OUR ISLANDS AND THEIR PEOPLE.
narrow river separated the two bodies.
Thick bamboo foliage on the opposite shore screened the forms of the natives. In a frenzy of mad recklessness the Macabebe allies plunged into the river, regardless of the terrific and close-range fire. Batson, in the lead, never left his horse. He did not seem to care whether he was hit or not. When in midstream the bushes parted before him and a Mauser was thrust out. It was aimed at his breast. He whipped out his six-shooter and fired in the swing of his arma an old cavalrymana s trick.
The insurrecto and his Mauser dropped slowly forward and were covered by the waters of the stream.
a But the white straw hat of the fallen man remained upon the surface and was swished away by the current.
a a Of course they could not stand such a charge. We followed them until they vanished in the air, and then I stumbled upon Jimmy. He was down and for a second I hardly understood what had happened; there was a queer grimace on his face when
he saw me, but he kept on pumping his carbine just the same. He tried to grin, but his features would be repeatedly convulsed with
FILIPINO DEAD, ON BATTLEFIELD NEAR SANTA ANA.
pain. He rolled over and pointed to an ugly hole in his thigh where a Remington had crashed through. While I wrapped a a first-aida bandage about the wound, he was reloading his hot carbine; and when I had finished he rolled over and renewed firing/
a One night late in November the great wet shroud which had hung over Luzon for a quarter was lifted like a curtain, and the tropical stars blazed out white as lilies. And the next day the sun swung low, and showed the 50,000 white soldiers and black how fervid its passion could be.
And it demanded steam from all men and things.
a On such a day Batson led his panting troops into Aringay. A bullet crashed through his foot, breaking four bones. And at last, just before the blackness came into his eyesa just before he toppled from his pony, he sawr Aguinaldo and his staff ride out of the far end of the town. It was a hard thing for a man fainting from pain and loss of blood to see.
a He was taken to the hospital in Manila, and shortly after he arrived a wheeled chair was trundled up to his bedside, and a voice which Batson had heard before, said, weakly, a Comman-dante!a It was a very wan, whitened face which looked down from the wheeled chair, and the
CARABOA CART AND a CHINOa DRIVER.
body was very, very little, for one limb had been taken high at the thigh. It was all that was left of the scout, Jimmy, and he was
looking at the bandaged, broken foot of a his old commander. The fury of Macabebe hatred came back at that moment, and trembled in his lips and finger tips.
a 'Mucho maloa mucho malo/ he whispered, vindictively, touching the place where the wound wTas. Batson smiled for a moment and then told the gallant little fellow how hurt he was at the sight of that other wound which made necessary the wheeled chair.
a a Noimportea no importea (doesn't matter), shaking his head in intense depreciation. Toco tiempo me mucho combate Filipino/ And the little chap showed by gesture how the American doctors were going to give him a new leg, which no bullet or bolo could damage. He would then return to the scouts and feel again the savage joy of the fight.
a In truth, the spirit of the little Macabebe tribesman is great, and the Tagalog certainly has reason to fear him/a
THE PALACE AT MANILA, AS SEEN FROM PASIG RIVER ON THE RIGHT OF THE WALLED CITY.