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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: The Woman with a Stone Heart + A Romance of the Philippine War + +Author: Oscar William Coursey + +Illustrator: W. K. Leigh + +Release Date: March 3, 2011 [EBook #24705] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ASCII + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE WOMAN WITH A STONE HEART *** + + + + +Produced by Jeroen Hellingman and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This book was +produced from scanned images of public domain material +from the Google Print project and the Internet Archive.) + + + + + + +</pre> + +<div class="front"> +<p class="first"></p> +<div class="figure xd20e108width"><img src="images/titlepage.gif" alt= +"Original Title Page." width="452" height="720"></div> +<div class="titlePage"> +<div class="docTitle"> +<div class="mainTitle">The Woman with a Stone Heart</div> +<div class="subTitle">A Romance of the Philippine War.</div> +</div> +<div class="byline">By<br> +<span class="docAuthor">O. W. Coursey</span>, (U. S. Vols.)<br> +Author of<br> +“History and Geography of the Philippine Islands.”<br> +“Who’s Who In South Dakota.”<br> +“Biography of General Beadle.”<br> +“School Law Digest.”</div> +<div class="docImprint">All of these books are published and for sale +by<br> +THE EDUCATOR SUPPLY COMPANY<br> +Mitchell, South Dakota</div> +</div> +<div class="div1"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first xd20e144">Copyrighted 1914</p> +<p class="xd20e144">By O. W. Coursey</p> +</div> +</div> +<div class="div1"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first xd20e144">The Woman with a Stone Heart</p> +</div> +</div> +<div class="div1"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 class="main">Introduction</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">To those whose love of adventure would cause them to +plunge head-long into an abyss of vain glory, hoping at life’s +sunset to reap a harvest contrary to the seed that were sown, let me +suggest that you pause first to read the story of “The Woman With +a Stone Heart,” Marie Sampalit, dare-devil of the +Philippines.</p> +<hr class="tb"> +<p>Perhaps we might profitably meditate for a few moments on the +musings of Whittier:</p> +<div class="lgouter"> +<p class="line">“The tissue of the life to be</p> +<p class="line">We weave in colors all our own,</p> +<p class="line">And in the field of destiny</p> +<p class="line">We’ll reap as we have sown.”</p> +</div> +<p class="first">—<span class="sc">The Author.</span></p> +</div> +</div> +<div class="div1"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 class="main">Dedication</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">To Her, who, as a bride of only eighteen months, stood +broken-hearted on the depot platform and bade me a tearful farewell as +our train of soldier boys started to war; who later, while I was Ten +Thousand miles away from home on soldier duty in the Philippine +Islands, became a Mother; and who, unfortunately, three months +thereafter, was called upon to lay our first-born, Oliver D. Coursey, +into his snow-lined baby tomb amid the bleak silence of a cold +winter’s night, with no strong arm to bear her up in those awful +hours of anguish and despair,</p> +<hr class="tb"> +<p>My Soldier Wife, Julia,</p> +<p>this book is most affectionately dedicated.</p> +<div class="lgouter"> +<p class="line">“Only a baby’s grave,</p> +<p class="line xd20e191">Yet often we go and sit</p> +<p class="line">By the little stone,</p> +<p class="line">And thank God to own,</p> +<p class="line xd20e191">We are nearer heaven for it.”</p> +</div> +<p class="first">—<span class="sc">O. W. Coursey.</span></p> +</div> +</div> +<div class="div1"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 class="main">List of Illustrations</h2> +<ul> +<li> <span class= +"tocPagenum">Page</span></li> +<li><a href="#p010">Marie Sampalit</a> +<span class="tocPagenum">10</span></li> +<li><a href="#p029">Region Around Manila Bay</a> + <span class="tocPagenum">29</span></li> +<li><a href="#p039">Admiral Dewey</a> +<span class="tocPagenum">39</span></li> +<li><a href="#p061">Aguinaldo</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum">61</span></li> +<li><a href="#p082">Marie, Her Mother, etc.</a> + <span class="tocPagenum">82</span></li> +<li><a href="#p100">Filipinos at Breakfast</a> +<span class="tocPagenum">100</span></li> +<li><a href="#p113">End of the Boat-Battle</a> +<span class="tocPagenum">113</span></li> +<li><a href="#p126">The Rescue</a> +<span class="tocPagenum">126</span></li> +<li><a href="#p129">Floating Down The Rapids</a> + <span class="tocPagenum">129</span></li> +<li><a href="#p139">General Lawton and Staff</a> + <span class="tocPagenum">139</span></li> +</ul> +</div> +</div> +<div id="toc" class="div1"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 class="main">Table of Contents</h2> +<ul> +<li>Chapters: <span class= +"tocPagenum">Page</span></li> +<li>I. <a href="#ch1">Love Defeated</a> +<span class="tocPagenum">9</span></li> +<li>II. <a href="#ch2">First Shot of A New War</a> + <span class="tocPagenum">25</span></li> +<li>III. <a href="#ch3">Avenged Her Lover’s Death</a> + <span class="tocPagenum">41</span></li> +<li>IV. <a href="#ch4">The Interval</a> +<span class="tocPagenum">57</span></li> +<li>V. <a href="#ch5">Filipino Uprising</a> +<span class="tocPagenum">69</span></li> +<li>VI. <a href="#ch6">As A Spy</a> +<span class="tocPagenum">81</span></li> +<li>VII. <a href="#ch7">Off For Baler</a> +<span class="tocPagenum">93</span></li> +<li>VIII. <a href="#ch8">The Gilmore Incident</a> + <span class="tocPagenum">105</span></li> +<li>IX. <a href="#ch9">The American Prisoners</a> + <span class="tocPagenum">113</span></li> +<li>X. <a href="#ch10">Death of General Lawton</a> + <span class="tocPagenum">131</span></li> +<li>XI. <a href="#ch11">North-bound</a> +<span class="tocPagenum">141</span></li> +<li>XII. <a href="#ch12">Crossing the Sierra Madres</a> + <span class="tocPagenum">153</span></li> +<li>XIII. <a href="#ch13">Compensation</a> +<span class="tocPagenum">167</span></li> +</ul> +<p><span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb10" href="#pb10" name= +"pb10">10</a>]</span></p> +</div> +</div> +<div class="div1"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first"></p> +<div class="figure xd20e379width" id="p010"><img src="images/p010.jpg" +alt="Marie Sampalit" width="440" height="614"> +<p class="figureHead">Marie Sampalit</p> +<p class="first">“The woman with a stone heart.’</p> +</div> +</div> +</div> +</div> +<div class="body"> +<div id="ch1" class="div1"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 class="label">Chapter I.</h2> +<h2 class="main">Love Defeated</h2> +<p><span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb11" href="#pb11" name= +"pb11">11</a>]</span></p> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">Marie Sampalit and her fiancee, Rolando Dimiguez, were +walking arm-in-arm along the sandy beach of Manila bay, just opposite +old Fort Malate, talking of their wedding day which had been postponed +because of the Filipino insurrection which was in progress.</p> +<p>The tide was out. A long waved line of sea-shells and drift-wood +marked the place to which it had risen the last time before it began to +recede. They were unconsciously following this line of ocean debris. +Occasionally Marie would stop to pick up a spotted shell which was more +pretty than the rest. Finally, when they had gotten as far north as the +semi-circular drive-way which extends around the southern and eastern +sides of the walled-city, or Old Manila, as it is called, and had begun +to veer toward it, Marie looked back and repeated a beautiful memory +gem taught to her by a good friar <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb12" +href="#pb12" name="pb12">12</a>]</span>when she was a pupil in one of +the parochial schools of Manila:</p> +<div class="lgouter"> +<p class="line">“E’en as the rise of the tide is told,</p> +<p class="line xd20e191">By drift-wood on the beach,</p> +<p class="line">So can our pen mark on the page</p> +<p class="line xd20e191">How high our thoughts can reach.”</p> +</div> +<p class="first">They turned directly east until they reached the low +stone-wall that prevents Manila bay from overflowing the city during +the periods of high tides. Dimiguez helped Marie to step upon it; then +they strolled eastward past the large stake which marked the place +where the Spaniards had shot Dr. Jose Rizal, the brainiest patriot ever +produced by the Malay race.</p> +<p>When they came to the spot, Marie stopped and told Dimiguez how she +had watched the shooting when it took place, and how bravely Rizal had +met his fate.</p> +<p>“If it hadn’t been for this outrage committed by the +Spaniards,” remarked Dimiguez, “this insurrection would not +have lasted these two years, and we would have been married before now; +but our people are determined <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb13" href= +"#pb13" name="pb13">13</a>]</span>to seek revenge for his +death.”</p> +<p>Then they started on, changed their course to the northward, entered +the walled-city by the south gate, walked past the old Spanish arsenal, +and then passed out of the walled-city by the north gate. Here they +crossed the Pasig river on the old “Bridge of Spain” (the +large stone bridge near the mouth of the river, built over 300 years +ago) and entered the Escolta, the main business street of Manila. After +making their way slowly up the Escolta they meandered along San Miguel +street until they finally turned and walked a short distance down a +side street to a typical native shack, built of bamboo and thatched +with Nipa palms, happily tucked away beneath the overhanging limbs of a +large mango tree in a spacious yard,—the home of the +Sampalits.</p> +<p>Here Marie had been born just seventeen years before; in fact the +next day, April 7, would be her seventeenth birthday. When she was +born, her father instituted one of the accustomed Filipino dances which +last <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb14" href="#pb14" name= +"pb14">14</a>]</span>from three to five days and nights, and at its +conclusion she had been christened “Maria,” subsequently +changed by force of habit to “Marie.”</p> +<p>Late that evening, while they were seated side-by-side on a bamboo +bench beside of her home, tapping the toes of their wooden-soled +slippers on the hard ground, and indulging in a wandering lovers’ +conversation, Marie said to him (calling him affectionately by his +first name), “Rolando, when did you first decide to postpone our +wedding day?”</p> +<p>“Well, I’ll tell you how it was,” answered he, +meditatingly. “The thought of serving my country had been +lingering on my mind all last summer—in fact, ever since the +insurrection first broke out in the spring of 1896. You know I intended +coming down to see you last Christmas, but I couldn’t get away. +That night I walked the floor all night in our home at Malolos, +debating in my mind whether we had better get married in March, as we +had planned, or if it would not <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb15" +href="#pb15" name="pb15">15</a>]</span>be wiser and more manly for me +to go to war, take chances on getting back alive and postpone our +wedding day until after the war is over. Toward morning, I decided that +it was my duty to become a soldier; so I called my father and mother, +got an early breakfast, bade them goodby and started for Malabon, which +was Aguinaldo’s headquarters, and enlisted. He was glad to see +me. You know, he and I attended school together for one year at +Hongkong. Well, Aguinaldo at once commissioned me a spy and assigned me +to very important duty.”</p> +<p>“My God!” interrupted Marie, “you are not on that +duty now, are you, Rolando?”</p> +<p>Dimiguez arose. “Marie,” said he firmly, “I must +be off.”</p> +<p>“But won’t you tell me where you are going and what task +lies before you?” pleaded Marie, as she threw both arms about his +neck and began to sob, “I’ll never tell a living soul, so +help me God, but I must know!”</p> +<p>“A spy never tells his plans to anyone, Marie,” said +Dimiguez slowly. “He takes <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb16" +href="#pb16" name="pb16">16</a>]</span>his orders from his chief, plays +his part; and if he gets caught, he refuses to speak and dies without a +murmur, like a man. Good night, Marie, I must be off; duty lies before +me.”</p> +<p>Marie cried herself to sleep.</p> +<p>The next morning she started down town, as usual, for the market +place, with her bamboo basket filled with bananas, sitting on her head, +and a cigarette in her mouth. She had only gone a block when she met a +neighbor girl, one of her chums of equal years to her own, who was a +chamber-maid in the German consul’s home on San Miguel +Street.</p> +<p>Her friend looked excited. “Have you heard the awful news, +Marie?” said she.</p> +<p>“No!” exclaimed Marie, “What is it?”</p> +<p>“Why, Dimiguez was caught last night by Spanish guards inside +the yard of the governor-general’s summer palace up on the +Malacanan, just as he was slipping out of the palace itself. How he got +in there, nobody knows.” <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb17" +href="#pb17" name="pb17">17</a>]</span></p> +<p>Marie dropped her basket. “Heavens!” gasped she, +“Did he do anything wrong?”</p> +<p>“They found in his pocket diagrams of the interior of the +palace, showing the entries to it, the room where the governor-general +sleeps, and many other things; also your picture. See here! the morning +paper gives a full account of it.”</p> +<p>Marie glanced at the head lines and then started on a vigorous run +for the building in which the Spanish military court was sitting. +Rushing in, past an armed guard, she began to plead for her +lover’s life. But he had already been tried, convicted and +sentenced to death by strangulation in the old chute at Cavite. +Dimiguez never moved a muscle when he saw Marie. Armed guards forced +her abruptly out of the building and ordered her to leave.</p> +<p>Inside of two hours, on the same day, April 7, the anniversary of +Marie’s birth, he was taken to the little town of Cavite, seven +miles southwest of Manila, and was there placed in the lower end of a +long chute built <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb18" href="#pb18" name= +"pb18">18</a>]</span>out into Manila Bay. This chute was just wide +enough for a man to enter. Its sides, top and bottom were all built of +heavy planks. The side planks lacked a few inches of connecting with +the top, although of course the side posts ran clear up and the top was +firmly bolted to them. The entrance to it was well elevated near the +docks. The lower end protruded into the bay, so that it was visible +about eighteen inches above the water during the period of low tide, +and submerged several feet during high tide.</p> +<p>Tides come in slowly at Cavite, each succeeding wave rising but a +trifle higher than the others, until the usual height is reached. Thus, +a prisoner placed in this chute, forced to the lower end and then +fastened securely during low tide, can look out over the side planks at +the hideous spectators, watch the tide as it begins to rise and see +slow death approaching. It was in this chute that Marie’s lover +met his death.</p> +<p>Marie saw the launch that carried him away as it left Manila. She +rushed down <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb19" href="#pb19" name= +"pb19">19</a>]</span>to the Pasig river, loosened her little boat from +the tree to which it was tied, jumped in, seized the oars and started +in pursuit. The launch on which he was being carried had for its power +a gasoline engine, and, of course, it soon left her far behind. When +she first started, the swells caused by the launch rocked her little +canoe quite roughly and impeded her progress. As she approached the +mouth of the river, passed the monument of Magellan and came between +the walled-city on the southern bank and the docks on the northern +bank, a crowd of excited natives thronged the shore, and many of them +recognized her. She heard some one cry out, “Vive Marie!” +With might and main she strove forward.</p> +<p>The launch made its seven-mile run to Cavite; the victim was placed +in the chute; the tide had risen to the danger line; her lover, with +his head thrown back, had just begun to gurgle the salt water, when +Marie, in frantic agony, almost exhausted, rowed around the lower end +of the chute and came <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb20" href="#pb20" +name="pb20">20</a>]</span>near enough to the dying hero to be +recognized by him. Straining ever muscle to keep his head above the +water a second longer, he cried out in chocking tones that were +interrupted by the merciless sea which was rapidly filling his mouth, +“Goodby, Marie, God bless you. Avenge my death!”</p> +<p>Hush! At this moment another tidal wave engulfed the apex of the +chute. Not a sound could be heard save the slight flapping of the waves +against the pier, and the dismal chant of three priests, who stood on +the shore near by, and who had not been permitted to attend the young +spy before his death. Marie trembled; she dropped the oars; her eyes +fell; for a moment it seemed that her young heart stood still: then her +face flushed; the tears stopped flowing; anguish gave vent to +determined revenge; pent-up sorrows yielded to out-spoken threats; and +in tones sufficiently audible to be heard ashore, she cried, +“I’ll do it.”</p> +<p>The Spaniard knows no pity. If Marie were to have stepped ashore +immediately <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb21" href="#pb21" name= +"pb21">21</a>]</span>after her lover’s strangulation, she might +have come to grief. It is strange that she escaped punishment for +having followed. She, therefore, rowed directly east and landed on the +beach of the bay, about four miles south of Manila, just west of the +little city of Paranaque.</p> +<p>From sheer exhaustion, she needed food; therefore, she walked +northward along the shore until she found a Mango tree heavily laden +with fruit. After eating a few luscious mangoes, she crept into a clump +of bamboo and had a good cry: tears so ease a woman’s soul.</p> +<p>From her position on the beach she could readily see the Spaniards +as they took her dead lover from the chute when the tide had lowered +toward evening. She saw them even strike his corpse, and she bit her +finger nails as she watched them place him in a rough wooden box and +haul him up through the streets of the village on an old two-wheeled +cart drawn by a caribou.</p> +<p>With the approach of sunset, things <span class="pagenum">[<a id= +"pb22" href="#pb22" name="pb22">22</a>]</span>grew strangely quiet. The +spring zephyr that had blown modestly during the day died away. There +was no longer even a dimple in the blue surface of Manila Bay. Not a +leaf was astir. It seemed to Marie that the only sound she could hear +was the the throbbing of her own heart. To her the whole world seemed +like an open sepulcher. Looking down she discovered that she was +unconsciously sitting on a flowery terrace and that all about her was +life. She pulled one of those exquisite white flowers with wide pink +veins, peculiar alone to the Philippines, and pressed it to her +lips.</p> +<p>The sun was just setting beyond Corregidor. The island’s long +shadows seemed to extend completely across the bay to her feet. As the +solar fires burned themselves out, the orange tint which they left +behind against the reddened sky reminded Marie of the night before, +when she and her lover had strolled along the shore of the bay about +three miles farther north; and as the sun slowly nodded its evening +farewell and buried <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb23" href="#pb23" +name="pb23">23</a>]</span>its face in the pillow of night, she +remembered how he, on the previous night, had called to her attention +the lingering glow of its fading beams. Before her lay the Spanish +fleet, it, too, casting shadows that first grew longer and longer and +then dimmer and dimmer until they in turn had died away in the spectral +phenomenon of night.</p> +<p>Marie’s thoughts turned toward home. What about her mother? +She walked back to her little boat, pushed it out into the bay, and, +stepping into it, sat down, took hold of the oars and started northward +near the beach. Just opposite Fort Malate, she swung westward, and, +passing outside of the break-water a mile from shore, she entered the +Pasig river and hurried homeward. When she arrived, about nine +o’clock, she found her mother on the verge of prostration; for +that very day, strange to say, Marie’s father, who was a colonel +in the Filipino infantry, had been killed at San Francisco del Monte, +six miles north-east of Manila, in a battle with Spanish troops. +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb24" href="#pb24" name= +"pb24">24</a>]</span></p> +<p>“Don’t cry, mother,” expostulated Marie, +“from now on I intend to kill every foe of ours in these +islands!” <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb25" href="#pb25" name= +"pb25">25</a>]</span></p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch2" class="div1"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 class="label">Chapter II.</h2> +<h2 class="main">First Shot of A New War</h2> +<p><span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb27" href="#pb27" name= +"pb27">27</a>]</span></p> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">Three weeks passed by. Marie had gone down town late +in April to do some shopping. While she was standing in the door of the +old postoffice on the Escolta, she heard the shrill voice of a Filipino +lad piping out: “Papers! Papers! All about the war with the +United States. Dewey’s comin’!” He had a bundle of +newspapers under his right arm and was waving one in his left hand. +Everybody rushed out of the bazaars and offices along the Escolta where +they were transacting their business, and each one who could get near +enough to the boy, eagerly bought a morning paper.</p> +<p>The lad’s papers were all gone but one. Marie Sampalit +snatched it from his hands, and dropped into one of them a small coin. +She stepped into the corridor of the post office, to escape the +annoyance of the crowd, and read the large head lines: <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb28" href="#pb28" name="pb28">28</a>]</span></p> +<div class="blockquote"> +<div class="body"> +<div class="div1"> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 class="main">“WAR BETWEEN THE UNITED STATES AND SPAIN</h2> +<hr class="tb"></div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first"><span class="sc">dewey en route to manila great naval +battle friday or saturday in manila bay</span></p> +<hr class="tb"> +<p>The Stone Wall Around the City will be Razed to the Ground. Great +Loss of Life.”</p> +</div> +</div> +</div> +</div> +<p>“Then, I’m off for Corregidor Island right away!” +exclaimed Marie. “Dewey can’t get into the Bay except by +that route. That’s where the fight will begin. Mother +doesn’t know this. I’ll tell her I am going to take some +supplies to the Spanish garrison. I will go at once!”</p> +<div class="figure xd20e526width" id="p029"><img src="images/p029.gif" +alt="Region Around Manila Bay" width="504" height="720"> +<p class="figureHead">Region Around Manila Bay</p> +</div> +<p>She set out from Manila in a small casco, or flat-bottomed native +boat, heavily laden <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb29" href="#pb29" +name="pb29">29</a>]</span>with fresh fish, pine-apples, mangoes, +bananas, tobacco and cigarettes—all intended for the Spanish +garrison on Corregidor Island. Manila is situated on the eastern shore +of Manila Bay. From there to the island it is nearly thirty miles. Her +little boat was driven forward on its journey by an easterly wind that +gently swelled the tiny sails.</p> +<p>She reached the island at five o’clock that afternoon and was +given a royal welcome by the Spanish soldiers. Marie gave them the +morning paper containing the news of Dewey’s prospective arrival. +She asked permission to take part in the fight.</p> +<p>Marie was a favorite with the Spanish garrison. Her genial +disposition, added to her almost inconceivable daring, had won for her +the friendship and admiration of all. The gunners had playfully taught +her all about loading, firing and swabbing their cannon. She had also +learned the art of good marksmanship, so that at a target practice she +was an adept.</p> +<p>Impatiently she awaited the arrival of <span class="pagenum">[<a id= +"pb30" href="#pb30" name="pb30">30</a>]</span>the American fleet. She +heard the Spaniards discuss among themselves the cowardice of the +American soldiers, and saw them wager the Dewey would not come to +Manila at all but that he would sail down around the Malay Peninsula +and hasten home by way of Good Hope to save his vessels from certain +destruction. All this sounded plausible to her and she grew restless +and enthusiastic as the dull hours dragged away.</p> +<p>Dewey was so long in coming from Hongkong and the garrison on the +island had been kept at their guns ready for action for so many hours +without rest that many of them were completely tired out by the last +day of April, and asked for relief. It was hard to give it. +Marie’s opportunity had come. Her ability as an expert rifle shot +was known alike to officers and enlisted men. She offered to serve. The +Spanish commandant could not well refuse. He needed her services; +besides, the Spaniards were just then doing all within their power to +win the temporary friendship of the natives. <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb31" href="#pb31" name= +"pb31">31</a>]</span>Consequently, he promised to assign her to duty +for the night.</p> +<p>The sunset, as viewed from Corregidor Island on the evening of April +30, was most glorious. Not a cloud was in the sky; a dead calm +prevailed, so that the sea was unusually smooth. As the sun sank to +rest behind the shimmering horizon it caused the island to cast a long +shadow over Manila bay as far as the eye could reach, but this soon +disappeared.</p> +<p>When the sun had sunk from view, Marie noticed that a comparatively +new moon was visible in the sky, and she remarked to the Sergeant of +the Guard, “It will not be very dark to-night. We can see the +Americanos a long way off.”</p> +<p>“Yes,” replied the Sergeant, “the only difficulty +with the cowards is that they will not come near enough to be seen at +all. They have had plenty of time to run from Hongkong to Manila and +back <span class="corr" id="xd20e553" title= +"Source: agin">again</span>; still they have not been seen or heard of. +I’ll bet you a peso (Spanish dollar) that they have gone home +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb32" href="#pb32" name= +"pb32">32</a>]</span>and that all of this excitement has been for +nothing. Dewey is getting old, Marie; he doesn’t want to go to a +watery grave so far from home. If he were young and ambitious, it would +be different. Old men do not care much about real fighting, especially +on the sea. It is different with old generals commanding land forces. +They can sit away back in the rear of the battle-field, receive +messages that come to them; plan certain movements based upon these +reports; and while they do have considerable responsibility, still they +are not in the actual fight. As for Dewey, nobody has ever heard of +him. He is not a recognized naval commander. Besides, the old fellow, +according to reports, is slow and easy going. If he should come to make +us an unfriendly call tonight, mark my word, Marie, there will not be a +sliver of his entire fleet left floating above the water yonder inside +of thirty minutes after the first shot is fired.”</p> +<p>He had scarcely concluded speaking when the Officer of the Guard, +Lieutenant <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb33" href="#pb33" name= +"pb33">33</a>]</span>Orlando, called out, “Sergeant of the Guard! +Fall in the First Relief!” The Sergeant threw his arm over +Marie’s shoulder in an affectionate manner, smacked a hurried +caress against her olive cheek, jumped up from the little bamboo bench +on which they were sitting, rushed up to the guard house and cried out, +“First Relief! Fall in!”</p> +<p>Marie hastened after him. As the relief was forming in line, she +seized a Mauser rifle that stood leaning against a huge rock, grabbed +up a cartridge belt well filled with Mauser ammunition that was lying +on the ground near by, hastily adjusted it to fit her waist measure, +buckled it on and fell into the rear rank.</p> +<p>“Count fours!” ordered the Sergeant. As is usual in +military affairs, the front and rear rank men count in unison; that is, +number one in the front rank and number one in the rear rank both count +“one” at the same time; second file counts +“two,” etc. When it came to Marie she piped out +simultaneously <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb34" href="#pb34" name= +"pb34">34</a>]</span>with the corporal who stood in front of her, +“quatro.” (four).</p> +<p>As the guard was marched along the stony pathways on Corregidor +Island and the various sentinels were relieved, Marie soon saw that +there was not going to be a place for her. She tip-toed up to the +corporal who was posting the relief and asked him where he was going to +station her.</p> +<p>“Never mind,” said the corporal, “we have a place +for you.” And sure enough, they had.</p> +<p>Every soldier or civilian who has ever been on this island will +readily recall the rough, hard-beaten, winding path that led from the +summit of the hill, in a south-westerly direction, down over +precipices, around clumps of bamboo, to a beautiful fresh water spring +which bubbled out of the coral rocks at a point just high enough to +prevent it from being inundated or even infiltrated during the season +of high tides.</p> +<p>A few feet from this spring and elevated but slightly above it, is a +massive, flat <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb35" href="#pb35" name= +"pb35">35</a>]</span>rock. Along the north and west sides of this rock +is a vertical stone precipice some eight feet high, which from its +upper edge inclines back gradually at an angle of about twenty degrees +above a horizontal plane, toward the crest of the island.</p> +<p>On this rock Spain firmly bolted one of her most modern +cannon—a good seven-inch gun. It was so situated on a revolving +casement that its shots could be made to sweep the whole Boca Grande +channel, as the large entrance south of the island is called. Marie had +often operated this gun. She had done splendid work with it on a +floating target two miles distant. Its deadly roar was her delight. Oh! +if she could but use it just once on an actual enemy instead of firing +it at an indicated one!</p> +<p>When the old guard had been relieved and the sentries were marched +back to the guard-house to be dismissed, poor Marie, heavy hearted, +marched along. Just as they approached the guard-house, the sergeant +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb36" href="#pb36" name= +"pb36">36</a>]</span>motioned to her to fall out and to come toward +him. This she did.</p> +<p>Into her ear he whispered the information that was to start her on +her eventful military career. “Marie,” said he, “the +officer of the Guard informs me that we cannot use you in the infantry +service tonight, but that you will be needed with the +artillery.”</p> +<p>“Good!” exclaimed Marie, “Where shall I +serve?”</p> +<p>“At the new gun on the large rock near the spring,” +answered the Sergeant.</p> +<p>“Thank heaven!” said Marie. “Dewey will surely +come, and when I put a solid shot through the ’Olympia’ +just below the water line—the battle will be half over. Oh! +I’m so anxious! May I go down there tonight and take charge of +the gun at once?”</p> +<p>The Sergeant told her to report to the headquarters of the artillery +department where she would receive instructions.</p> +<p>At last she found herself on actual duty. How her young heart +throbbed as her black eyes peered forth into the darkness. Toward +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb37" href="#pb37" name= +"pb37">37</a>]</span>midnight, small clouds began to drift oceanward. +For a few moments at a time they would obscure the quartered cheek of +the young moon. Oh! if Dewey would but come. The hopes of a life-time +were poised on that painful “if.” Before her was the dream +of glory; behind her, the dreary forgetfulness of the past. Hour after +hour whiled away. The tiny lights in the natives’ shacks along +the opposite shore began to go out and grow fewer and fewer until the +closing day had died safely away into the solemn night. As usual, +“taps” were blown at ten o’clock and things on the +island grew very quiet. Days—yes, weeks—seemed to crowd +themselves into those long hours. Would he ever come?</p> +<p>Presently she heard the sentry’s shrill cry on the brow of the +hill, “Twelve o’clock! All’s well!” The echo of +his repeated call had scarcely died away when Marie thought she saw +something dark on the water near the center of the channel, perhaps +three miles away. She whispered to a member of the <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb38" href="#pb38" name= +"pb38">38</a>]</span>artillery corps, who sat near her watching the +shadow of his pipe on the rock near the base of the cannon. They both +looked. Surely! it’s Dewey! The artilleryman sent up a rocket as +a warning. Marie took hurried aim. “Boom!” went her cannon, +and from its mouth a seven-inch shot was hurled over the +“Concord,” between its main and mizzen masts. It went a +trifle high and did no harm.</p> +<div class="figure xd20e604width" id="p039"><img src="images/p039.jpg" +alt="The Hero of Manila Bay" width="448" height="626"> +<p class="figureHead">The Hero of Manila Bay</p> +</div> +<p>“Bang!” went one of the port batteries on the +“Raleigh” and before its flash was gone a shudder shot +through every vein, every nerve and every fiber of Marie’s body. +Such a crash she had never heard before. “War is hell” to +be sure. She sniffed the smoke from her own gun, and looked around to +see what had happened. The stone precipice behind her was torn into +fragments. A man’s hand protruded from the debris. “My +God!” she murmured. Yes, there was the evidence. The man who had +sat by her side and who sent up the rocket, lay cold in death. His head +was torn off and his body <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb39" href= +"#pb39" name="pb39">39</a>]</span>was mangled among the pieces of +broken rock. The gunner on the “Raleigh” had done his work +well; and Marie’s dream of American cowardice, of their poor +marksmanship and of her ability to sink Dewey’s flag ship, were +shattered in an instant. She had fired the FIRST gun of the war, but +not the LAST! <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb41" href="#pb41" name= +"pb41">41</a>]</span></p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch3" class="div1"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 class="label">Chapter III.</h2> +<h2 class="main">Avenged Her Lover’s Death</h2> +<p><span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb43" href="#pb43" name= +"pb43">43</a>]</span></p> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">After Dewey’s fleet had passed the island and +entered the bay, proper, Marie crept up to the top of the cliff and +awaited the results. As she sat there shivering with fright, day began +to dawn. Presently she heard the Spanish batteries on Point Cavite fire +a heavy shot—then a second one; and a few minutes later she saw +flames of fire and smoke belching forth from the starboard sides of +Dewey’s entire squadron. Then the Spanish fleet, lying off of +Point Cavite, commenced a united and simultaneous action.</p> +<p>Shells rent the air; the men on both fleets cheered as they beheld +the effect on the enemy of a well-directed shot; smoke-begrimed +gunners, with the perspiration washing light-colored furrows down their +manly cheeks, stood at their guns and worked like demons as they +swabbed their cannon and crowded into them shot after shot. Hissing +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb44" href="#pb44" name= +"pb44">44</a>]</span>projectiles that missed the opposing ships and +plunged into the bay, were throwing volumes of splashing foam into the +air. Dewey’s vessels were moving in a figure eight and using +alternately the several guns on their port and on their starboard +sides, while the Spanish ships moved about promiscuously among each +other in an awkward fashion, over a small area, and fired only as an +opportunity offered.</p> +<p>“Thank God, I’m out of range of the demons,” said +Marie to a Spanish officer who had come to her side.</p> +<p>Just then, there was a lull in the battle. Dewey’s ships +ceased firing and withdrew to the middle of the bay. No apparent damage +had been sustained by the vessels of either command.</p> +<p>“The old fellow is going to quit,” said Marie to the +Spanish officer who stood erect with his field glasses carefully +trained on Dewey’s squadron.</p> +<p>“They’re coming this way, Marie,” said the +officer. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb45" href="#pb45" name= +"pb45">45</a>]</span></p> +<p>“My God! where will we go, if they come past the island and +open fire on us again?” shouted Marie. “We haven’t a +mounted gun left to shoot with.”</p> +<p>The officer remained quiet. Presently he said, “They’ve +stopped and are dividing up their ammunition. Evidently they are going +to resume the fight.”</p> +<p>He guessed it right. In thirty minutes Dewey’s vessels were +heading straight for the Spanish fleet. His first shot set on fire the +beautiful Spanish flag-ship, the “Reina Christina.” Then +her magazine blew up. She was hastily scuttled on the beach near Cavite +and deserted amid great disorder by that portion of her crew which was +able to leave. The dead and the dying were left to their fate. +Magazines in several other Spanish ships soon blew up. In a few minutes +most of them were on fire. Dewey’s gunners were doing deadly +execution. Hundreds of Spanish soldiers could be seen jumping from +their burning vessels into the ocean.</p> +<p>“Now what is he going to do?” said Marie, <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb46" href="#pb46" name="pb46">46</a>]</span>with +some excitement, as she saw one of Dewey’s ships, the +“Concord,” disengage herself from the rest of the fleet and +head straight for a large Spanish gun-boat that was lying off to +herself and whose sole business it seemed was to keep up a deadly fire +on Dewey’s flagship, the “Olympia.” The Concord +literally disembowled her.</p> +<p>“The heartless wretches!” exclaimed Marie, as she +watched another American ship, the “Petrel,” leave the line +of battle and make a rapid run right past the Spanish fleet for the +village of Cavite. “I wonder what the villains are up to +now.” In a few minutes the Petrel returned, with six small +vessels in tow as prizes. In addition, she was flying at her mast head +this signal, “Have destroyed eight vessels.”</p> +<p>Dewey’s ships moved over toward the city of Manila, took their +positions in line and remained quiet.</p> +<p>“What time is it?” asked Marie of the Spanish officer +who stood near her. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb47" href="#pb47" +name="pb47">47</a>]</span></p> +<p>“Twelve-thirty,” answered he, as he looked at his +watch.</p> +<p>Marie whiled away the afternoon watching the Spaniards on Corregidor +island burying their dead comrades. She wanted to go home, but she +feared to go past Dewey’s fleet.</p> +<p>That evening things became solemnly quiet; and the blazing sun, as +its face reddened into nightly slumber beyond the watery horizon of the +Pacific, bade farewell to a finished deed, which, in the history of +naval warfare, has never been surpassed; while the pale-faced moon, +moving slowly up her appointed path, looked calmly down with her +quartered cheek in silent benediction on the blazing hulls of the +Spanish ships as they slowly cremated their dead and dying.</p> +<p>The next day the Spanish Commandante on Corregidor discovered that +Dewey had blockaded the port of Manila, so he restrained Marie from +starting home for nearly a week.</p> +<p>Finally, she got permission to go. As <span class="pagenum">[<a id= +"pb48" href="#pb48" name="pb48">48</a>]</span>she passed Dewey’s +fleet she was surprised to find everything so peaceful and to see +dozens of native canoes hovering along the port-holes of his vessels, +selling fruit and curios to his men.</p> +<p>Marie reached home in the early evening, and found her old mother +frantic because of her absence and the excitement that had taken +place.</p> +<p>During the next few weeks while Dewey was waiting for reinforcements +from home, many strange things occurred on shore. The Filipinos +captured or killed nearly all of the smaller Spanish garrisons +distributed throughout the islands. On May 26, they secretly cut down +the Spanish guards walking their beats along the western side of the +little town of Cavite, and let in a horde of Tagalos well armed with +bolos, who crept up near a large stone cathedral, built in 1643, in +which the Spaniards, as a military necessity after their defeat by +Dewey, were making their headquarters. These Filipinos made a mad rush +through the back door of <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb49" href= +"#pb49" name="pb49">49</a>]</span>the building and captured all the +Spaniards being quartered therein. This feat also gave them possession +of another lot of Mauser and Remington rifles and a goodly store of +ammunition, for which they had been yearning.</p> +<p>Dewey had no men whom he could spare to send ashore; therefore, he +had left these surrendered Spaniards to take care of themselves. +Evidently he did not anticipate an attack upon the garrison at Cavite, +or he might have landed enough marines from his battleships to have +prevented it.</p> +<p>When Marie heard about the capture of the Spanish garrison at Cavite +by the Filipinos, she at once rowed over there to see what was going to +be done with the prisoners. This was the first time she had been at +Cavite since the day of her lover’s tragic death. She found the +Filipinos jubilant over their new fire-arms. But many of them had never +before used a gun and they were very awkward with them, so that +accidents were constantly occurring. The privileges of target +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb50" href="#pb50" name= +"pb50">50</a>]</span>practice given to Marie by the Spaniards, in times +past, now found a new reward. She organized the Filipinos into squads +for this training, arranged suitable targets for them, supervised the +loading and cleaning of their guns, and by voluntary assent became the +leader in a whole lot of nefarious mischief in the neighborhood.</p> +<p>But what about her lover’s dying request and the vow she +registered in her aching soul as she left the scene of his death? By +remaining away from the graves of our loved ones we may check memory +and enthrone reason, thus more rapidly overcoming sorrow. By constantly +resorting to places of grief we keep that grief, whatever may have been +its cause, fresh on the tablets of our memories. The fact that Marie +had not returned to Cavite, the scene of her sorrow, for about two +months, helped her to forget it and to flirt with fate among the very +troops who had caused it. Now that she had returned to Cavite, old +visions began to haunt her. Shooting at wooden targets was not +desperate <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb51" href="#pb51" name= +"pb51">51</a>]</span>enough to appease her nature; she longed for +bloodshed.</p> +<p>Between herself and a few Filipino leaders she concocted a scheme +that would be hilarious, avenge the death of him whom she had briefly +mourned, as well as the deaths of Rizal and thousands of other +Filipinos who had been shot or strangled by the Spaniards, and satisfy +the longings of her innermost nature. It was this: a pit twenty feet in +diameter and ten feet deep was to be dug on the higher ground a few +miles southwest of Cavite. Each morning twenty of the captured +Spaniards were to be marched out to this pit and made to slide down a +bamboo pole into it. The Filipino soldiers, armed with their +newly-captured rifles, were then to stand around the brink of this pit +and use these half-starved Spaniards for living targets. Marie gloated +over her new enterprise. What sport! How she enjoyed it! The +Filipino’s marksmanship was poor and many of their unfortunate +prisoners were shot over a dozen times before they were <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb52" href="#pb52" name="pb52">52</a>]</span>stilled +in death. This bloody practice was kept up until over two hundred +Spaniards had been slain.</p> +<p>About this time rumors of what was being done reached the ears of +General Anderson. He ordered it stopped, and sent food ashore, under +American escorts, for the Spanish prisoners. These prisoners, before +being led to the slaughter, were housed by the Filipinos in an +unfinished portion of the old convent at Cavite, and in some large +stone buildings without floors and with only a few windows, heavily +barricaded with iron bars, formerly used by the natives for storage +purposes for various cargoes of raw materials, preparatory to +exportation. These buildings were dark, damp and infested with a +multiplicity of insectivora.</p> +<p>The Spaniards, imprisoned therein, were fed by the Filipinos on a +very small ration of uncooked rice. This they had to pound into meal, +and eat it out of their hands. Water, although plentiful, was denied +them, except in small quantities. They had no beds, <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb53" href="#pb53" name="pb53">53</a>]</span>but +slept on the bare ground. Many of them were practically nude. They had +staid by their guns on the Spanish fleet until their ships began to +sink; then they had jumped overboard and swam ashore, taking off most +of their clothes before making the attempt. The Filipinos had little +clothing to give them and no disposition to share what they did +have.</p> +<p>These half-starved wretches, pale, lean and ghostly looking, many of +them sick with fever and other ailments, none of them with a cent of +money, were a sickening sight to the American troops whom General +Anderson sent ashore to investigate their circumstances and conditions. +Of course the healthier ones were marched out and killed first. Some of +them began to cry when the American officers, pushing the Filipino +sentries aside, poked their vigorous manly faces through the openings +of the massive doors to see who and what was on the inside; but most of +them propped themselves up on one elbow and held out the other hand for +something <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb54" href="#pb54" name= +"pb54">54</a>]</span>to eat. Others indicated by motions that they +wanted paper and pencils, so as to write letters home, telling their +loved ones in far-off Spain that they were still alive, and asking for +money.</p> +<p>As the Americans began to empty their haversacks and hand hard-tack +and Boston baked beans to them, some of the prisoners seized them by +the fingers and kissed the backs of their hands in grateful homage for +their kindness. A few of the more ignorant ones, who had heard so much +about the cruelty of the American soldiers, and who, upon sight of our +officers, believing the end was near, had sought a kneeling attitude +and begun to pray, gradually sank back into a reclining posture and +held out their hands for a morsel of food.</p> +<p>The Filipino guards sulked when they were displaced by the American +sentries, and some of them had to be forced from their posts of +fiendish duty at the point of the bayonet. They considered these +Spaniards as reprisals, constituting their own private <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb55" href="#pb55" name= +"pb55">55</a>]</span>property, with whom they could do as they pleased +without any justifiable interference on the part of anybody. Marie +Sampalit slapped an American private who had been sent to displace a +Filipino sentry whom she had just stationed at one of the prison doors. +He promptly knocked her down with the butt of his rifle. What she said +in reply he could not understand. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb57" +href="#pb57" name="pb57">57</a>]</span></p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch4" class="div1"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 class="label">Chapter IV.</h2> +<h2 class="main">The Interval</h2> +<p><span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb59" href="#pb59" name= +"pb59">59</a>]</span></p> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">After avenging her lover’s death, Marie returned +again to Manila where she remained at home until the Filipino uprising +against the American troops in the spring of 1899. During this interval +of nine months, she daily frequented the places of rendezvous of the +American troops stationed in and around Manila. She also went to the +officers’ homes in the city where their wives and children were +stopping. She did their washing, and cared for the children. Her +congeniality made her a favorite. Some of the American ladies offered +to bring her back to America with them for a house-hold servant.</p> +<p>From them she learned to speak the English language nearly as +fluently as Spanish. The American soldiers were kind and polite to her. +She made considerable money by doing washing for them. It was +noticeable that she was gradually improving the <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb60" href="#pb60" name="pb60">60</a>]</span>old +bamboo home in Manila. In a few months she had come into possession of +more money than she thought there was in the entire world. Most of it +was American gold—largely in five dollar denominations. (This is +what the United States used in paying the soldiers.) These she took to +the Spanish bank in Manila and exchanged them for Mexican silver, +which, until the United States began to issue special coins for the +Philippine islands, was the standard medium of exchange in the +archipelago.</p> +<p>Marie began to dress better. Her penia cloth gave way to Chinese +silks; her wooden hair combs to expensive ones inlaid with gold, bought +at the Spanish bazar down town. Many little comforts were bought for +her home. Still the washings kept growing larger. She and her mother +could be seen back of their shack, in the shade, pounding American +soldiers’ white uniforms on large boulders from early morning +till night.</p> +<p>Aguinaldo, who had previously sold out his country and gone to +Singapore, after <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb61" href="#pb61" name= +"pb61">61</a>]</span>commissioning Dimiguez, upon hearing that war was +about to begin between the United States and Spain, made his way +northward to Hongkong. After the battle of Manila Bay, Dewey despatched +the revenue cutter, “McCulloch,” to Hongkong to cable home +the news of his splendid victory. On her return to Manila, she +permitted Aguinaldo to come along.</p> +<div class="figure xd20e721width" id="p061"><img src="images/p061.jpg" +alt="Aguinaldo" width="175" height="470"> +<p class="figureHead">Aguinaldo</p> +</div> +<p>After a brief conversation with Admiral Dewey on board the +“Olympia,” he went ashore at Cavite, his boyhood home, +began to organize the Filipinos into a powerful army, captured 1500 +Spanish soldiers who were holding out-lying posts, and hemmed in the +city of Manila.</p> +<p>On August 13, following, Dewey and General Merritt, by a union of +their forces, captured the city of Manila which offered but slight +resistance. Aguinaldo’s native troops rushed forward with the +Americans in the charge that was made by the land forces and they +insisted on looting the city. General Merritt refused this and ordered +them to <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb62" href="#pb62" name= +"pb62">62</a>]</span>withdraw beyond the city limits. This they did +after considerable wrangling. Then the Americans established out-posts +on every road and pathway leading to and from the city, completely +around the town; and they were given instructions by the commanding +officer not to allow any Filipino troops to enter the city.</p> +<p>Aguinaldo discarded his uniform one evening, completely disguised +himself as a Filipino fruit-vender, and made his way into Manila. +Naturally, he slipped around to the home of his old friends, the +Sampalits. He sat in a semi-darkened room, with all the hinged-windows +to the shack tightly closed and stroked Marie’s soft black hair +with his left hand. As he engaged her and her mother in conversation in +subdued tones, he little thought that in so short a time Marie would be +associated with him in a series of bloody tragedies that would +revolutionize the government of the islands forever.</p> +<p>“Marie,” said he, “I’m going to force the +Americans to acknowledge the independence <span class="pagenum">[<a id= +"pb63" href="#pb63" name="pb63">63</a>]</span>of the Philippine +islands, or I shall not permit the rest of their army to land. Dewey +tells me he has sent home for reinforcements. There is no use for us to +let these troops land, if America instead of Spain is going to govern +the islands. What we want is absolute independence with myself as +president of the new Filipino Republic. If the Americans won’t +concede this to us, let’s fight!”</p> +<p>“That’s what I say!” declared Marie. +“Let’s drive the foreign devils off the islands or slay +them all. Here’s father dead and—Dimiguez, +too”—<span class="corr" id="xd20e740" title= +"Source: Maries">Marie’s</span> voice trembled—“I +tell you it’s too much. Let’s kill every one of +them!”</p> +<p>“Yes; but say Marie, we must keep quiet about all this,” +cautioned Aguinaldo. “I’ll tell you what I have in mind. +We’ll wait about four weeks and by that time if Dewey +hasn’t received definite instructions from Washington, and if he +won’t give me any satisfaction, I’m going to go to Malolos, +proclaim myself Dictator of the Philippines, appoint a cabinet and a +congress from among some of the <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb64" +href="#pb64" name="pb64">64</a>]</span>bright young Filipinos here in +Manila who have been educated abroad, draw up a Revolutionary form of +government, and begin to administer the affairs of these islands just +as I please.</p> +<p>“We’ll keep our present army in the field, and if the +Americans do land we’ll shut them up in Manila, so that they will +have nothing at their command but the city to regulate. This +won’t amount to much as compared with the rest of the islands +which I will dominate.”</p> +<p>“Are you sure the Americans won’t land a powerful army, +cut through your lines around Manila and drive you out of Malolos, or +capture you and your officials at that place? It seems to me I would go +farther inland—say to San Isidro,” said Marie.</p> +<p>Aguinaldo thought a moment, then replied: “That’s true, +in a sense, Marie; but I have got to be on or near the railroad where I +can have easy and rapid access to Manila. Malolos is not far from here +and it is situated on the railroad. It has some very large <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb65" href="#pb65" name= +"pb65">65</a>]</span>buildings in which our legislative sessions could +be held. I think it the place for the undertaking.</p> +<p>“To be on the safe side, I believe I will have our troops +erect a series of fortifications between here and there along the +railroad track, so that if the Americans do attempt to advance by that +route I can easily stop them.”</p> +<p>“I think that would be a good scheme,” said Marie. +“Malolos is about twelve miles from Manila Bay; besides, the bay +is shallow in the north end, so that heavy boats could not go up there. +This will make it impossible for Dewey to shell the place with his +fleet. We’ve got to watch out for that—no matter what we +do. My! but those American ships can shoot! Did you hear about me +shooting at ’em with that cannon on Corregidor island when they +entered the bay? I mighty near got one of their vessels.”</p> +<p>“No,” said Aguinaldo, “I have not heard very much +about the firing off Corregidor, <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb66" +href="#pb66" name="pb66">66</a>]</span>but as I came from Hongkong the +other day on the “McCulloch” I noticed that the Spanish +fortifications on the island had all been dismantled.”</p> +<p>“Why! they killed a man right at my feet, the very first +shot,” said Marie; “and then one of their boats drew nearer +and fired several times more and they killed every Spaniard in the +relief guard which was near by,—seven of them in all.”</p> +<p>“And I was terribly worried about Marie,” interrupted +her mother who had listened to the conversation with deepest interest. +“She had been gone for a week, and I hadn’t heard a word +from her.”</p> +<p>“Oh! well, I don’t pity the Spaniards any for what the +Americans did to them,” interjected Aguinaldo, with some +emphasis.</p> +<p>“Be careful,” said old lady Sampalit, putting her finger +on her lips, “don’t speak too loud.”</p> +<p>Aguinaldo continued in a lower voice: “They killed your +husband. They shot Rizal. They strangled Dimigeuz. They tortured to +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb67" href="#pb67" name= +"pb67">67</a>]</span>death several hundred of our young fellows in the +dungeons. They have left ridges of dead wherever their armies have +moved among us. I tell you they deserved all they got.”</p> +<p>Mrs. Sampalit and Marie had grown heavy hearted. Aguinaldo looked at +his watch. It was after ten P. M.</p> +<p>“I wonder,” said Aguinaldo, hesitatingly, “how I +shall be able to get back to our lines tonight.”</p> +<p>“Don’t go!” said Marie, in an emphatic whisper, +“stay over night!”</p> +<p>“Yes, do!” entreated the old lady, “I’m +nervous.”</p> +<p>“It might be best; it would surely be the safest thing to +do,” said Aguinaldo, in a meditating manner.</p> +<p>“We sleep on bamboo beds,” said Marie. “There +stands mine. You may use it tonight, and I will sleep on the floor. I +don’t mind. Mother and I frequently lie down on the floor near +the window, when the nights are sultry.” <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb68" href="#pb68" name="pb68">68</a>]</span></p> +<p>The next morning Aguinaldo arose very early, made his way to the +edge of the city and stealthily stole out threw the Americans’ +lines, never again to return to Manila until General Funston brought +him back, two years later, a captive.</p> +<p>He made his way to Malolos, a few weeks after this conversation, +declared himself “Dictator of the Philippines,” appointed a +Filipino congress, set up a government of his own and began to run the +general affairs in the interior of Luzon. <span class="pagenum">[<a id= +"pb69" href="#pb69" name="pb69">69</a>]</span></p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch5" class="div1"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 class="label">Chapter V.</h2> +<h2 class="main">Filipino Uprising</h2> +<p><span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb71" href="#pb71" name= +"pb71">71</a>]</span></p> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">The close of the eventful year of 1898 was near at +hand. General Otis had been made governor-general of the islands. He +had received about 15,000 troops from home. These had all been landed +and were quartered in the city of Manila.</p> +<p>Preparations had begun by the American troops for a great day of +field sports to be held on the Luneta—a beautiful narrow park +paralleling Manila bay and extending southward from the walled-city +about four miles—on New Year’s day, 1899.</p> +<p>On the afternoon of January I, as planned, the exercises were begun. +The afternoon program consisted of foot races, running high jumps, +wheelbarrow race, fat man’s race, running broad jump, high +kicking, fancy club swinging, tumbling, shot-put, sack race, tugs of +war, five boxing contests, base ball, foot ball, and pole vaulting. +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb72" href="#pb72" name= +"pb72">72</a>]</span></p> +<p>Situated on the Luneta, about a mile south of the walled city, and +distant from Manila bay about 100 feet, is a large bandstand. This +served as headquarters for the exercises. The day was +perfect—clear, cool and calm.</p> +<p>About 2:00 P.M. over 40,000 natives, soldiers (including jack-tars +from Dewey’s fleet, Spaniards and Americans) and foreign +residents had assembled around this bandstand to hear the Address of +Welcome and to witness the sports. When the speaker arose to deliver +the address, for which he was afterward voted, and presented with, a +medal by the Eight Army Corps, he said in part (verbatim report):</p> +<p>“On behalf of these committeemen who have spared no efforts to +make these Field Day Exercises a success, and this occasion one long to +be remembered by those who have assembled here this afternoon, I bid +you, one and all—officers, soldiers, sailors and civilians of +every nationality—a hearty welcome.” <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb73" href="#pb73" name="pb73">73</a>]</span></p> +<p>“Again to you, the members of Admiral Dewey’s fleet, I +feel obligated to extend a separate and special welcome; for without +your chivalrous devotion to duty last May Day, yon shell-riven wrecks +(part of unraised Spanish fleet visible above the bay) would not +bespeak the down-fall of a sister nation, and we ourselves would not +have been permitted to assemble here this afternoon. There is no braver +man on land or sea than the American marine; and on behalf of the +entire American army of occupation, I bid you a most cordial +welcome.”</p> +<p>Touching upon the question of territorial expansion, the speaker +said:</p> +<p>“This was a war for humanity, not for conquest. But simply +because it suddenly closed and left us in possession of large tracts of +new territory, is no reason why these spoils of war should be given up. +I hold this to be true Americanism: that wherever the old flag is +established through sacrifice of American blood, whether it be on the +barren sands of the desert, at the frigid extremes of the <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb74" href="#pb74" name="pb74">74</a>]</span>earth, +or on the rich and fertile islands of the sea, there is should remain +triumphant, shedding forth beams of liberty to the oppressed, shouts of +defiance to the oppressor, and furnish protection and enlightenment to +all who come beneath its streaming folds forever!” +(applause).</p> +<p>A chubby Filipino maiden, standing near the speaker’s stand, +and who had listened intently to every word of the address, because she +now understood the English tongue, quietly elbowed her way through the +dense crowd which was gradually becoming more compressed, until she +reached a car drawn by two Chinese ponies on the old street car line +running south from Manila to Fort Malate and back. Taking the car she +rode up town to the Escolta. Going into the postoffice, she hastily +wrote and mailed to Aguinaldo at Malolos a letter containing an account +of what was said. It follows: <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb75" href= +"#pb75" name="pb75">75</a>]</span></p> +<div class="blockquote"> +<div class="body"> +<div class="div1"> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">“Manila, P. I., Jan. 1, 1899.</p> +<p>My Dear General:</p> +<p>Those wretched Americans are holding some kind of exercises on the +Luneta this afternoon. I heard one of the speeches. It was awful bad. +The fellow talked loud. He swung his hands in the air and the crowd +seemed to get terribly excited over what he was saying.</p> +<p>He told about that treaty of peace, and he said no power under the +sun would haul down the American flag from over Manila.</p> +<p>It made me angry. I am going right out to the Filipino trenches to +see my Uncle (Colonel Miguel). He’ll fix those fellows. +I’ll bet he’ll haul down their flag before tomorrow +morning.</p> +<p>Goodby,</p> +<p>Marie.”</p> +</div> +</div> +</div> +</div> +<p>The evening program on the Luneta, which followed the afternoon +exercises, was largely literary in its nature. It consisted of +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb76" href="#pb76" name= +"pb76">76</a>]</span>music by the California band, singing by the +famous Washington Male Quartet, fancy dancing, selected recitations, +and stump speeches. In addition, Privates Green and Martin boxed four +rounds, much to the satisfaction of the natives.</p> +<p>The program had just been completed when the Master of Ceremonies +received from the American general in charge a note telling him to +announce the conclusion of the program at once and to order all +soldiers to report immediately at their respective regimental +headquarters;—trouble had been reported at the out-posts. +Reinforcements were hastened to several of the out-post reserves, and +it appeared that the expected insurrection was at hand.</p> +<p>After the out-break by the Filipinos on New Year’s night, it +was evident to both sides that it was only a question of a short time +when blood would be spilled in abundance. The Filipinos occupied all of +the block-houses—some seventeen in number—around the city +of Manila. This forced the <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb77" href= +"#pb77" name="pb77">77</a>]</span>Americans to stand in the open and do +guard duty exposed.</p> +<p>The Filipino troops were saucy. They couldn’t understand why +men should be armed with rifles and not be permitted to shoot. They +tormented the American soldiers daily with hideous pranks. They grew +bolder, and pushed their out-posts forward until they stood within a +few feet of the American sentries.</p> +<p>Marie went out and back through the American lines at will. She +secretly kept the Filipino army thoroughly posted on the arrival of new +troops from America. Occasionally she would take the train and go up to +Malolos to see Aguinaldo. She was the best posted person in the +Philippines as to what was going on in each of the hostile armies. +Nobody suspected her. She was respected by the American troops. +Everybody came to know her.</p> +<p>Just before dusk, on the evening of February 4th, 1899, Marie and +her mother left the city of Manila, in a cariole, drawn by a +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb78" href="#pb78" name= +"pb78">78</a>]</span>Chinese pony which they had recently purchased. +They had in it all of their most precious household trinkets. As they +passed Colonel John M. Stotsenberg, commanding the 1st Nebraska +volunteers, stationed on McLeod’s hill at the eastern edge of +Manila, he recognized them, and called to Marie, “Where are you +going?”</p> +<p>“Out on a little trip,” retorted Marie.</p> +<p>“How soon will you be back?” asked he.</p> +<p>“O, I can’t tell,” responded Marie. “Mother +is getting so nervous that we thought best to go away for +awhile.”</p> +<p>“Say, Marie,” said the colonel, “do you know who +the Filipino officer is in command of all those thousands of troops +that are now assembling in the ravines between the hills along the far +side of the river valley, yonder?”</p> +<p>“No, I do not,” she declared with an emphatic swing of +her head.</p> +<p>But she was lying. It was Colonel Miguel, her own uncle. She knew +about it. He had secretly <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb79" href= +"#pb79" name="pb79">79</a>]</span>informed her that he was preparing to +attack the city and burn it and that he was going to exterminate the +American army of occupation and all foreign residents that fell into +the hands of his mighty army. He told her that he had chosen the east +side of the city as his main point of attack, so that Dewey could not +reach his troops with the shells from his gun boats in case he tried to +assist the American army, without elevating his guns and shooting +completely over the city—a thing wholly impractical within +itself, as Dewey could not determine whether his shells would be +falling among the Filipino or the American troops. It was he who +advised her to take her mother and flee to the hills for refuge.</p> +<p>Colonel Stotsenberg then asked Marie if she knew anything about the +proposed attack on the city by her people. This, she denied also. The +colonel’s face flushed. Pulling back the flap of his tent, he +said emphatically: “Do you see that gun, Marie? Tell those +fellows over there when you pass their <span class="pagenum">[<a id= +"pb80" href="#pb80" name="pb80">80</a>]</span>lines that I said they +could have trouble whenever they want it.”</p> +<p>Marie drove on.</p> +<p>Inside the colonel’s tent stood a large gun from the Utah +battery, mounted, loaded, ready for action; its threatening nose was +pointed directly at the line of little brown men assembled across the +valley. The Filipinos were smarting for trouble. They wanted it badly. +Wherever and whenever possible they improved every opportunity to bring +it about. The trouble came. Colonel Stotsenberg that night used the +cannon he had pointed out to Marie. A long pile of mangled forms lying +at the base of the river hills on the opposite of the valley next +morning told the results. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb81" href= +"#pb81" name="pb81">81</a>]</span></p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch6" class="div1"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 class="label">Chapter VI.</h2> +<h2 class="main">As A Spy</h2> +<p><span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb83" href="#pb83" name= +"pb83">83</a>]</span></p> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">Marie was well equipped by instinct and experience for +a spy. The tragic nature of such work was exceptionally inviting to +her. When a chance came to undertake it, she lost no time in embracing +the opportunity.</p> +<p>After passing out through the American lines, she drove on down the +slope of the hill and crossed the San Juan River on the old stone +bridge where the fighting was begun that night by young Grayson of the +Nebraska regiment. After reaching the Filipinos’ lines she at +once reported to her uncle, Colonel Miguel, and had an extended +interview with him.</p> +<div class="figure xd20e899width" id="p082"><img src="images/p082.jpg" +alt="Marie, Her Mother and Two Filipino Scouts" width="396" height= +"250"> +<p class="figureHead">Marie, Her Mother and Two Filipino Scouts</p> +</div> +<p>Secret plans were agreed upon whereby she was to become the +colonel’s chief scout. Two Filipino soldiers were sent to +accompany her old mother to the little town of Angono on the eastern +bank of Lake Laguna de Bay, near its northern end. A native family, +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb84" href="#pb84" name= +"pb84">84</a>]</span>quite familiar with the Sampalits and related to +them, lived in this village. Marie stayed with the troops in the field. +Her young brain danced at the thought of more bloodshed. She must be in +the fight.</p> +<p>Just what part Marie took in the attack made upon the Americans by +the Filipinos on the night of February 4th, and in the fighting on +February 5th, the world will never know. The two main figures in these +operations were Colonel Miguel, in command of the main portion of the +Filipino forces, and Colonel Stotsenberg, who commanded the 1st +Nebraska volunteers. Before the close of the war these men were both +shot; consequently, there is no one left to tell the story, and history +is silent on the point.</p> +<p>After the fight of February 4 and 5, the entire line of block-houses +and intrenchments circumscribing Manila, were in the hands of the +Americans. From the Pasig river on the east, around the city to the bay +on the north, this line was commanded by Major-General MacArthur; the +corresponding <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb85" href="#pb85" name= +"pb85">85</a>]</span>semi-circle on the south, by Major-General +Anderson.</p> +<p>During the next seven weeks, fresh troops were constantly arriving. +Each side was preparing for the long, inevitable conflict.</p> +<p>At day break, on March 25, General MacArthur, leaving Hall’s +brigade in the trenches and placing those of Otis and Hale on the +firing line, which was over seven miles in length, made a brilliant +charge along the entire front on the Filipinos’ breastworks about +a mile and a half distant and constructed parallel to those of the +Americans’.</p> +<p>Before night he had cut the Filipino army into hopeless fragments; +had advanced his own army over nine miles; had inflicted a terrible +loss upon Aguinaldo’s troops; had demonstrated to them the +difference between a determined American advance and an irresolute +Spanish one; and had taken up in earnest the invasion of Luzon, the +capture of the Filipinos’ temporary capital, Malolos, the +overthrow of their provisional government, <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb86" href="#pb86" name="pb86">86</a>]</span>and the +establishment of American sovereignty throughout the entire +archipelago.</p> +<p>That night, about eleven o’clock, a nervous Filipino woman +came walking down along the American out-post reserves which, during +actual war, are usually only from 100 to 200 feet in the rear of the +sentries. She reached Company “G’s” reserve of the +1st South Dakota Volunteers, where she was ordered to halt. She +refused, but acted as though she did not understand. Drawing a large +bamboo bonnet down over her face to conceal her identity, she mumbled +something apparently to herself, and walked rapidly on. In a moment she +was seized; her bonnet was torn off; her identity revealed: it was +Marie.</p> +<p>She had been counting the American out-posts and the reserves to see +if the defeated Filipinos, with the reinforcements which they had +received, would be warranted in making a night attack.</p> +<p>She boldly denied her identification; fought, scratched, +scrambled—making it necessary <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb87" +href="#pb87" name="pb87">87</a>]</span>to employ two privates, a +corporal and a sergeant to send her to the rear.</p> +<p>When she was taken before Major William F. Allison, commanding the +3rd battalion of the South Dakotas, who was acting as field-officer +that night, he ordered her restrained until morning. A tired private +was detailed to guard her. He gave her a rubber poncho, and insisted +that she wrap herself up in it and lie down to sleep. Although she drew +the poncho about her to keep herself warm (it grew very chilly before +morning) she refused to sleep, and made repeated efforts to escape. Her +teeth chattered and she seemed distressed—evidently through fear +of what the morning might bring to her.</p> +<p>The next day she was set free, after taking a solemn oath to return +to Manila and not take any further part in the insurrection. She +pleaded earnestly for her liberty, and voluntarily promised that after +her return to Manila she would do washing free of charge for the +American soldiers who were sick in quarters. <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb88" href="#pb88" name="pb88">88</a>]</span></p> +<p>After being liberated, Marie walked eastward, following an irregular +sled-road; that is, a road-way used by the Filipinos for sledding their +rice to market. This is done by means of a bamboo sled drawn over the +dry ground by a caribou. She followed this road for over two miles +until she came to the San Mateo river.</p> +<p>Although given a few hardtack by her captors at the time of her +release, she was getting hungry. As she approached the stream she +noticed an old Filipino standing near his bamboo cabin which was neatly +tucked away oh the slope of a deep ravine near by. Turning from her +pathway which had now grown somewhat indistinct she approached the old +gentleman.</p> +<p>When quite close to him she said, “Buenos dias,” (Good +morning in Spanish.)</p> +<p>“<span class="corr" id="xd20e943" title= +"Source: Magundi eropo">Magandang umaga</span>,” (Good morning, +in Tagalo), muttered the old man.</p> +<p>After a brief conversation during which Marie told him that she had +been captured by the Americans, had been terribly misused <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb89" href="#pb89" name="pb89">89</a>]</span>and he +had a miraculous escape, he invited her into his cabin where his aged +wife gave her something to eat. This breakfast consisted of boiled +rice, some fish which the old man had just brought from his set lines +in the San Mateo river, and some bacon which he had found along the +trail made by the American’s pack train the day before.</p> +<p>While the old couple were outside of their home—he breaking up +some bamboo with which to re-kindle the fire, and she, cleaning the +fish—Marie ransacked the house. She stole a large diamond ring +which the old man had taken from the finger of a Spanish officer during +the previous insurrection. She opened an old mahogany chest and took +from it a rosary valued at several hundred dollars; also a gold lined +cup which the old man, himself, had stolen from a Spanish priest, and +some Spanish coins.</p> +<p>After a hearty lunch, she started on.</p> +<p>Crossing the river at the rapids, on the boulders which projected +above the water, she quickened her steps and hurried along. +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb90" href="#pb90" name= +"pb90">90</a>]</span>Changing her course to the southward, she started +for the northern end of Lake <span class="corr" id="xd20e959" title= +"Source: Leguna">Laguna</span> de Bay to see her mother.</p> +<p>She had not gone far through a small clump of timber when she came +upon the corpse of a Filipino soldier who had been shot in the previous +day’s engagement,—perhaps by a stray ball. Hastily stealing +the cross which hung from a small cord about his neck, and a valueless +ring from one of his fingers, she seized his Mauser rifle and his +cartridge belt which was partly filled with ammunition, and then +resumed her journey.</p> +<p>A short distance ahead was a large opening—an old rice field +well cleared. She had scarcely begun to cross it when she heard a +noise. She turned and saw the bow-legged old man whom she had robbed, +with a machete in his hand, coming after her as fast as he could. He +had discovered that the rosary was missing, and upon looking around, +that several other things were gone; therefore he at once started in +pursuit of the fiend who had just enjoyed his hospitality. <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb91" href="#pb91" name="pb91">91</a>]</span>Marie +was not disturbed. Raising to her shoulder the rifle which she had just +found, she took deliberate aim and at the first shot laid him low in +death.</p> +<p>She reached the small native village of Angono, where her mother was +stopping, about four o’clock in the afternoon of March 26th.</p> +<p>The old lady was wonderfully elated to receive the new jewels which +Marie had stolen. She put on the rosary and danced about in the native +hut like a young child on Christmas morning, when it sees the gorged +stocking fastened to its bed. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb93" href= +"#pb93" name="pb93">93</a>]</span></p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch7" class="div1"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 class="label">Chapter VII.</h2> +<h2 class="main">Off For Baler</h2> +<p><span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb95" href="#pb95" name= +"pb95">95</a>]</span></p> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">That night Marie had a good rest. The next morning, +fired with ambition and discontent, she lit her accustomed cigarette +and started for Manila. Instead of going overland, she went in a row +boat via the Pasig river which drains the lake into Manila bay and +which flows through the city of Manila situated at its mouth.</p> +<p>While stealthily prowling around through Manila during the next few +days, Marie accidentally discovered that plans were being carried out +by the Americans to relieve the remnant of the old Spanish garrison of +fifty men stationed at the little town of Baler, near the eastern coast +of Luzon. This garrison was of course surrendered to the American +forces with the remainder of the Spanish army on August 13, 1898, but +as all lines of communication with them had been destroyed by the +Filipinos they had never <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb96" href= +"#pb96" name="pb96">96</a>]</span>been officially notified of the +capitulation. Scouting parties brought in the information that they +were being besieged by a horde of blood-thirsty Filipinos which +outnumbered them ten to one, and that it was only a question of time +before all would be exterminated.</p> +<p>Accordingly, Admiral Dewey and General Otis decided that something +must be done at once to relieve them. A rescuing party was formed and +placed aboard the “Yorktown,” which carried them around the +southern point of Luzon and then northward to the mouth of the Baler +river.</p> +<p>Marie, nerved by the thought of a new exploit, forgot her oath not +to take up arms against the Americans again during the insurrection, +and hastily departed overland for Baler to notify the besieging +Filipinos of what was to take place, and to help them as best she could +to resist the advance of the rescuing party.</p> +<p>Although Baler is situated on the Baler river, near the eastern +coast of Luzon, and <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb97" href="#pb97" +name="pb97">97</a>]</span>Manila is on the west side of the island +Baler is, nevertheless, almost directly north of Manila. This is caused +by the deep indention of Manila bay, on the extreme eastern side of +which Manila is situated, and by the abrupt inclination to the westward +of the eastern coast line of Luzon directly above a point straight east +of Manila.</p> +<p>In starting on her journey Marie left Manila by a little Filipino +foot-path which enters the city in the northeastern part near the San +Sebastian church. She followed it to Block-house No. 4, which is +situated about three miles north and a trifle east of Manila. At that +point she took a road which veered off perceptibly to the east for a +short distance and which was made by the Americans’ commissary +train on the morning that the advance was begun toward Malolos, March +25, preceding.</p> +<p>She had gone but a quarter of a mile when her attention was +attracted to a board used as the head-stone for a grave only a few feet +distant from her pathway. She <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb98" href= +"#pb98" name="pb98">98</a>]</span>walked over to in and found these +words inscribed thereon:</p> +<div class="blockquote"> +<div class="body"> +<div class="div1"> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first xd20e144">“R. I. P. D. O. M.</p> +<p class="xd20e144">Wat Erbuf Falo</p> +<p class="xd20e144">Born — (?) Died, February 12, 1899.</p> +<div class="lgouter"> +<p class="line">To those who bring flowers to this lonely grave,</p> +<p class="line xd20e191">Some facts on its headstone we wish to +engrave;</p> +<p class="line">If this mound could speak no doubt it would tell</p> +<p class="line xd20e191">Bill Sherman was right when he said, +’War is Hell.’</p> +<p class="line">He charged on two pickets whose names are below;</p> +<p class="line xd20e191">They took him for niggers,—poor wronged +buffalo.</p> +<p class="line">As to the way he met death, everybody knows how;</p> +<p class="line xd20e191">As to whom he belonged we don’t +caribou.</p> +</div> +<p class="first">Signed: Barney and Barkley, Co. “M,” 1st. +Col. Vols.”</p> +</div> +</div> +</div> +</div> +<p>It was now April 2nd, and Marie had <span class="pagenum">[<a id= +"pb99" href="#pb99" name="pb99">99</a>]</span>ahead of her about ninety +miles overland to be made on foot or else on horse-back; and it was +necessary for her to hurry along, as the rescuing party was scheduled +to reach the mouth of Baler river April 10th, or 12th.</p> +<p>Her course led past the little shack on the bank of the San Mateo +river, where she had robbed the elderly couple who had been so kind to +her and near where she later had shot the old man when he was pursuing +her to regain possession of his stolen property.</p> +<p>She found it deserted; but in a little bamboo corral nearby she +found three Chinese ponies. Evidently they had made their escape from +the scene of battle and had drifted into this yard for refuge. There +was a small stack of rice straw just outside the corral. From this +Marie soon made a stoutly-twisted rope which she hastily arranged in +the form of a bridle. Placing it over the head of the largest pony she +mounted him and rode off.</p> +<p>She got ten miles beyond this last stopping <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb100" href="#pb100" name= +"pb100">100</a>]</span>place before sunset. That night she stopped at a +small inland village. As she lay down to sleep on the bamboo floor in +the hut of a Tagalo family whose acquaintance she had readily formed, +recollections of the place which she had passed during the afternoon +where she had previously robbed the old couple immediately after she +was released upon oath by the Americans, suggested to her the thought +that she was violating her oath; that she was now out in a country +where she might be betrayed at any moment by her own people, or else be +captured by a squad of American infantry or cavalry; therefore, she +decided that on the following day she would destroy her identity.</p> +<div class="figure xd20e1043width" id="p100"><img src="images/p100.jpg" +alt="Filipinos at Breakfast" width="430" height="506"> +<p class="figureHead">Filipinos at Breakfast</p> +<p class="first">(Courtesy of McClure’s Magazine.)</p> +</div> +<p>Upon retiring the previous night Marie coiled up for a pillow her +head of long black hair. “I hate to give it up,” thought +she, “but what will the Americans do to me if they capture me +another time? Oh! well, after the war is over it will soon grow out +again.”</p> +<p>The next morning, after a scanty breakfast <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb101" href="#pb101" name="pb101">101</a>]</span>of +bananas and rice, and a pineapple which Marie salted heavily before she +ate it, she went to a native barber and had her long hair cut close to +the scalp, except for a little tuft on top which she had him brush up +for a pompadour.</p> +<p>Before cutting off her hair the barber tied a piece of hemp very +tightly around it, just back of her neck. After he had detached it, he +held it in front of Marie and asked her what she wished done with it. +She took it in her own hands.</p> +<p>The barber kept on trimming her shortened hair. Marie stopped +talking and seemed to be in deep meditation.</p> +<p>Presently the barber said. “That’s all.”</p> +<p>Marie arose from the rough mahogany slab on which she had been +sitting, handed him a puesta (twenty cents, Mexican), looked out of the +window and said, “I’ll tell you what I’ll do: +I’ll trade you my hair for that quilas (two-wheeled cart) +standing there.”</p> +<p>“All right”; said the barber, “My pony is dead, +and the war has so devasted the <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb102" +href="#pb102" name="pb102">102</a>]</span>country, and money has become +so scarce, that I can’t afford to buy another one.”</p> +<p>“The harness hanging on it goes with the cart,” said +Marie.</p> +<p>“Oh no!” exclaimed the barber, “my wife borrowed +that, and I must return it.”</p> +<p>“It doesn’t make any difference to whom it +belongs,” said Marie, emphatically, “you traded me the +cart, and everything that was in it goes with the trade. How do you +suppose I could hitch my pony into the cart without a +harness?”</p> +<p>Just then she pulled a bolo out from under her apron. The barber +said no more.</p> +<p>Marie hitched her pony into the cart and started on toward +Baler.</p> +<p>That day she followed a good road leading toward the mountains near +the eastern coast of Luzon. By night her pony had made twenty +miles.</p> +<p>She had already reached the foot-hills. It was impossible for her to +make head-way any longer with the cart. She would soon be across the +mountains and be in the <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb103" href= +"#pb103" name="pb103">103</a>]</span>region to be approached by the +American relief party. What was to be done?</p> +<p>A happy thought came to Marie. She clasped her hands and muttered to +herself, “I’ll trade the cart for a suit of men’s +clothes and trade the harness for a sombrero,” (bamboo hat.)</p> +<p>Since the middle of the afternoon she had been driving parallel to a +stream that wound its way, nearby, from the mountains across the plains +to the sea. Villages along the banks were numerous. At night fall she +was still in Tagalo territory. It was her own tribe. She soon found a +place to stay over night. Her pony was turned loose in a vacant yard, +with an old bamboo fence around it, and given some young rice.</p> +<p>That evening while smoking cigarettes, and while inflaming the minds +of the villagers with startling stories about the atrocities, of the +American soldiers, Marie finally succeeded in making the trade which +she had planned during the afternoon.</p> +<p>Next morning, April 5, she rode on. Before <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb104" href="#pb104" name="pb104">104</a>]</span>her +lay sixty miles of unknown territory to be covered during the next four +days, if she were to reach Baler in time to warn the besieging +Filipinos of the contemplated attack by the Americans.</p> +<p>A half mile out from the village, Marie came to an abrupt turn in +the road. Near by was a dense cluster of banana trees. She dismounted, +and while her pony was nibbling young rice she went into the thicket +and changed her attire. Then she tied a good-sized stone up in her old +clothes and threw them into the river. As she stood on the bank +watching them sink, she saw her shadow in the water. How changed she +looked! The sombrero was such a relief in keeping the hot sun off her +head.</p> +<p>“Now, I’ll not be recognized,” thought she. +“How nice it is to be dressed like a man. From now on I mean to +play a man’s part and be a full-fledged soldier.” +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb105" href="#pb105" name= +"pb105">105</a>]</span></p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch8" class="div1"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 class="label">Chapter VIII.</h2> +<h2 class="main">The Gilmore Incident</h2> +<p><span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb107" href="#pb107" name= +"pb107">107</a>]</span></p> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">Marie reached her destination late in the evening of +April 9th, and she at once notified the officers commanding the +Filipinos who were besieging Baler, what to expect. Knowing that with +so small a force, if the Americans undertook to relieve the Spanish +garrison, it would necessarily have to be done by way of the Baler +river—as the town of Baler where the Spanish garrison was located +is some two miles up the river from where it empties into the Pacific +ocean, and the American troops were too greatly outnumbered by the +Filipinos to make a land expedition safe,—she suggested to them +the advisability of fortifying the river at specific intervals along +either bank and of taking the precaution to cover the fortifications +with freshly-cut brush so that the Americans could not locate them for +the purpose of bombarding them in case they saw fit to load +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb108" href="#pb108" name= +"pb108">108</a>]</span>some of the smaller cannon on cascoes and make +their way up the river for an attack in that way.</p> +<p>The Filipinos took her suggestions, and the entrenchments and places +for the sentries were quickly, yet very wisely, arranged. It was during +the dry season and the river was very low at the time. This made it +possible to dig ditches on the sand bars which extended far out into +the stream; and by throwing into the river the loose sand taken +therefrom, to conceal these entrenchments by strewing over them some +fresh-cut limbs and old under brush which had the appearance of having +drifted to their lodgment.</p> +<p>The Yorktown arrived off the mouth of the Baler river, April 11, as +scheduled. Ensign Stanley went ashore, under a flag of truce, where, to +his surprise, he was cordially received by the Filipino officers; but +their exceptionally good behavior and the twinkle of their eyes told +only too plainly to the ensign that something was wrong. He therefore +returned to the Yorktown without having <span class="pagenum">[<a id= +"pb109" href="#pb109" name="pb109">109</a>]</span>accomplished anything +in particular.</p> +<p>The next morning, at four o’clock, Lieutenant Gilmore and +sixteen brave associates left the Yorktown in a row boat, and entered +the mouth of the river. Ensign Stanley and Quartermaster Lysac were put +ashore to reconnoiter. In a few minutes daylight broke forth and those +left in the boat were discovered by the Filipino sentry who was walking +his beat along the shore. He gave the alarm. Lieutenant Gilmore and his +party could easily have pulled out to sea and gotten away, but humanity +forbade it. What would become of the two scouts who went ashore? Their +comrades in the boat could not desert them, so they rowed up the river +into the very jaws of impending danger.</p> +<p>Presently out of a concealed trench hundreds of armed Filipinos +opened a deadly fire on Gilmore and his comrades, at only fifty yards +distance. The water at this point was shallow. The boat got stuck in +the mud. There was nothing to do but to fight. In a moment Morrisy fell +dead, having been <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb110" href="#pb110" +name="pb110">110</a>]</span>shot through the head; Dillon followed; +then McDonald, then Nygard;—Marie was doing deadly work with her +Mauser rifle.</p> +<p>The Americans returned the fire as best they could; but what was the +use. They could see nothing to fire at, so perfectly had the Filipinos +screened their trenches; besides, the Filipinos were using smokeless +powder.</p> +<p>Four of Gilmore’s men were already dead, two were mortally +wounded and begging their comrades to shoot them before they fell into +the hands of the Filipinos, and two more were slightly wounded. Most of +the oars had been badly shattered by the enemy’s rifle balls. In +this moment of desperation, Ellsworth, Woodbury and Edwards jumped +overboard and tried to push the boat out to mid-stream. It was no use; +the tide was coming in and the current was so strong that they could +not compete against it.</p> +<p>Lieutenant Gilmore was firing his revolver. He decided to change and +use one of <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb111" href="#pb111" name= +"pb111">111</a>]</span>the dead men’s rifles. As he picked it up +he noticed the lock had been struck by a Remington ball and the clip +had been jammed in. He handed it to an apprentice lad, named Venville, +to be fixed.</p> +<p>The boy had scarcely begun to examine the gun, when a bullet struck +him in the fleshy part of the neck. He had never been under fire +before. Looking up calmly, he said, “Mr. Gilmore, I’m +hit.”</p> +<p>In a moment another bullet struck him in the chest and came out of +his arm pit. With his attention <span class="corr" id="xd20e1135" +title="Source: rivited">riveted</span> on his task, he remarked, +“I’m hit again, Mr. Gilmore.”</p> +<p>Only a moment later another ball grazed the side of his head and cut +a painful wound in his scalp. “Mr. Gilmore, they’ve hit me +again,” he muttered, while he kept on working at the gun, with +blood running down all over him.</p> +<p>In a few minutes a fourth ball passed through the lad’s ankle, +one of the most painful parts of the body in which to get shot. This +time, with a slight tremble in his voice, <span class="pagenum">[<a id= +"pb112" href="#pb112" name="pb112">112</a>]</span>he said, “Mr. +Gilmore, I’m hit once more; but I’ve fixed your gun, +Sir.”</p> +<p>Just at this moment the Filipinos saw that the Americans’ fire +had practically ceased. Throwing back from off their trench the limbs +and underbrush that had concealed them, the Filipinos, armed with guns, +spears, bolos and clubs, made a bold dash for the boat and captured the +entire crew.</p> +<div class="figure xd20e1147width" id="p113"><img src="images/p113.jpg" +alt="End of the Boat Battle" width="442" height="608"> +<p class="figureHead">End of the Boat Battle</p> +<p class="first">(Courtesy of McClure’s Magazine.)</p> +</div> +<p><span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb113" href="#pb113" name= +"pb113">113</a>]</span></p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch9" class="div1"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 class="label">Chapter IX.</h2> +<h2 class="main">The American Prisoners</h2> +<p><span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb115" href="#pb115" name= +"pb115">115</a>]</span></p> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">Those of the Americans who were alive and able to help +themselves were ordered to go ashore on the sand bar, where the +Filipinos robbed them of their personal effects and then lined them up +preparatory to shooting them all down in a body. Gilmore, being an +officer, protested against having his hands tied. He claimed, according +to the accepted rules of warfare, that on account of his rank he had a +right to die honorably with his hands free. The Filipinos have great +superstitions about “rank” in military affairs. Marie knew +the significance of Gilmore’s request; she respected it.</p> +<p>The Filipinos had loaded their rifles, cocked them, raised the same +to their shoulders, had taken aim, and Marie was about to give the +fatal command, “Fire!”, when a shout from the bank stopped +her and for a moment engaged the attention of both the <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb116" href="#pb116" name= +"pb116">116</a>]</span>Americans and the Filipinos. It came from a +Filipino officer, running down to the shore. He ordered them to stop. +One second longer would have been too late.</p> +<p>This Tagalo officer ordered the Americans to get back into their +boat and to row across to the opposite shore. After bailing the water +out of the boat and plugging up the holes in it made by the +enemy’s rifle balls, they obeyed his command.</p> +<p>When they went ashore, Lieutenant Gilmore asked permission to bury +his dead comrades. This privilege was emphatically denied. What was +done with their bodies by the Filipinos is hard to tell, but in all +probability, as was customary with the natives, they cut them into +fragments and threw them away.</p> +<p>The ones who were mortally wounded, but who were still alive, were +placed under a tree by Gilmore and his comrades, and left to die. The +Lieutenant asked that a native doctor be summoned to give them aid, but +it <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb117" href="#pb117" name= +"pb117">117</a>]</span>was not done. What their fate was Eternity alone +will reveal.</p> +<p>Gilmore and his comrades picked up the lesser wounded and carried +them, and together the whole procession was marched inland about a mile +to the Filipino Commandante’s headquarters.</p> +<p>Here they were questioned at length. Gilmore asked permission to +write a note to the commander of the Yorktown telling him of their +fate. Permission was granted, but the note was never delivered. The two +scouts who went ashore, returned to the Yorktown in the afternoon and +reported that they had heard heavy firing up the river.</p> +<p>After waiting several days for news of some kind for them, and +finally concluding that they were either captured or killed, the crew +of the Yorktown, heavy-hearted over their failure and their sacrifice, +steamed back to Manila.</p> +<p>During the afternoon of the same day that the battle took place, the +American prisoners <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb118" href="#pb118" +name="pb118">118</a>]</span>were ordered to march to an old bamboo +church in the northern outskirts of the little town of Baler, a mile +and a half farther on. By this time the wounded men were suffering +terribly. Little Venville’s ankle had swollen badly. From his +four wounds he had bled so much that he had grown faint. Therefore, he +and several of the others had to be carried.</p> +<p>En route to their new destination, the Americans passed in sight of +the old stone church being used as a fortress by the Spanish garrison +whom they had originally set out to relieve. The Americans had gone to +the Philippines to fight the Spaniards. They were now sacrificing their +lives to save them.</p> +<p>At the bamboo church, an old Filipino with a kindly face and a +manner that elevated him above his fellow tribesmen, came in to see +them. He examined the wounded and then disappeared. Presently he +returned with some large leaves that resembled rhubarb, under his arm. +Out of the big stems of these native herbs he squeezed a milky +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb119" href="#pb119" name= +"pb119">119</a>]</span>secretion which he permitted to drop into the +gaping wounds of the Americans. The torture of the wounded occasioned +by this liquid was damnable. The men grew deathly pale. They rolled and +screamed and begged to be shot. But it did not last long. In ten +minutes the torture had ceased, the men became quiet, the swelling +around their wounds was gradually reduced, and their temperatures soon +lowered. The herb doctor evidently knew his business.</p> +<p>The next day the Filipinos received orders from Aguinaldo, who, with +his appointed congress, was now at San Isidro, to march the captured +Americans to his headquarters. Accordingly, the trip was undertaken. +But the apprentice lad, Venville, was unable to go along. Obeying the +stubborn orders of the rapacious Filipinos his comrades left him lying +on the floor of the old rickety bamboo +church,—wounded—uncared +for—suffering—hungry—thirsty—dying. A year +later the assistance of the entire naval organization in the +Philippines was given to <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb120" href= +"#pb120" name="pb120">120</a>]</span>the task of trying to ascertain +from the Filipinos in the neighborhood of Baler some information +concerning the lad’s whereabouts or his burial place, but no +trace of him, dead or alive, could ever be found.</p> +<div class="lgouter"> +<p class="line">An aged mother, ill and bowed,</p> +<p class="line xd20e191">Keeps asking, “Where’s my +boy?”</p> +<p class="line">But zephyrs from the Orient</p> +<p class="line xd20e191">Refuse to bring the joy.</p> +</div> +<p class="first">Amid great privations the marching column crossed the +mountains and the fertile plains on the opposite side, to the city of +San Isidro. It was heralded in advance that the Americans were coming +through the country. Obeying their greatest national +instinct—curiosity—the natives assembled by thousands in +the villages along the road. Every one of them kept crowding forward to +get to touch the Americans to see what their skins felt like. Others +were looking for the long feathers in their hair, which they had heard +so much about. It was all the Filipino guards could do to restrain +their own people. The latter, like monkeys, jabbered incessantly. +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb121" href="#pb121" name= +"pb121">121</a>]</span>Gilmore’s men hurled back at them defiant +epithets. They realized that involuntarily they had become the chief +actors in a new moving circus.</p> +<p>Again, when they reached San Isidro, a great throng of curious +natives had come to town to see them. These fellows were very hostile +to the Americans. It was all the native guard could do to keep the +Filipinos from doing violence to them. Gilmore was again questioned at +length and then he was separated from his comrades and all were hurried +off to jail.</p> +<p>In a few days it was rumored that the American army was approaching +the city. Aguinaldo and his associates hurriedly prepared to leave. +Orders were given to march the prisoners overland north and then +westward across another range of high mountains to Arancay, on the +western coast of Luzon,—a distance of 100 miles.</p> +<p>This time the crowd of prisoners was greatly increased. At San +Isidro there were added 600 Spaniards; a small tribe of mountain +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb122" href="#pb122" name= +"pb122">122</a>]</span>Negritos whom Aguinaldo had originally sent to +fight the Americans, but who, being armed only with spears and bolos, +soon got tired of seeing their number decrease so rapidly before +American riflemen, and refused to fight, and who were later imprisoned +and terribly misused by Aguinaldo’s selected guards; and eighteen +Americans in addition to Gilmore’s party (total twenty-six +Americans), who had been captured in as many different ways around +Manila by the crafty, cunning Filipinos. Among them was Frank Stone, of +the U. S. Signal Corps, captured by some “amigos” (friendly +natives) on the railroad track near Manila, while out strolling one +Sunday afternoon; Private Curran, of the 16th U.S. Infantry who was +grabbed within fifty feet of his own outpost, gagged and dragged into +captivity; also a civilian who had gone to the Philippines to sell +liquor.</p> +<p>This fellow was captured by the Filipinos in the outskirts of Manila +while he was searching for a small boatload of stolen <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb123" href="#pb123" name= +"pb123">123</a>]</span>beer. He was the life of the expedition. He took +his captivity as a joke, told stories to keep the prisoners good +natured, and painted on ever boulder that he passed the seemingly +sacrilegious words, “Drink Blank’s beer on the road to +H——.” It was, however, this harmless practice that +later on enabled the American relief party to follow the +prisoners’ trail.</p> +<p>After reaching the western shore of Luzon, the party was marched +northward along the beach, another 100 miles, to the city of Vigan. +Here they were imprisoned for three months longer. The sudden presence +of an American war-ship in the harbor, off Vigan, caused the natives to +abandon that city and start inland with their prisoners for some +mountain fastness. The Americans were separated from the rest of the +prisoners whom they never saw again.</p> +<p>High up in the mountains of northern Luzon, two of the American boys +were taken sick with fever and fell down, exhausted. The Filipino +lieutenant who had charge of the <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb124" +href="#pb124" name="pb124">124</a>]</span>prisoners, ordered them to go +on; they could not. He threatened to shoot them. Gilmore interceded for +them without avail. The Americans refused to leave their Anglo-Saxon +comrades and prepared to fight. At this moment the Filipino officer +himself was suddenly taken ill, and by the time he was able to advance, +the sick Americans were able to go along.</p> +<p>A few days later they struggled over the crest of the divide and +came upon the headwaters of a beautiful mountain torrent dancing down +the rocky ledges in its onward course to the sea. At a widened place in +the canon, the Filipinos withdrew from the Americans, and with guns in +hand took their positions on the rocks round-about and above them.</p> +<p>“Prepare to die,” said Gilmore to his companions; +“they are going to shoot us.” Calling the Filipino +lieutenant to his side Gilmore asked him why he did not shoot them on +the opposite side of the mountains, <span class="pagenum">[<a id= +"pb125" href="#pb125" name="pb125">125</a>]</span>and not have made +them make all of that hard climb for nothing.</p> +<p>The native officer said in reply: “My orders were to shoot all +of you when I got you up in the mountains, where, in all probability, +your bodies would be destroyed by wild animals and no trace of them +ever be found by your countrymen; but a few nights ago when you showed +me that crucifix tattooed on your chest while you were a midshipman in +America, I decided not to carry out my order, but to let you all go +free. I may be punished for disobedience of orders; but we are both +bound together by the great Catholic church, and my conscience forbids +that I should kill you.”</p> +<p>Gilmore replied: “You might as well shoot us as to set us free +away up here in the mountains in our weakened condition with nothing to +defend ourselves with against the savages whose territory we will have +to cross in order to get to the sea. Can’t you spare us at least +two rifles and some ammunition? If you will do this, I will give +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb126" href="#pb126" name= +"pb126">126</a>]</span>you a letter which, should you fall into the +hands of the Americans, will make you safe and bring you ample +reward.”</p> +<p>The Filipino looked meditatingly at the ground for several moments, +then he calmly said, “I shall not dare to do it. An American +relief party, seeking your liberation, is close on our heels. They will +protect and care for you. Goodby!”</p> +<p>Gilmore did not believe him.</p> +<p>Under cover of the night the Filipinos disappeared. In the morning, +after nine long, tedious months of captivity resulting from Marie +Sampalit’s depredations,—sick, nearly starved, practically +nude, with nothing but two battle axes and a bolo for both weapons of +defense and for tools—the Americans at last found themselves free +men in the wilds of northern Luzon, with positive death left behind, +and with possible life and all of its happy associations still before +them.</p> +<div class="figure xd20e1246width" id="p126"><img src="images/p126.jpg" +alt="The Rescue" width="439" height="533"> +<p class="figureHead">The Rescue</p> +<p class="first">(Courtesy of McClure’s Magazine.)</p> +</div> +<p>Their first day of liberty was spent in preparing bamboo rafts on +which to float down the tortuous, winding river to the sea. +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb127" href="#pb127" name= +"pb127">127</a>]</span>The next night they all slept well; and on the +following morning, just after they had gotten up and begun to saunter +around, everybody present was suddenly shocked by the shrill yell of a +strong American voice. They all looked up, and while their hearts for a +moment seemingly stopped beating and fairly rose in their throats, the +liberated prisoners beheld the blue shirts and khaki trousers of +Colonel Hare’s rescue party that for several weeks had been on +their trail.</p> +<p>What rejoicing! The bony, ill-clad prisoners fell on the strong +bosoms of their rescuers and wept.</p> +<p>Colonel Hare’s father, Judge Hare, of Washington, D.C., knew +Gilmore personally. He had seen the military reports of his captivity +among the natives. When his son bade him goodby as he started for the +Philippines, Judge Hare said, “My boy, God bless you; find +Gilmore and bring him home!” Colonel Hare had remained true to +his trust.</p> +<p>The party could not retrace their steps over the mountains, owing to +the weakened <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb128" href="#pb128" name= +"pb128">128</a>]</span>condition of the prisoners and the lack of food. +Their only chance for self-preservation and a possible return to +civilization lay in carrying out Gilmore’s designs to build +bamboo rafts and float down the river to the sea. This was done. In +going over rapids and water-falls, many rafts were destroyed and new +ones had to be built.</p> +<p>Two of the boys got the measles. The raft on which one of them, +Private Day, was being transported, got smashed on the rocks and he was +thrown into the water. He took cold and died the next day. His comrades +took his body with them and did not bury it until they finally reached +the little town of Ambulug, at the mouth of the stream they had been +following, on the northern coast of Luzon. There, amid a simple but +impressive ceremony, it was buried in the church-yard of the cathedral +to await the resurrection morn.</p> +<p>At Ambulug the Americans secured ox-carts drawn by caribous and +drove along the beach to the city of Aparri, at the mouth of +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb129" href="#pb129" name= +"pb129">129</a>]</span>the Cagayan river. Here they were met by a +detachment of American Marines who took them aboard a war-ship, lying +out to sea, which carried them around the northwest promontory of Luzon +to the city of Vigan on the western coast, at which place they had been +imprisoned for so long.</p> +<p>Here they met General Young who shook hands with each of them; +congratulated the rescued and complimented the rescuers.</p> +<div class="figure xd20e1274width" id="p129"><img src="images/p129.jpg" +alt="Floating Down the Rapids." width="433" height="623"> +<p class="figureHead">Floating Down the Rapids.</p> +<p class="first">(Courtesy of McClure’s Magazine.)</p> +</div> +<p><span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb131" href="#pb131" name= +"pb131">131</a>]</span></p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch10" class="div1"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 class="label">Chapter X.</h2> +<h2 class="main">Death of General Lawton.</h2> +<p><span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb133" href="#pb133" name= +"pb133">133</a>]</span></p> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">After the battle of Baler, Marie and a few native +soldiers hastened westward in advance of the prisoners, to San Isidro +to notify Aguinaldo who had moved his headquarters to that place, that +the Americans were advancing northward in great numbers and that +nothing could impede their progress. This information had previously +been conveyed to the Filipino general from other sources, so that Marie +found him in his so-called congress packed up and ready to +move,—a thing they were forced to do a few days after the +American prisoners arrived. She accompanied them for several long, +tedious months, acting as cook for the expedition and serving in other +capacities—none of them seeming to her to be ample reward for all +she had done.</p> +<p>Early in the coming fall, Marie, tired of Aguinaldo’s game of +hide-and-go-seek, and <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb134" href= +"#pb134" name="pb134">134</a>]</span>anxious to find out about her +mother and to get into more fighting, if there be a chance, made her +way back to Manila.</p> +<p>But her conscience bothered her. She remembered that broken oath and +many other acts of wanton treachery that would shock the civilized +world. She feared that her own life would soon be sought either by the +Americans or by the Filipinos. Accordingly she suggested to her mother +that they again go to her aunt’s in the little town of Angono at +the north end of Lake Laguna de Bay, where she had left her mother +stationed when last they had parted. Her mother, growing old and +nervous through accumulated years, past grievances, hard work and the +strain of the present conflict, favored the plan; and so they departed +on December 2nd, taking the same road over McLeod’s Hill and on +down over the Santa Mesa bridge that they had traveled on February +4th.</p> +<p>Before leaving Manila she learned through the private Filipino Junta +which was secretly assisting in the war by accumulating <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb135" href="#pb135" name= +"pb135">135</a>]</span>funds for its prosecution and by distributing +among the native troops the inflammatory literature which was being +promiscuously sent out by the people in the United States who opposed +the war, that a secret reward of $10,000. had been offered for the +death of General Lawton.</p> +<p>About the middle of December, 1899, the General had returned to +Manila from another telling campaign northward, when he learned that +the Filipinos were assembling in large numbers under one of their +fearless leaders, General Geronemo, on the San Mateo river, but a few +miles out of Manila, for the purpose of making one more attempt to +break through the American lines guarding that city.</p> +<p>On December 17, Marie heard that another attack was to be made on +Manila, so she left her mother at Angono and made her way to the +Filipinos’ camp along the San Mateo river, only a few miles south +of where she had crossed it at the rapids the morning <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb136" href="#pb136" name= +"pb136">136</a>]</span>after she had been liberated under oath by Major +Allison.</p> +<p>The next day, she was in secret consultation with Geronemo, and she +disclosed to him all the information she had concerning the defenses of +Manila.</p> +<p>That evening, Filipino scouts, dressed in female attire, brought to +General Geronemo the news that the Americans, under General Lawton, who +was supposed to be away up in the northern part of Luzon, had +anticipated his movements and were assembling in the woods on the +opposite side of the valley in large numbers, possibly for a night +attack.</p> +<p>Marie told Geronemo what she had learned while in Manila concerning +the reward that had been secretly offered for the killing of General +Lawton. He knew all about it and confirmed the offer. She told him all +about her training as a marksman with the Spanish on Corregidor island +and of her subsequent experience, and said she knew General Lawton +well; that she could <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb137" href="#pb137" +name="pb137">137</a>]</span>single him out, and in case he led his +troops, as he usually did in battle, she was sure she could capture the +prize.</p> +<p>A place of unusual safety and concealment was selected along the +Filipinos’ lines, directly in front of the center of the probable +point of attack by the Americans, for Marie, and for a Filipino +lieutenant and a corporal, both of whom were also good shots.</p> +<p>Geronemo had instructed them that Marie was to have the first three +shots at the general, in case he appeared on the scene of battle. If +she failed to hit him, the lieutenant was then to try it. After he had +taken three shots, if he, too, failed, the corporal was to be given a +chance.</p> +<p>The next morning, December 19, the American line of battle came out +of the woods on the opposite side of the valley, ready to charge on the +Filipinos’ position. The morning was bright and clear, so that +General Lawton, with his tall figure, resplendent uniform and large +white helmet, <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb138" href="#pb138" name= +"pb138">138</a>]</span>could easily be discerned by the entire Filipino +command.</p> +<p>“I’ll fix him,” whispered Marie, “just wait +till the firing begins, so that I can shoot without attracting +attention to our position.”</p> +<p>In a moment, the Filipinos opened fire on the Americans all along +the line. The latter sought cover. General Lawton remained erect. He +made an ideal target. Marie took careful aim. “Bang!” went +her rifle, and at that very moment this peerless leader of men, this +hero of several wars, was shot through the heart and fell dead in the +arms of his aide. His only words were, “I’m +shot.”</p> +<p>“See that! What did I tell you?” snapped out Marie, +“I told you I’d get him! Now for my dinero.” +(money).</p> +<p>The Americans were so angered because of the sudden death of their +beloved commander that they made a mad rush forward, without orders, +and swept the Filipino army from the field.</p> +<div class="figure xd20e1331width" id="p139"><img src="images/p139.jpg" +alt="General Lawton and Staff" width="422" height="282"> +<p class="figureHead">General Lawton and Staff</p> +<p class="first">(Photo taken only five minutes before his death.)</p> +</div> +<p>Marie returned to Manila where she <span class="pagenum">[<a id= +"pb139" href="#pb139" name="pb139">139</a>]</span>claimed the reward +for having shot the general. The lieutenant who was with her claimed +that he did it, and by promising half of the bounty to the corporal for +swearing to the lie, he proved it. Meager reports of the affair state +that only $7000 of the money was actually paid over. Like Aguinaldo who +crept into a cave northwest of Manila and sold out his country during +the insurrection of 1896, and then could not collect his fee, so Marie, +too, found herself deprived of the compensation for her bloody deed. +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb141" href="#pb141" name= +"pb141">141</a>]</span></p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch11" class="div1"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 class="label">Chapter XI.</h2> +<h2 class="main">North-bound</h2> +<p><span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb143" href="#pb143" name= +"pb143">143</a>]</span></p> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">The controversy over the distribution of the fund in +Manila for the death in any form of General Lawton permitted the unholy +scheme to simmer its way into publicity. The United States authorities +employed secret detectives to investigate the matter and if possible to +locate the persons who claimed to be responsible for the act. Marie +soon found herself under surveillance and she quickly left the +city.</p> +<p>Making her way north on horse back along the same route she had +taken when on her way to Baler about a year before, she came to the +city of San Miguel where one of the hardest battles of the war had been +fought. The troops engaged in this fight had become so disorganized +that all formation by regiments, companies, etc., had been broken up. +Unfortunately, one of the Americans’ dead privates could not be +identified. He was buried <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb144" href= +"#pb144" name="pb144">144</a>]</span>where he fell, and a board +tombstone was placed at the head of his grave, on which was carved this +lonely word,</p> +<p class="xd20e144">“UNKNOWN”.</p> +<p>As Marie passed over the old field, she saw this grave and read the +solemn word on its headstone. “Alas!” she muttered, +“I wonder if the same sad fate will some day overtake +me.”</p> +<p>The body of this “unknown” soldier was exhumed by the +government a few months later and brought back to the United States for +burial. Upon its arrival the following pathetic poem appeared in +“Leslie’s Weekly”;</p> +<div class="lgouter"> +<h4>JUST AN “UNKNOWN”</h4> +<div class="lg"> +<p class="line">After the fight was over,</p> +<p class="line xd20e191">They found him stark and dead,</p> +<p class="line">Where all the bamboo thicket</p> +<p class="line xd20e191">Was splashed and stained and red.</p> +<p class="line">No name was missed at roll call,</p> +<p class="line xd20e191">Not one among them knew</p> +<p class="line">The slender, boyish figure</p> +<p class="line xd20e191">Arrayed in army blue.</p> +</div> +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb145" href="#pb145" name= +"pb145">145</a>]</span> +<div class="lg"> +<p class="line">Among our fallen soldiers</p> +<p class="line xd20e191">They brought him o’er the deep,</p> +<p class="line">And with the nation’s heroes</p> +<p class="line xd20e191">They laid him down to sleep.</p> +<p class="line">A starry flag above him,</p> +<p class="line xd20e191">And on the simple stone</p> +<p class="line">That marked his final bivouac,</p> +<p class="line xd20e191">The single word, “Unknown.”</p> +</div> +<div class="lg"> +<p class="line">Perchance a mother watches,</p> +<p class="line xd20e191">Her eyes with weeping dim,</p> +<p class="line">Or sweetheart waits the postman</p> +<p class="line xd20e191">In vain for news of him.</p> +<p class="line">While snow of winter freezes,</p> +<p class="line xd20e191">And April violets thrust</p> +<p class="line">Sweet blossoms through the grasses</p> +<p class="line xd20e191">Above his nameless dust.</p> +</div> +<div class="lg"> +<p class="line">But when the last great trumpet</p> +<p class="line xd20e191">Shall sound the reveille,</p> +<p class="line">And all the blue battalions</p> +<p class="line xd20e191">March up from land and sea,</p> +<p class="line">He shall awake to glory—</p> +<p class="line xd20e191">Who sleeps unknown to fame,</p> +<p class="line">And with Columbia’s bravest</p> +<p class="line xd20e191">Will answer to his name.</p> +</div> +</div> +<p><span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb146" href="#pb146" name= +"pb146">146</a>]</span></p> +<p>Her personal safety demanded that she continue her journey +northward, without delay; also her inclination to rejoin Aguinaldo and +his troops—although his exact whereabouts were +unknown—invited her in this direction.</p> +<p>At San Isidro, from which place Aguinaldo had been driven, she saw +some American soldiers administering the water cure to some Filipinos +in order to make them reveal the whereabouts of their wily general. +Marie was angry. She yearned to shoot, but she was no longer on the +aggressive; she was now a fugitive from justice. At this place she +inspected the old Filipino prison and on its walls found the names of +Gilmore and his party, whom she had helped to capture at Baler, who had +been imprisoned there, and who were still alive when Aguinaldo was +driven from the city of San Isidro by the approach of the Americans. +She determined to take her revenge on them for this water cure +punishment, if she ever found them. But the opportunity never came. +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb147" href="#pb147" name= +"pb147">147</a>]</span>So journeying on toward the northern part of +Luzon she had many experiences, and she came in contact with tribes +whom she had never seen before and whose dialect was foreign to her. +Many things combined to retard her progress. Often she grew very weary +and would have turned back, except for fear.</p> +<p>Following up the valley of the Pampanga river and thence on +northward along the Barat, she passed through the province of Nueva +Ecija, crossed the Caraballo mountains which form its northern +boundary, and then entered the province of Nueva Vizcaya, where she +came upon the head-waters of the Rio Magat river.</p> +<p>In crossing the Caraballo mountains she made her way through a deep +gorge at night. It was now about the middle of February. A full moon +shone at its best. The weather was ideal. Journeying was abnormally +pleasant. Under favorable conditions, during times of peace, the trip +she was taking would have been a delightful outing. Just <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb148" href="#pb148" name="pb148">148</a>]</span>now +things were different. Small garrisons of American soldiers had crowded +forward and were occupying the largest cities along her route. As yet +she had not gotten beyond them. “A guilty conscience needs no +accuser”; everywhere that she went she imagined herself to be +under suspicion.</p> +<p>Far up in the Caraballos she came across a little mountain torrent +which leaped down over the mountain side from one rocky ledge to +another at quite regular intervals in a series of waterfalls until it +beat itself into a turbulent spray in the bed of the chasm below. The +laughing moon filtered its beaming rays through the thin sheet of +shimmering water as it danced down its course from precipice to +precipice, and seemingly converted it into a great silvery stair-way +connecting earth with heaven. Marie’s heart throbbed with +emotion. The dashing of the falling water on the rocks below in the bed +of the canon made a hollow sound as its echoes reverberated through the +gorge above.</p> +<p>A half mile farther up, the valley widened <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb149" href="#pb149" name= +"pb149">149</a>]</span>somewhat; and finding here some grass for her +pony to forage on, she stopped for the night. The flimsy saddle was +removed from her horse and converted into a crude pillow, in true +cowboy style. Marie was uneasy. This was the first night in all her +adventures that she had been absolutely alone, separated from both +friends and foes, with no house to shelter her weary head, with the +cloudless canopy of the silent heavens arched above her, the silvery +moonbeams dancing in her face, and with no voice, save the echoes of +her own, to answer back the whispers of night.</p> +<p>It is often only in such a silent nook as this, with no one present +but God and self, that humanity asserts itself and the tenderest +portions of the human soul become paramount and give rise to sacred +thoughts. Even the savage cannot escape it, for he, too, feels his +responsibility to something outside of self. No doubt the +self-conscious criminal would be the most susceptible to it.</p> +<p>What a night for Marie! Solitude gave <span class="pagenum">[<a id= +"pb150" href="#pb150" name="pb150">150</a>]</span>rise to fear; fear, +to conscious criminality; a sense of wrong-doing, to grief. Would +morning never come? Every time she fell into a doze her sleep was +disturbed by dreams of the past. Recollections of her dying benefactor +in the woods by the San Mateo river, of Gilmore’s comrades +bleeding by his side, and of Lawton in the arms of his aide, filled her +soul with remorse and suggested to her with an unspeakable vividness +that in all probability she would pay the penalty on both sides of the +grave. Awakening from one awful dream, she would, after listening to +the stillness of the night for a time, lapse into another. Again she +would suddenly awake and begin to fumble her rosary and repeat +selections from a Catholic prayer book. Would she dare to turn back? +Behind her was certain death; before her, the possibility of life. She +resolved to go on.</p> +<p>The night whiled away. Her pony ate his fill and lay down to rest. +Beaded dew drops collected themselves in close proximity upon the +grasses and foliage about her feet. <span class="pagenum">[<a id= +"pb151" href="#pb151" name="pb151">151</a>]</span>The cool mountain air +from without and fear from within caused her to shiver a great deal. +Day finally came; Marie rode on.</p> +<p>Following the Magat river she finally reached the city of Bayombong +with a population of 20,000 people. Here she learned from the natives +that Aguinaldo and a loyal remnant of his appointed congress had passed +through the city ahead of her, en route northward.</p> +<p>At Bayombong she was advised to follow down the Magat river for +twenty miles, then to bear to the northeast along the pathway made by +Aguinaldo and his followers in their recent retreat. This she did, +crossing another range of mountains near Fort Del Pilar, which had been +erected by the Filipinos to circumvent as well as to prevent the +progress of the Americans, should they attempt to follow them. On the +farther side of this slope she came upon the headwaters of the Rio +Grande de Cagayan river, which she followed on to the north for several +weeks, enjoying the hospitality of the natives <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb152" href="#pb152" name= +"pb152">152</a>]</span>along the course, until at last she came upon +the beautiful city of Ilagan at the confluence of the Cagayan and +Pinacanalan rivers.</p> +<p>It was now late in April. Marie was tired and needed rest. At Ilagan +she was cordially received by the curious natives who were eager to +learn some news concerning the war which was being conducted several +hundred miles further south. Marie grew cheerful. There were no +Americans in the city, and nobody knew of any within the valley. She +felt that at last she had successfully eluded her supposed pursuers and +that she was safe. Ilagan is the capital of Isabella province. It has a +population of approximately 60,000 people. Marie’s natural +ability, information gathered in the school of experience, knowledge of +the details of the war, and her willingness to talk (quite a number at +Ilagan could speak Spanish) made of her a sort of responsive idol for +the entire populace. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb153" href="#pb153" +name="pb153">153</a>]</span></p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch12" class="div1"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 class="label">Chapter XII.</h2> +<h2 class="main">Crossing the Sierra Madres.</h2> +<p><span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb155" href="#pb155" name= +"pb155">155</a>]</span></p> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">She remained at Ilagan until the middle of June, when +it began to be rumored that the Americans were preparing to invade the +Cagayan valley, not only soldiers from the south but with the +“mosquito fleet” coming up the river from its mouth at the +extreme northern end of the island of Luzon. Nobody in the city seemed +to know just where Aguinaldo had gone. Part of his advance guard had +arrived in the city some three months before, but he had not come, and +his soldiers had soon departed for the southeast, following the valley +of the Pinacanalan river.</p> +<p>Tired of her surroundings and impatient to join Aguinaldo, Marie +departed by the same route that his soldiers had taken. From an old +native living all alone in a bamboo shack on the bank of the Rio +Masagan river, which empties into the Pinacanalan about eighteen miles +southeast of Ilagan, she <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb156" href= +"#pb156" name="pb156">156</a>]</span>learned that Aguinaldo and his +troops had started up the valley of the Masagan. This stream rises high +up near the summit of the Sierra Madre mountains which parallel the +eastern coast of northern Luzon for nearly five hundred miles, and are +inland from the coast from ten to thirty miles.</p> +<p>Marie had with her three trusted natives from Ilagan. She did not +want to spend another night alone in the mountains. After proceeding up +the Masagan for thirty-five miles to a place where its valley narrows +itself to a gorge, its bed was so strewn with huge boulders that it +became impossible to travel any longer on horseback; therefore, one of +the natives was sent back with the horses, and Marie and the two others +continued the ascent on foot, taking with them such equipment and +provisions as they could conveniently carry.</p> +<p>After many hardships they succeeded in crossing the range in safety +and soon found themselves descending the other side. A Filipino +scouting party was met at the evening <span class="pagenum">[<a id= +"pb157" href="#pb157" name="pb157">157</a>]</span>of the first +day’s tramp down the Pacific slope. They were well supplied with +food—thing Marie and her companions greatly needed. From them it +was learned that Aguinaldo and his body guard and quite a complement of +Filipino soldiers were secreted at the little town of Palanan on a +small stream by the same name, about ten miles back from the coast and +lying directly east of them on the journey which they were pursuing. +This party escorted them to Filipino headquarters, which they reached +July 10, 1900.</p> +<p>Marie was cordially welcomed by Aguinaldo, who restored her to a +position on his staff and secured from her the identical information +which he desired relative to the movement of the American troops, and +the very information, strange to say, which led to his own discovery +and capture by General Funston of the American forces in March of the +following year.</p> +<p>Aguinaldo learned from Marie that from the Filipinos’ +standpoint, the war around <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb158" href= +"#pb158" name="pb158">158</a>]</span>Manila had been a dismal failure. +He decided, therefore, to send one of his trusted generals south by +practically the same route over which Marie had come, with information +to the Filipino troops east and south of Manila to move all their +available forces north with the quickest possible despatch and to place +them under his immediate command so that he might not only render +himself immune from capture, but take the initiative and oppose the +American campaign in the valley of the Cagayan river.</p> +<p>In December, 1900, about three months before his capture by General +Funston, Aguinaldo, having learned that the Americans were making their +way in great numbers into the valley of the Cagayan, asked Marie to +take up duty as a spy again; to recross the Sierra Madre mountains; +visit the American lines; ascertain their number of soldiers on duty in +the valley on the opposite side of the mountains and then to bring this +information to him, so that when reinforcements <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb159" href="#pb159" name= +"pb159">159</a>]</span>should arrive he would know better how to +undertake the campaign.</p> +<p>To this, Marie willingly assented, but she insisted that she could +not make the trip alone over the rugged Sierra Madre mountains; that +she had nearly famished crossing them the first time. Aguinaldo +therefor fitted out a little expedition consisting of eight Filipinos, +in addition to Marie, and a pack-train of fourteen ponies to accompany +her over the divide. Nine of the animals were for riding purposes; the +other five were to pack the supplies,—three of them for the +outward trip, two for the incoming. In addition to the rice which they +took along, they were instructed to forage as much as possible.</p> +<p>On December 9, the party started out on their perilous undertaking. +A point far up on the mountain slope, near a refreshing mineral spring, +having been reached on December 17, the party halted and established a +sub-base for their return trip. It was evident to them that they had +struck the wrong <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb160" href="#pb160" +name="pb160">160</a>]</span>trail and were going to be compelled to +send Marie back through a different gorge from the one by which she and +her associates had come over a few months before.</p> +<p>Here the party divided into two relays—one to accompany Marie +close to the top of the mountains, the other to remain where it was +until her guides returned. At this temporary base three Filipinos and +two pack-horses were left. The Filipinos thus left behind were +instructed to hunt and trap all they could till their comrades +returned.</p> +<p>The on-going squad, consisting of Marie and five native soldiers, +took with them their six riding ponies and three of the pack-horses. +They departed from their comrades early in the morning, December 18. By +night of the second day they had gotten so near the crest they could +plainly discern that in one long march Marie could cross the divide and +get a safe distance down the slope on the opposite side. Coming to an +old stone church they dismounted and established themselves for the +night. It was December <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb161" href= +"#pb161" name="pb161">161</a>]</span>19,—the anniversary of +Lawton’s death. Marie remarked about it.</p> +<p>This old church had partly fallen down. Vines and mosses had so +interlaced themselves in climbing over its rocky walls and across its +openings that they had to be cut away by the unwelcome intruders before +they could gain an entrance. The stone cross on the front gable was +still in place; but the old mahogany door had long since been torn from +its hinges by the mountain storms, and it lay in a state of decay on +the ground. An earthquake had destroyed part of the roof, and had +caused the west wall to become inclined and to crumble.</p> +<p>Within, one end of the old altar was still found to be intact. The +priest’s pulpit chair had become ivy-mantled, and one handle had +rotted from its fastenings and had fallen to the floor. Statues of the +Saints had pitched from their moorings in the alcoves along the walls +and were lying face-downward or standing on their heads amid the debris +below. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb162" href="#pb162" name= +"pb162">162</a>]</span></p> +<p>What hands had built this old church, none could tell. It seemed +certain that no human being had entered it for over a century. The +mountain tribes who had lifted into place the huge chalk stones that +composed its massive walls, under the devout leadership of some pious +monk, for a place of worship, had long since perished from the earth. +The mountain game which rendered possible their habitation in this +altitude had vanished. Everything and everybody had evidently given way +before some fierce invasion of one of their southern tribes.</p> +<p>Marie was busy cleaning off the trash from the massive rock that lay +at the entrance to the door-way. “1765,” said she; +“come, see the date chiseled in the rock! I wonder what has +become of the tribe that built it?”</p> +<p>A soldier who had made his entrance by one of the window openings, +was busily engaged in prying up a huge flat stone just back of the +altar. He had it loosened; he called for help to remove it. When the +stone <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb163" href="#pb163" name= +"pb163">163</a>]</span>had been overturned and had fallen back onto its +aged neighbors, some soft damp earth beneath it was slowly scraped +away.</p> +<p>“Listen!” said the native who on bended knees was doing +the sacrilegious work, “Did you hear that grating +noise?”</p> +<p>He scraped again with his bolo turned edgewise, and gripping the +back of it firmly with both hands. “Do you hear it?” said +he. “It’s here!”</p> +<p>In a few minutes a metallic box was pried out of the earth wherein +it had lain unmolested for many years.</p> +<p>“Can you read the inscription on it?” asked Marie.</p> +<p>Carefully the sediment and rust shales were removed. The grooves in +the letters and figures of the inscription were carefully cleaned out +with a knife. It read</p> +<div class="blockquote"> +<p class="first xd20e144">FATHER<br> +JUADANEZ<br> +1768.</p> +</div> +<p>“The old father has been dead a long <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb164" href="#pb164" name= +"pb164">164</a>]</span>time,” said the fellow who was doing the +details of the work.</p> +<p>“I wonder,” said Marie, “if we really ought to +disturb his bones.”</p> +<p>“Do you suppose they put any valuables in the little chest +when they sealed it up?” asked another.</p> +<p>“It has always been customary to put in the sacred urn,” +said Marie.</p> +<p>“Cut it open!” commanded a corporal.</p> +<p>“I can’t,” said the robber; “we’ll +have to build a fire and melt it open.”</p> +<p>This they did; and in it they found the dust of his bones and a +number of valuables including the Patricia’s gold-lined cup which +Marie took and hung on her belt.</p> +<p>That night a terrible storm swept over the mountains. Marie and her +companions crept into the old church for refuge. The ponies had been +given some rice and then set free to forage as best they could. They +were stampeded by the violence of the wind and rain.</p> +<p>The morning broke cool and clear. <span class="pagenum">[<a id= +"pb165" href="#pb165" name="pb165">165</a>]</span>Everybody was astir +at day-break. The ponies were gone, but plenty of rice remained. Marie +soon saw a way out of the difficulty. She left three of her men at the +old church to await the return of the two who were to accompany her +until she reached some plan for speedy descent on the opposite side of +the mountains.</p> +<p>The advance party started out early on foot, taking with them such a +supply of rice and bananas as they could carry. Only three miles +farther up they entered a canon whose rocky walls, at places almost +perpendicular and seeming to form pillars for the sky, were so close +together at their base that it would have been impossible to have used +the ponies for travel, even though they had not retreated in the +storm.</p> +<p>Good progress was made, and by sun-down, December 20, they had +reached the upper rivulets of what afterwards proved to be the north +fork of the Rio Masagan, instead of the south fork which she had +previously followed. The beautiful valleys below <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb166" href="#pb166" name="pb166">166</a>]</span>them +were plainly visible as the sun sank to rest over the distant hills. A +small native village could be seen on the bank of the stream a few +miles ahead. The party bivouacked for the night.</p> +<p>Early the next morning, after a light lunch of cold rice, Marie was +off on her important mission.</p> +<p>Her two escorts made their way back to the old church, where after +another night’s rest, the five undertook their return journey to +the sub-base at the spring far down the mountain side. When they +reached this camp they found their ponies all returned to it; and their +comrades, thinking they had all been captured or slain by the +Americans, were hastily preparing to retreat. The entire party, except +Marie, got back to Aguinaldo’s camp at Palanan, on Christmas +Day.</p> +<p>Marie, was therefore, left to arrange for her own return, after her +spy work had been completed. She contemplated securing help from the +natives at Ilagan, among whom she had previously lived for a few +months. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb167" href="#pb167" name= +"pb167">167</a>]</span></p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch13" class="div1"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 class="label">Chapter XIII.</h2> +<h2 class="main">Compensation</h2> +<p><span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb169" href="#pb169" name= +"pb169">169</a>]</span></p> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">On the evening of December 24, 1900,—one of +those dark nights in the Philippines when the air seems so dense that +you can almost take hold of it with your hands—when the heavy +clouds blanket the earth so closely that the terrible thunders seem to +shake the earth in its orbit, with the deep-toned diapason of their +melody—when the lightening bugs flutter from twig to twig, +revealing their lanterned wings—when the human heart beats with a +conscious thump in anticipation of something awful—when those who +are out alone whistle to give themselves courage—when the zigzag +openings rent through the clouds by the vicious lightning flashes +almost reveal Eternity;—Christmas Eve, that sacred occasion which +we all celebrate and shall continue to celebrate till the end of time, +to commemorate the birth of our Christ,—a sharp-eyed, dare-devil +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb170" href="#pb170" name= +"pb170">170</a>]</span>Filipino crept slowly out of the city of Ilagan +along a foot-path toward the Americans’ camp about a mile north +of that city.</p> +<p>When so near to the Americans that their out-posts were plainly +visible during the flashes of lightning, the Filipino spy crept into a +bamboo thicket not over fifty feet from an American sentry. After lying +there for a half hour, waiting for the storm to come, the native grew a +trifle bolder and arose to his knees. That moment the sharp eyes of the +sentry caught him.</p> +<p>“Corporal of the Guard!” called the sentry in a loud +voice.</p> +<p>The corporal, being suspicious that something unusual was taking +place, in responding to the call took with him two armed privates.</p> +<p>Approaching the sentry, with light steps and in a crouching +attitude, the corporal said in a heavy whisper, “What’s the +matter, Jack?”</p> +<p>The sentry was standing with gun in hand, loaded, cocked, and with +bayonet fixed. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb171" href="#pb171" name= +"pb171">171</a>]</span>Keeping his eye centered on the exact spot where +he had last seen the slowly gravitating figure before him, the guard +said in an undertone that denoted grave alarm, “Do you see that +thicket just to the left of that big mango tree?”</p> +<p>“Yes;” said the corporal in a whisper, +“What’s the trouble?”</p> +<p>“There’s a man in there,” said the sentry. +“I saw him quite plainly at first—and I think he’s +got a gun in his hand. You better watch out, boys. He’s still +there.”</p> +<p>The corporal and the two privates fixed the bayonets on their +Krag-Jorgensons, filled the magazines, slipped a shell into the barrel +of each rifle, cocked them, crouched close to the ground, some ten feet +apart, and began to move forward, a step at a time, between the flashes +of lightening. Each time it would flash, they would peer into the +thicket. Each step brought them nearer.</p> +<p>“There he lies!,” said one of the privates in a quick +out-spoken voice.</p> +<p>“Amigo,” (a friend) said the stretched-out <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb172" href="#pb172" name= +"pb172">172</a>]</span>form, as three guns were raised in unison with +the anxious muzzles pointing directly at him.</p> +<p>“Este no quere combate” (you don’t desire to +fight), said the corporal, in crude Spanish.</p> +<p>“Mucho amigo” (very friendly), came the reply.</p> +<p>“Vamose aque!” (come here), commanded the corporal.</p> +<p>With his eyes fixed in theirs, the Filipino raised himself slowly up +and came toward the three Americans who stood but twelve feet away.</p> +<p>“Take him by the arms,” said the corporal to the two +privates who were with him, “while I look behind that rice-dyke +to see if he had a gun.”</p> +<p>“Here’s what the rascal was up to,” said the +corporal, holding a Mauser above his head. “Good thing you saw +him when you did, Jack.”</p> +<p>The storm was coming nearer; the first gust of wind had just struck +them. It blew <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb173" href="#pb173" name= +"pb173">173</a>]</span>back the Filipino’s little checkered +frock. The corporal saw a glitter.</p> +<p>“Watch out! boys, he’s got a machete under his +coat,” said the corporal.</p> +<p>He was searched for more weapons and then marched inside the +American lines and taken directly to headquarters. A drum-head court +was convened at once and the prisoner led in.</p> +<p>With hands clinched, muscles taut, eyes piercing at the court, he +listened to the reading of the charge:</p> +<p>“Caught acting as a spy for the enemy in violation of the +Articles of War; armed, with intent to take the life of an American +sentry on guard!”</p> +<p>After the testimony had been taken, the prisoner was given a chance +to speak, but he absolutely refused to do so, even though addressed in +several different languages and dialects.</p> +<p>“He spoke Spanish to us as we captured him,” interjected +the corporal. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb174" href="#pb174" name= +"pb174">174</a>]</span></p> +<p>“GUILTY!”</p> +<p>said the lieutenant-colonel who was presiding, in a firm military +tone. “The court fixes the penalty at death, and sentences the +prisoner to be shot at sun-rise.”</p> +<p>“Remove him, Sergeant, and detail a firing squad to execute +the order of the court!”</p> +<p>As the prisoner was led away, the lieutenant-colonel dropped his +chin in the palms of his hands as he rested his elbows on his knees, +and muttered in a semi-regretful way: “I hate to do it; but in +the past we have always been so chicken-hearted about punishing these +blood-thirsty natives that they have now come to regard our kindness as +cowardice. I can’t help but feel that it will bring the war to a +close quicker if we deal with them hereafter with a good firm +hand.”</p> +<p>“I wonder what province the young fellow came from,” +said a major who was sitting near.</p> +<p>“I really don’t know,” replied the +lieutenant-colonel: “his face shows him to be a <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb175" href="#pb175" name= +"pb175">175</a>]</span>Tagalo. Certain it is that he didn’t come +from Isabella province in which we are now campaigning. I +wouldn’t be surprised if Aguinaldo were near here and if he had +sent this young dare-devil to cut down our sentry, so as to make an +attack upon us tonight during the storm.”</p> +<p>Toward morning the storm subsided. At day-break a comparatively +shallow grave was hastily dug near the edge of a little bamboo thicket +on a slightly elevated piece of ground. As the flickering rays of the +tropical sun began to shoot above the pale, ashen-gray hue of the +eastern horizon, the prisoner was led to the foot of his prospective +tomb. The firing squad took its place in line.</p> +<p>The guns had been carefully loaded in advance for their deadly work; +all but one contained blank cartridges. As usual, after loading, the +guns were intermixed, so that no man might know which one contained the +deadly bullet.</p> +<p>“Ready!” commanded the sergeant who <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb176" href="#pb176" name="pb176">176</a>]</span>had +charge of the squad,—the corporal having taken his usual place in +line with his men.</p> +<p>“Click,” went the hammers of the rifles in unison, as +they were brought to a full cock.</p> +<p>“Aim!” came the next command in a firmer tone. The +soldiers brought their rifles to their shoulders. Every barrel was +pointed at the chest of the prisoner, who now for the first time, began +to tremble and turn a sickly yellow.</p> +<p>“Fire!” commanded the sergeant.</p> +<p>“Bang!” went the united roar of the guns; and as the +light powder smoke cleared away and the echoes reverberated through the +woods of northern Luzon, the firing squad stepped forward to view their +heroic dead.</p> +<p>A private jumped into the grave and turned the corpse over onto its +back.</p> +<p>That night Frank W. Pugh, of the regular army, a member of this +unfortunate firing squad, who died later at Fort Worth, Texas, of fever +contracted in the Philippines, <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb177" +href="#pb177" name="pb177">177</a>]</span>sitting in his little +dog-tent, meditating, wrote in his diary, which is now preserved in the +archives at Washington with other relics of the war, the following +appropriate poem:</p> +<div class="lgouter"> +<h4>A CHRISTMAS COURT-MARTIAL</h4> +<div class="lg"> +<p class="line">“The night was dark and threatening rain,</p> +<p class="line xd20e191">No stars were in the sky;</p> +<p class="line">We caught him hiding in the pines—</p> +<p class="line xd20e191">A Filipino spy.</p> +<p class="line">A slender youth with coal black eyes,</p> +<p class="line xd20e191">Brim full of frightened tears;</p> +<p class="line">We turned him over to the guard,</p> +<p class="line xd20e191">I fear with callous jeers.</p> +</div> +<div class="lg"> +<p class="line">Next morning it was Christmas day,</p> +<p class="line xd20e191">The sun was shining hot,</p> +<p class="line">A drum-head court had said, “The spy,</p> +<p class="line xd20e191">Is sentenced to be shot.”</p> +<p class="line">Erect before the officers,</p> +<p class="line xd20e191">He still disdained to speak,</p> +<p class="line">Although a single crystal drop,</p> +<p class="line xd20e191">Empearled his olive cheek.</p> +</div> +<div class="lg"> +<p class="line">Upon a long and hurried march,</p> +<p class="line xd20e191">In light array, you see,<span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb178" href="#pb178" name="pb178">178</a>]</span></p> +<p class="line">We could not take the boy along,</p> +<p class="line xd20e191">So stood him near a tree;</p> +<p class="line">Told off the little firing squad,</p> +<p class="line xd20e191">And ordered it in line.</p> +<p class="line">One gun was loaded in the lot—</p> +<p class="line xd20e191">I hope it was not mine.</p> +</div> +<div class="lg"> +<p class="line">Birds in the branches overhead</p> +<p class="line xd20e191">Sang softly in the heat.</p> +<p class="line">The grave, a trench of steaming sand,</p> +<p class="line xd20e191">Gaped yellow at his feet;</p> +<p class="line">He faced us with a dauntless air,</p> +<p class="line xd20e191">Although his lips were white;—</p> +<p class="line">Our grim old Sergeant turned away,</p> +<p class="line xd20e191">He could not stand the sight.</p> +</div> +<div class="lg"> +<p class="line">A flash, a roar, a cloud of smoke,</p> +<p class="line xd20e191">And headlong to the ground</p> +<p class="line">He fell face downward in the grave,</p> +<p class="line xd20e191">And died without a sound.</p> +<p class="line">We turned him over on his back,</p> +<p class="line xd20e191">And DEATH the TRUTH confessed,</p> +<p class="line">For through his open jacket peeped</p> +<p class="line xd20e191">A Woman’s tender breast.”</p> +</div> +</div> +<p class="first">Marie Sampalit had earned her doom. After her grave +had been filled, the soldier boys placed at its head a cartridge-box +lid on which they inscribed the pitiful word,</p> +<p class="xd20e144">“UNKNOWN.”</p> +</div> +</div> +</div> +<div class="back"> +<div class="transcribernote"> +<h2 class="main">Colophon</h2> +<h3 class="main">Availability</h3> +<p class="first">This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no +cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. 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