anions who are calling him, opening their arms to
receive him. Thus prepared, the _juramentado_ is ready for everything.
Nothing can stop him, nothing can make him recoil. He will accomplish
prodigies of valour. Though stricken ten times he will remain on his feet,
will strike back, borne along by a buoyancy that is irresistible, until
the moment when death seizes him. He will creep with his companions into
the city that has been assigned to him; he knows that he will never leave
it, but he knows also that he will not die alone, and he has but one
aim,--to butcher as many Christians as he can.

An eminent scientist, Doctor Montano, sent on a mission to the Philippines
by the French government, describes the entry of eleven _juramentados_
into Tianggi. Divided into three or four bands, they managed to get
through the gates of the town bending under loads of fodder for cattle
which they pretended to have for sale, and in which they had hidden their
creeses. Quick as lightning they stabbed the guards, then, in their
frenzied course, they struck all whom they met.

Hearing the cry of "_Los juramentados!_" the soldiers seized their arms.
The _juramentados_ rushed on them fearlessly, their creeses clutched in
their hands. The bullets fell like hail among them. They bent, crept,
glided, and struck. One of them, whose breast was pierced through and
through by a bullet, rose and flung himself on the troops. He was again
transfixed by a bayonet; he remained erect, vainly trying to reach his
enemy, who held him impaled on the weapon. Another soldier had to run up
and blow the man's brains out before he let go his prey. When the last of
the _juramentados_ had fallen, and the corpses were picked up from the
street which consternation had rendered empty, it was found that these
eleven men had, with their creeses, hacked fifteen soldiers to pieces, not
to reckon the wounded.

"And what wounds!" exclaims Doctor Montano; "the head of one corpse is cut
off as clean as if it had been done with the sharpest razor; another
soldier is almost cut in two! The first of the wounded to come under my
hands was a soldier of the Third Regiment, who was mounting guard at the
gate through which some of the assassins entered. His left arm was
fractured in three places; his shoulder and breast were literally cut up
like mince-meat; amputation appeared to be the only chance for him; but in
that lacerated flesh there was no longer a spot from which could