign against the Filipinos. Perhaps that campaign will finish the war.

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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.