The Green Forest tribune., 1900-05-10

scraggy bushes. Again and again this happened, each time appearing more startlingly real. Even those very same bushes would assume different attitudes, and one large bush near me finally figured out to be a large dog.
 At last I resolved to shut my eyes and not open them under any pretext nor for any sound might hear. l stuck to this and after awhile it began to rain, but being too much exhausted to cover my self with my poncho, determined to go to sleep and ''just let it rain."
 I awoke in the morning wet, sore, and stiff. It seemed like was cut off at the pockets, but arose, rolled up my poncho and happened to think that I had not eaten bite since the noon before. Locking in my mess plate, l found a slice of raw bacon and one hard tack which I relishingly ate.
 Pursuing the direction I had travelled the night before, I hiked on through forest and fields, and finally, on entering another for est, I saw before me a Filipino village of bamboo. This is in daylight now and "imagination" doesn't go. 1 made my way through the town without seeing "guge.
 Unexpectedly I came upon two of them with two women. I stole up to within twenty-five yards of them, cooked my Krag and, draw ing a bead on them, shouted Alta l" They turned around. If I never saw bad scared niggers before, I saw them then. I then said ''Este hombre tengo sombre- TO halica!" GA mixture of poor Spanish and Tagola for ''That man with the hat, come here.")
 The man with the hat on came back to where stood. I told him as best 1 could that wanted to go to Gapan, all the time making significant gestures with my gun to let him know that he had to guide me. 1 said to him, "No Gapan sabe, segurro mureto ust- ed." Something like, "If you do not know where Gapan is,1I will kill you, or, you are a dead man sure.) Then he was scared The two women and the other man gathered around me and told me that there were "Mucha buer- TO. Todas soldados vamose. No mas soldados aqui. (All the soldiers have gone; there are no more soldiers here.) "Yo pesca- dero." q am a fisherman.)
 I was hard hearted and made my nigger go with me and decided I would make him pilot me to Peneranda, as 1 was led to believe that my company had returned there. As we passed back through this little Filipino vil- lage it seemed to me that the whole populace were in sight, but l put on a bold front, because there was nothing else for me to do. Some of the men in Tagola asked my guide if he were a pris- oner. I replied in Spanish, Mi companero, mi amigo.'' This seemed to work all right, and I was not molested. l had gotten almost through the town when 1 met a middle aged Filipino, who asked me in Spanish where I was going. l told him, to Peneranda. He then asked me if I were sick. I told him l was. Then he told me if would let the young Fili- pino go back, he would guide me to Peneranda, and would also carry my pack for me. readily and gladly made the change.
 Resuming my journey, arrived at Peneranda about 2 o'clock, D. m. '"The lost is found!" re- echoed through the camp, and from the boys l learned that they had captured one captain and seven privates with Remington rifles, also leaving two asleep on the ground.
 I have been somewhat under the weather since the 7th and have not been able to write any